Page 27 of Little Bird


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I wanted his hands on my skin. I was desperate for it.

His pants fell to the floor, revealing black boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination. His thick erection was pressing against the silky-looking fabric, desperate to be freed. My breath hitched in my throat.

He crawled onto the edge of the bed and slowly made his way over my body, dropping a kiss to my calf and then my thigh before pushing the edge of my tight dress up.

“You’re the best fucking present, my little bird.” He nipped at the skin he just exposed and then chased the sting away with a soft kiss.

I squirmed beneath him, reaching for him. “Please, East,” I begged, not even sure what the hell I wanted more: to be kissed or to be undressed by him.

“I need to get this damn dress off,” he mumbled. Sitting up, he slid his hands beneath my back and pulled me up, my dress moving with me. My skin pebbled as his fingers grazed my thighs. He groaned at the sight of my red lace thong and then swore at the string that connected them to my lace bra. “Fuck, Harley. You’re fucking killing me, little bird.”

He threw my dress behind him and laid me on the bed.

“You kept your promise.” He skimmed a hand over my quivering torso, cupping my breast. I moaned into the heated air.

“East...” I waited for him to rip the flimsy material from my body, but instead, he crawled over me, his nose skimming my skin, his lips leaving a blazing trail of desire. He dropped his mouth to the curve of my neck and placed a gentle kiss there. “What are you doing?” I felt his smile against my skin.

“Treating you how you deserve.”

Heat flooded my entire body at the rasp in his voice, and I pulled his mouth to mine, needing more.

“I need you, East. I need you now.”

“You’ll have me, baby. You’ll have me all fucking night long.” He winked, a cocky grin taking over his features. I was positive I was about to combust from suspense alone. Pushing him up, I let my eyes skim over the few tattoos on his chest and biceps, the ridges of his stomach, and further down until my breath caught in my throat.

I swallowed as my mouth filled with saliva, and my gaze took in every dip and valley before slowly rising to meet his heated look.

Easton’s cocky grin was replaced with hunger. His eyes were wide as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted nothing more than to let him.

I gripped the thin material of my thong and started pushing down, but his hands caught mine.

“You’re mine to unwrap, Harley. Don’t take that away from me.” He wrapped two fingers around the string connecting my bra and thong. Snapping it, he slowly dragged my thong down my legs. Heat pooled between my thighs at the hunger in his gaze.

When I rubbed my thighs together to bring myself some relief, he shook his head.

“Be patient, my little bird,” he whispered, throwing the thong behind him. He hovered over me, his hands on either side of my head as he held his heavy weight just a breath away from my body. His thick length brushed against my quivering heat, and my moan bounced off the walls.

God, it had been so long.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone made me feel like this.

“I’m never going to get used to this,” East groaned in the back of his throat, eyes devouring every inch of me on display for him. He dropped his head to the crook of my neck, growling as my breasts held him up.

I closed my eyes, my body alive with anticipation. He pressed his body against mine, his heat searing my skin.

“Take it all off,” I whispered, my own voice thick with desire.

“I want to take it in,” he mumbled, kissing the valley between my heavy breasts.

“Please.” I reached for the front buckle on my bra, but he used one hand to push me away and snapped open the red lace.

“I don’t fucking deserve you, Harley.” His voice was thick and raspy.

His fingers gently brushed across my skin, kneading my aching breast. My heart stuttered at his tender touch, and I met his gaze, full of unsaid emotion.

I placed my hand over his chest, his heart beating a rhythm that matched my own. Two hummingbirds trying to stay aflight.

“East.” It came out as a plea for more.

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