“That’s better,” I say. But now he’s standing in front of me, unabashed perfection. He’s not as bulky as a lot of the d-men I’ve met, but no less muscled. Every lean muscle looks like it’s sculpted for maximum efficiency. Broad shoulders, thick thighs dusted in blond, and rippled abs. His cock stands tall, ready, tempting me with its length.
He interrupts my ogling, hooking his fingers under my pants and then pausing.
“Last chance to back out.”
“Hell no.”
He releases his hold, and I shake my head.
“I meant no, I’m not backing out. I’m in.” To prove my point, I grab his hands, dragging them back to the task and lifting my hips.
He doesn’t make the move I was expecting. He’s still, lower lip tucked between his teeth when it should be tucked between mine.
“Okay, Wilder. You have no fucking clue how badly I want this. I want to get my hands on every single part of that gorgeous body, but what happens if we do this? What does it mean?”
My mind is still cloudy, and it takes some time to process his question. When I do, I laugh. “Don’t worry, Whitaker. I’m not asking for a ring.”
“Good, because I wasn’t offering.”
“Let’s call it a fling. Maybe one night is all we need to work this out of systems. Now come,” I say, tugging at his hands, trying to pull him back to me. The need pulses through me, insistent, impossible to ignore. If he doesn’t get over himself and get inside me, I’m going to explode.
That smug grin snaps back into place. “Oh, I don’t think one night is going to be enough after I get through with you.”
“We’ll see.” I tell him, hoping he’ll live up to that promise.
My body jerks back, bouncing on the cushy mattress as he yanks my leggings off, and closes in. Much better.
He parts my legs, sliding his palms up my body. Over my thighs, my hips, squeezing my waist, and leaving behind a trail of smoke. When he reaches my face, he dips down, his body scorching, fractions of inches away from mine.
I reach up, needing his kiss, and it’s softer this time, almost tender. I crush my lips against his, seeking something wilder, harder. Something less personal.
He responds with a sharp nip of my lower lip that has me arching up, then he slides back down the way he came, leaving behind nibbles and kisses. Each sharp bite of pain is followed byone of those tender and soothing kisses. It’s confusing my body, sending me into overdrive. I’m already on the edge before he even works his way to the juncture of my thighs.
I gasp when he finally makes contact. His hot breath teasing me. He flattens his tongue, giving me a long swipe.
“You taste fucking amazing, Wild Thing,” he hums under his breath, and the vibration starts on my clit, traveling through the rest of my body in seconds.
I arch up to his tongue. It’s stroking me with the perfect pressure. Not too hard, not too light. My muscles clench low in my belly as the need builds.
He seems to sense the emptiness, the need to be filled. One of his fingers brushes my entrance, a soft promise of what’s to come. The tip slips in slow and my body relaxes to let him in.
The combination of his tongue and finger gliding in and out is enough to push me close to the shuddering edge. My body starts to tense, trembling, but he pulls back before the crescendo hits.
He looks from between my thighs. His perfection is surrounded by frayed edges now. Lips glistening, hair mussed, cheeks flushed.
“I’d really like you to come around my cock. Can you be a good girl and do that for me? Please.”
A shudder racks my body, and I almost come then and there at the raspy darkness of his request.
“Yes, please. I need you.” I need him, all of him.
“Good.”
He slides up next to me, reaching over my damp body. There’s a smooth sliding sound of a drawer opening. He dips down for another kiss, and then the crinkle of a wrapper.
Chapter 22
Laid Bare
