Ah, fuck…
The combination of his mouth and the steady motion of the toy is overwhelming. No man has ever done this to me before, and the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My hands fist the sheets as my body tightens again, the buildup spiraling intoanother release way faster than I anticipated that rips through me. I cry out, louder this time, my voice echoing over the rain pounding on the tin roof.
My walls clench so hard that the vibrator slips out of me, and Wilder pulls back just enough to watch, his eyes wide with amazement.
When I finally catch my breath, I find him smiling down at me, a mix of awe and satisfaction written across his face. “Shit,” he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come like that. I wish that had been me your pussy was squeezing instead.”
“It can be,” I say, reaching for him, my voice still shaky but determined.
Chapter 24 – Wilder
Teagan sits up, reaching for me, her fingers curling around my shoulders to pull me closer. In seconds, my clothes are gone, a condom is rolled on, and I’m hovering over her.
I’ve been hard since the moment I stepped into her house and saw her sprawled naked on the bed. I thought she’d still be awake, maybe working on the storm shutters or reacting to the alarm that was blaring from the broken window in the shed. But no—she’d already beaten me to the shutters and skipped straight to what people in Lonestar Junction often do when the power’s out during a storm: sex.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low as I give her one last chance to change her mind before I push into her soaking heat.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, her voice steady and confident. To prove it, she grabs my hips and guides me toward her entrance. I grip my base, swiping it a few times across her slit to cover the condom in her wetness. My fingers trail up her thighs, brushing over the slickness between her legs. I swipe a finger through her folds then bring it to my mouth. Sweet. So, fucking sweet.
She’s just like I remember—tight, warm, and gripping me like a glove as I push inside. Her earlier orgasm has left her drenched, and I slide in easily, savoring the feel of her as I pull out andthrust back in at a steady pace despite wanting to fuck her hard to make up for the lost time.
“This won’t last long,” I murmur against her lips, trying to hold on and not bust too soon. But Teagan has other plans. She moves her hips to meet mine, her body rising to meet every thrust, refusing to let me take it slow. No matter how much I try to set a languid rhythm, she’s matching me, fucking up into me, pushing me to the edge faster than I want to go.
“Shit, slow down, baby.” I grip her hips, trying to steady her and pin her to the bed, but she only smirks up at me and shifts her position.
In one smooth motion, she hooks one leg over my shoulder, then the other, pressing her thighs together and pulling me deeper than I thought was possible. The tightness is overwhelming, and all thoughts of restraint vanish as I feel just how good it is to take her at this angle.
Fuck it.
I give in, driving into her with pure, unrelenting force. The sound of sweaty skin against skin fills the room, mingling with the muffled howl of the storm outside. Her back arches, and her body trembles beneath me as she comes again, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
“Wilder,” she moans out into the dark noise.
The sight of her unraveling with my name on her lips sends me over the edge. My balls tighten, and I bury myself as deep as I can inside of her, letting go with a groan that rumbles through my chest.
“Fuck…” I hiss, collapsing onto my side and pulling her with me. I’m not ever going to let her go again.
We lie there, drenched in sweat, our breathing ragged as we try to recover. The storm rages on outside, but all I can think about is her. I want to hear her say she’s mine now. That the storm outside no longer mirrors the one in her mind. That she wantsthis—wants me—as much as I want her. Because I want to show her that things are different now. We’ve both been through a lot in the past five years. We’re not the same people we were back then, and this deserves a second shot. One that’s not filled with second thoughts and doubts.
And maybe now, we’re finally in the right place to fall in love.
“Let’s take a shower together," she whispers in my ear.
I spring to my feet, sweeping her into my arms as she giggles, the sound soft and intoxicating. Holding her close, I carry her to the bathroom, keeping her flush against me as I lean around her to turn on the shower head. A warm steam begins to billow against the glass enclosure, and I take a moment to look at her—really look at her for the first time since I arrived tonight. Her green eyes are bright, still glazed with that just-fucked, blissful look, and her lips curve into a satisfied smile that makes my chest ache.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I say, my voice low and raw. “Tell me you’re done with the other guy. That it’s only me now.”
On her tiptoes, she presses a soft kiss to my lips, her whisper a declaration that melts every part of me. “I’m yours, Wilder Cameron. I think I knew it the moment you showed up in the clinic that I’d be cancelling that second date with the other guy eventually.”
Damn, those words couldn’t be sweeter if they were dipped in honey.
I lift her effortlessly and step into the shower, placing her beneath the hot spray. Her golden skin glistens as the water pours over her, and my body reacts instantly, already hard again as I join her from behind. Reaching for the soap, I lather it in my hands, taking my time as I run my palms over every inch of her body. She leans back against my chest, her head tilted to the side as the steam swirls around us.
Once the soap rinses away, my hands wander lower, slidingbetween her thighs. My fingers find her clit, circling it slowly, while my other hand teases her pointed nipples. She moans softly, her body arching into my touch. The sound is pure music, and I lean down just enough to murmur against her ear, “You’re so damn sexy like this. I need to taste you. It’s been too long.”
She nods, her breathing ragged, and steps back as I guide her to sit on the tiled seat near the back. Her legs fall open, her body completely bared to me, and my gaze drinks her in. She’s drenched—a mixture of the water cascading from above and the evidence of her arousal from everything we’ve done tonight.
I drag two fingers up her slit, spreading her folds before sliding them inside. The tight, wet heat of her grips me, and I pump in and out slowly, savoring the way she trembles beneath me while I rub at her clit.
