There was a warm glow at the edge of my window, and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched my face. He was here. He’d kept his promise to wait for me in my bed. I’d left early so that I could spend some time doing my laundry and preparing myself for another busy day. Now, though, knowing that Wilder was inside my cabin, laundry was the last thing on my mind.
Then I was reminded of what I needed to do, and the excitement waned. I couldn’t waste any more time worrying about it, I just had to take the leap and hope that Wilder was still there to catch me.
Jumping down from the truck, I took a long, slow inhale. The fresh mountain air was fortifying, filling my lungs with a little hope as my boots crunched on the grass, damp with early morning dew.
It was only just past five, so I opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake Wilder if he was still sleeping before his usual five-thirty wake up time. Creeping inside, the room was in semi-darkness apart from a dim lamp on the side table by the window and the glow of the fire. It was flickering brightly with fresh logs catching the orange and purple flames. When I looked over at the bed my heart sank. It was empty.
I dropped my bag to the floor and sighed.
“What’s making you so glum?”
I startled, my hand going over my heart that was thudding like the bass drum in a marching band. The shadows shifted, or maybe they bent to make room for him. Wilder stepped out like he owned the dark, gloriously naked, every line bathed in soft light. My eyes trailed the ripple of muscle across his chest, the sharp cut of his abs, the trail of hair leading straight to the thick weight between his thighs. Each step he took was unhurried, the faint creak of the floorboards syncing with the thump of my pulse. Heat rolled off him, carrying the scent that I’d missed. Leather, hard work and something that was just…him.
He took another step forward, taking his beautiful smooth penis in his hand. It thickened as his eyes swept over me like I was something sacred.
“I didn’t think you were here,” I whispered, breath catching.
“Where else would I be?” His voice was low and rough, a thread oflonging in every word. “Wasn’t expecting you this early.”
“Yet you’re already hard,” I murmured, mesmerized and frozen in place.
He reached down, stroking himself lazily, his gaze never leaving mine. “That’s what you do to me, Brownie. You walk in through the fucking door and my whole damn body stands to attention.”
My skin prickled with heat. Everything but him was forgotten. Including the speech I’d rehearsed in the truck. The only thing I could focus on was the hunger in his eyes and the way it mirrored the ache deep in my belly.
“You gonna just stare at me all morning, Brownie?” he murmured. “Or are you gonna get here and ride this like you mean it?”
My thighs clenched. I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to. I moved toward him, my steps slow, deliberate. This should have felt casual. Just another night of scratching an itch. But the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the room worth seeing, made my chest tight. I told myself it was just attraction. Just chemistry. But somewhere between his cocky grin and the vulnerability in his eyes, the lines we'd drawn were starting to blur. And God help me, I wasn't sure I wanted to redraw them.
“I missed you,” I breathed, pressing my lips to his jaw. The stubble scraped my mouth in a way that made me wetter. “So much.”
He kissed me like he’d been starving. Tongue greedy. Hands rough as they slid under my shirt and palmed my bare breasts.
“No Bra?” he groaned, rolling one nipple between his fingers. “Brownie, you trying to bury me before I even get started?”
My hands were everywhere. I touched his shoulders, his chest, the back of his neck. A desperate need to feel him, taste him, breathe him in. I sank to my knees slowly, never breaking his gaze, loving the way his jaw flexed when I wrapped my fingers around him. He was warm and heavy in my hand, a pulse beating steady under my touch. I dragged my tongue along the tip and his breath hissed between his teeth. Tasting salt and heat, I looked up at him through my lashes, watching his stomach tighten, the muscles in his thighs tense like he was holding himself back. He tasted like coming home.
“Jesus, Tally,” he rasped, fisting his hands in my hair. “Look at you, the prettiest thing I’ve ever had on her knees for me. Beautiful.”
I took him into my mouth slowly, working him deeper with every bobof my head, hollowing my cheeks and letting my tongue drag along the underside of his length. He groaned, hips twitching forward, his breath coming in short, rough bursts as my lips closed around him. It was a low sound which rumbled from his chest, deep enough to make me throb.
“Fuck, just like that,” he panted. “God, I missed your mouth.”
I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse again as his grip tightened. His control was fraying, his whole body was tight, trembling, but I didn’t stop until he pulled me back with a curse.
“Not like this,” he growled, hauling me to my feet and crashing his mouth to mine. “I need to feel every inch of you wrapped around me.”
He stripped my clothes off like they offended him, tossing my shirt to the floor and shoving my pants down with hungry hands. I was wet and ready and aching as he turned me around and bent me over the bed.
“You sure?” he murmured, brushing my hair from my shoulder as he kissed my neck. “You want it like this?”
“Wilder,” I begged, pushing my hips back, “I’ve been dying for you for two days. Please.”
He didn’t make me wait. He held me there, one hand gripping my hip, the other sliding between my thighs, fingers teasing over my slick heat until I was trembling. Then he pressed the thick head of his dick against me, just enough to make me gasp, drawing out the moment until my body ached for more. When he finally pushed in, it was slow, deep, and relentless, stretching me until I could feel every inch. My breath left with a broken sound, as he sank in all the way, hot and solid.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, clutching the sheets.
“That’s it,” he groaned, pressing his chest to my back as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight for me.”
