When I’m surrounded by the woodsy, masculine scent ofhim.
His gaze slowly moves down my body when I shift on my feet, dropping to my chest, where his eyes go molten,his throat working roughly as he swallows. I glance down too then, suddenly realizing that my light yellow T-shirt is plastered against me, soaked from the rain, molding to every inch of my skin.
And the thin bra I have on beneath does nothing to hide my hardened nipples.
Part of me wants to immediately reach up and cover myself now that it’s hit me that I’m practically standing here topless in front of him.
The still-modest part of me.
The one who walked into that bar for the first time and was terrified to do something so daring and bold when she’d never done anything like it before.
But then… there’s the part of me that likes the way his eyes hungrily roam over me.
The part of me that has come to crave the man standing in front of me, however off-limits he’s supposed to be. The part that feels free and unashamed to chase what she wants.
The part of me that gives me the courage to slip my fingers between my thighs at night, thinking of nothing but him.
Knowing that it’s forbidden only makes it feel so much more alluring.
Wilder’s eyes slowly swing from one breast to the other, and I swear I hear him let out a groan, deep and low, and the pure hunger within his gaze causes a shiver to dance down my spine, a violent shudder racking my body.
“You’re cold,” he mutters, seemingly more to himself than to me.
I want to correct him, tell him that there’s not a cold part on my body right now. That his eyes and the blatant desire burning bright in them is the reason my body’s reacting.
That it feels like my insides are on fire.
But before I can even speak, he’s reaching for my hand, his large palm enveloping mine as he tugs me forward, turning back to the arena. “Let’s go. You’re coming inside. I have extra clothes in my office. You can wait in there until they get here.” He’s tugging me along, and I pull back, yanking his hand, halting him.
Once again, he’s trying to patronize me as if I’m a child who’s not capable of caring for myself.
“I don’t need you to take care of me. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Wilder,” I say as I rip my hand out of his. “Please, just go back inside, and I’ll wait here.”
For a beat, silence presses down on us, but then he’s moving, closing the distance between us, dipping his head low.
“I know you can take care of yourself, Maisie. I never said that you couldn’t. But you’re not standing out here in the goddamn rain, cold and fucking shivering, while there’s a perfectly dry, warm building right fucking there. Now, are you going to walk, or do I need to put your ass over my shoulder and carry you inside?”
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
WILDER
Thank fuckshe decided to listen for once in her damn life and made the choice to walk into the arena.
Because Maisie may not know this about me, but I don’t make empty threats.
If I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to fucking do it.
I had every intention of tossing her heart-shaped ass over my shoulder and carrying her all the way to my office, no matter how much of a fit she threw.
She was standing out in the goddamn rain, shivering. Alone. Which is why I’m acting like a damn caveman right now. Not because her thin cotton top is plastered to her tits, showing off those tight little nipples that make my cock stir in my pants.
Nipples I never got to appreciate the night I had her.
It was over far too fucking soon for me to take the time that she needed and deserved.
No, she was too busy running out of the bathroom that night, leaving me standing there with her virgin blood and cum still wet on my cock.
