Page 48 of Wild Promise

“Yeah, my hot little firecracker. That’s it.” My voice was as wrecked as I fucking felt. “Push back against my hand. Just like that.”

She did, grinding down against my palm, her breathing ragged and her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. And fuck, I wanted those marks. Wanted proof this was real.

“You’re wound so fucking tight,” I murmured against her throat, pressing a second finger inside her. “You need this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes wide and glazed. “Yes. I need it. I need?—”

“I know.” I stroked her inner walls, the heel of my palm grinding against her clit until I felt her start to tighten around my fingers. “I know exactly what you need.”

Her whole body tensed, coiling like she was about to shatter, and I pressed my forehead to hers so I could watch it happen.

“Eyes on me,” I said, my voice rough and low. “Right here. Don’t look away.”

She nodded, her gaze locked to mine, her lip caught between her teeth. And then the tension snapped.

She came on a broken cry that I felt in every cell of my body. Her back arched, her pussy clenched around my fingers, and her thighs squeezed mine as the shudder tore through her.

I held her until the last tremor faded, my free hand pressed flat against her back, keeping her steady. Keeping her close.

And when it finally eased, and she collapsed against my chest, breathing hard, her heartbeat hammering against mine, I knew with absolute certainty that nothing in my life had ever come close to this.

Not the parties. Not the women. Not any adrenaline high I’d ever chased.

Just her. Undone, trembling, and trusting me enough to fall apart in my arms.

The best fucking moment of my life.

Chapter Seventeen

Melina

I was still coming down from the high of orgasm, my core pulsing in satisfaction around his fingers, when Zane murmured in my ear, “Feel better?”

Better? If he meant never more fantastic in my entire life, then yes. Much, much better.

But the thrilling high couldn’t last forever. Even as I relaxed into him, I could feel it fading. And what waited on the other side had disappointment written all over it.

Whatever this was could surely never work, and I wasn’t certain I should even try. There was no way I could ever consider Zane my boyfriend. There were too many variables. Too many ways it could all go wrong.

Way too much risk.

“I have to get to work,” I grumbled, reluctance washing over me.

“Not the answer I was looking for. I’m going to need just a quick minute to fix that.” His hand cupped the back of my neck, drawing me to him, and his tongue swept into my mouth.

It shouldn’t be possible, but my entire body flared back to life. Not just a flicker but a fully energized flow of desire. It was as though he were an outlet and I’d been plugged in.

Damn him. Why did he have to be so fucking good at this?

I gave in, melting into his kiss, allowing him to knock down just one more of my barriers. There weren’t many left, and every moment I spent with him made it harder to keep the remaining ones up. Sometime soon, he would figure out how to break them all, and then Zane Alexander would steal my heart.

Or at least, I might finally admit he already had.

When we pulled apart, it was on a collective groan, his hand soothing my panties back into place.

“Do you have hot chocolate at home?” I asked, tracing a fingertip over his bottom lip.

His smile was instant, and he nipped at it playfully. “I do,” he mumbled, then caught my hand and replaced it with his own fingers—the ones still slick from me. He held my gaze as he licked them clean and sucked them into his mouth on a groan that made my stomach flip.