Page 56 of Wild Promise

I pulled her closer, burying my nose in her hair, and inhaled her perfect scent.

“Good morning,” she murmured, kissing my chest.

“Mmm,” I hummed as her hand drifted down to my hardening cock. “And good morning to you.”

“Do we have time?” she whispered, her tongue flicking over my nipple.

Fuck, this woman. She was a supercharge of sensuality, and everything about her turned me on. Especially the way she pumped my shaft in a slow, steady glide.

“That depends,” I grunted.

“On what?”

“How many times you want to come.”

Her moan was whisper soft but felt like an inferno as her breath coursed over me.

Pulling her hair, I urged her to look up at me. “Condoms are in the drawer. Grab one and ride me.” I wanted her too much to ask her nicely, especially when my words lit that fire in her eyes.

There was no hesitation. No arguing or reluctance. Even half-asleep, she followed my instructions, tearing a condom off the strip and climbing on top of me as though it was instinct.

But once she was there, straddling me with her thighs spread wide and her slick heat pressing close, everything slowed.

She rolled the condom down my length, her fingers lingering, stroking me once just to watch me twitch. Then she lined me up, held my gaze, and sank down inch by inch.

“Fuck.” My hands gripped her hips, not guiding, just fucking holding on, as she took all of me.

She braced herself on my chest and started to move in a deep rolling grind that had her gasping softly every time she bottomed out. Her tits swayed with the rhythm, and I palmed one, dragging my thumb across her nipple just to hear the sound she’d make.

“God, Zane,” she cried, her voice broken and pleading.

“Yeah. That’s it.” My hips punched up to meet her. “Fuck, you feel good. Take what you need, firecracker.”

And she did. Her head tipped back, her nails bit into my skin, and she rode me with a quiet, focused intensity that was somehow hotter than anything wild or frantic could have been. Like she was savoring every second. Memorizing the feel of me inside her.

I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit, circling in time with her movements, and her breath caught.

Within seconds, her body tensed, her rhythm faltered, and she came with a shudder that rolled straight from her body and into mine. I followed her over the edge with my hands locked on her hips and her name on my lips.

“You’re gorgeous when you come.” My hands ran circles over her back as she sprawled over me, still catching her breath. “No, you’re gorgeous all the time. When you come, you’re fucking perfection.”

She laughed against my chest. “You’re not too hard to look at, either.”

“Was that another compliment? I need more of those—we’ll have to repeat this performance tonight.”

“Really?” Her head popped up so she could look me in the eye. “You want to see me again tonight?”

“I want to see you any night you’ll let me.” Fuck, just saying those words should’ve scared the hell out of me. A few weeks ago, it would have. But lying here with her draped over me, her heartbeat syncing with mine, the only thing making my stomach twist was the thought of her saying no.

“I think I’d like that.” She rested her head on me again, her hands running over my skin.

My breath let out, my hope soared, and my dirty mind went into overdrive. “You’re going to fucking love it, trust me.” I gave her ass a light smack, appreciating the way her flesh jiggled under my palm. “Besides, your car won’t be ready for a while—you need someone to drive you around.”

She tilted her head, meeting my gaze. “Oh, I was hoping it’d be ready sooner. I’ve got errands to run this week, and my little sister, Lucy, needs me to take her shopping for a dress.”

“I can take you. Dress shopping is one of my specialties. Plus, I’ve got a few connections. I can get you a good deal.”

“You want to go dress shopping? For my sister?” She eyed me skeptically, even as her cheeks heated with a gorgeous pink glow.