Page 61 of Wild Promise

We drove along the unused road, every bump of the tires emphasizing the ache between my thighs, until we came to an old log cabin.

“What is this place?” Hell, I hadn’t even known it existed.

“It’s an old trapper’s cabin,” he said, parking the truck between the trees. “It was the first place ever built on this property. But don’t worry, we’re not going inside.”

“We’re not?”

“No, it’s probably not even safe. But the lot is nice and private. Now, forget about the cabin and come here.”

He pushed his seat back as far as it would go and beckoned for me to join him. Just like before, I crawled into his lap without hesitation. Only this time, I didn’t wait for his hands to slide up my skirt.

My mouth met his, and with the same boldness I’d felt walking into the bar, I tugged at his belt and unfastened his pants.

“Fuck, Melina,” he panted, strain clear in his tone. “I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s okay.” I slid down his body, wedging myself between his lap and the steering wheel, while simultaneously freeing his erection. “I don’t like the taste of latex anyway.”

He inhaled sharply as my tongue darted out to lick over his crown, the taste of pre-cum filling my senses.

“Fuck me,” he mumbled, the muscles of his stomach contracting.

God, he was the sexiest man alive, and being with him made me feel daring and wild. Like I could step out of my measured, predictable ways and let my inner rebel run free.

I looked up to his heated gaze. “Yes, I plan to…with my mouth.”

One of his hands sank into my hair, his long fingers pulling provocatively through the thick strands. His lips parted with another low curse when I drew my tongue over him from root to tip.

I was already wet, my pussy aching to be filled, but when I closed my lips around him and he grunted, “Yes, like that,” I just about crawled out of my skin with need.

I’d never been good at this. Or maybe it was just that I’d never had the right partner, because I’d always felt like I was fumbling through it. But now, the heat in his gaze and the way he bit his lip and moaned my name made me feel like the queen of blow jobs.

And when he called me firecracker and told me my mouth was perfect and made for him, I didn’t want to stop. I closed my eyes and pushed past all my previous comfort zones, taking him to the back of my throat until I gagged, lavishing him with the attention he deserved.

“Eyes up here,” he ordered roughly, tugging on my hair. And when I listened, snapping my gaze up to meet his, he rewarded me with a murmured, “That’s my girl.”

A moan slipped past my lips as they glided over his length. A praise kink I didn’t know I had sparked to life inside me, making everything burn hotter.

I moved my hand to cover his at the back of my head, silently urging him to set the pace. To use me in a way I’d never even thought to desire.

After a few short minutes of our game of give and take, his breathing grew ragged and his jaw hardened. “I’m going to come,” he said, trying to pull me off him.

But I doubled down, sealing my lips in a way that created a light suction. With a strangled shout, his cock jerked, and he was coming in my mouth.

I swallowed every drop and didn’t pull away until I’d licked him clean.

When I finally sat up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb, his head was tipped back against the headrest, his eyes half-closed, his chest heaving.

“Fuck,” he breathed, staring at me like I’d just performed a miracle. “Get up here.”

He pulled me back into his lap and kissed me, deep and slow, his hands cradling my face like I was something precious. When he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, he whispered, “You’re incredible. You know that, right?”

I didn’t. Not usually. But the way he said it—wrecked and reverent, still catching his breath—made me want to believe it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Melina

“I can’t believe he’s taking you,” Olivia said for the third time as I pulled on my coat.