I nod. His expression seems frozen for a moment. Then it cracks and something slips into his eyes—an emotion that I can’t name, yet so staggering it ceases my breath.
Wilder brushes his thumb over my cheek, his mouth tilting in a small reassuring smile. “We don’t have to—”
“I want to!” I say quickly before I can stop myself, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “I—I mean…I like…” I trail off, blushing even harder.
Wilder chuckles and leans in to gently kiss my forehead. “We don’t have to go all the way tonight, baby girl,” he says, then raises his head to look at me, his eyes twinkling with devilish mischief that makes my heart skip deliciously. “There are other ways to…pleasure you.”
He lowers his head but doesn’t kiss me like I expect. Instead, he trails his mouth down the side of my neck. I barely have time to breathe before his hands slide under my shirt. He lifts the fabric over my head and tosses it aside somewhere behind him. Cool air hits my skin, and I shiver—but not from cold.
From him.
His gaze travels over me like he’s memorizing every inch of my body. Heat floods my face, but I don’t try to cover myself. Not when he’s looking at me like that. Like I’m something…precious.
“Damn, Millie…you’re beautiful.”
“T-thank you?” I squeak, my skin prickling with heat.
His lips follow the path his eyes just traced. Down my throat. Across my collarbone. Lower.
I gasp when his mouth finds my breast, my fingers tangling in his hair as an electric sensation explodes through me.
“Wilder…” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.
He hums against my skin, and the vibration makes me arch toward him without thinking.
His hands move lower, undoing my jeans with practiced ease. The sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet room. I should feel embarrassed. But I don’t.
I feel wanted. Tangible…for the first time in my life.
He slides my panties off next, and I find myself lifting my hips to give him easier access. Then one of his fingers nudges into my folds, and I forget how to breathe, my body coiling in anticipation.
“Do you know what I’m about to do to you, baby girl?” he asks, the pad of his thumb lightly grazing over my clit.
I press my legs together to relieve some of the ache building in my core. My face heats, my heart pounding.
“N-no,” I stutter.
“I’m about to make you come with my fingers,” Wilder says, lowering his mouth to my neck again. He’s using his tongue now, slowly trailing a path to my shoulder. “I’m going to touch you all over, learn you, and know what pleasures you most…” he murmurs, his mouth gliding back up toward my ear.
He palms my breast and gives it a slow, sensuous squeeze. His finger on my clit presses inward just a little, creating a quick, electric stab of pleasure.
“Are you ready?” He slides his toward my entrance, teasing me, making my whole body tingle with unbelievable need.
“Yes…yes, please,” I say quickly. Even I can hear the desperation in my voice, but I don’t care at this point. I want it—everything he has to offer.
“Okay, baby girl,” he murmurs as his finger dips slightly into my pussy then withdraws, making me gasp.
“Wilder!” I gasp sharply, shocked by the immense wave of desire that shoots through me.
His mouth grazes my ear. “You smell delicious, sweetheart. I just want to eat you up.”
And then he strokes my clit once, slowly. Deliberately.
My hips snap forward, and his finger slides down again, penetrating further this time. I moan then gasp as his other hand moves to my breasts, teasing them both with palpable hunger.
I jerk in his arms as the pleasure spikes. His finger doesn’t linger in me, he returns it to my clit and starts circling it again. He presses harder, now rolling the slick little ball under the pads of three fingers.
He drags his mouth to my ear. He sucks on my lobe, murmuring huskily, “You’re so wet here.” He abandons my clit to slide into my pussy with two fingers this time. I gasp loudly, the sound echoing against the walls.
