“Yes.” The word a whisper, and she swallowed, leaning back, her butt coming in contact with his hard length. “Yes, this is what I want.” Her words echoed around them in the darkness.
Wilt’s answer was to capture her lips again, as if cementing the commitment they were making to each other.
It would be romantic for him to lift her and carry her back to her bungalow, but she didn’t want to hurt his shoulder any more than it already was.
She pulled her mouth away from his, brushing against them in a soft kiss before lifting herself off him. Indigo stood beside him, looking down at his disheveled hair. His shirt was scrunched up, and a couple of the bottom buttons were undone.
She’d been disappointed when he’d arrived back at her bungalow with his shirt buttoned, his impressive chest hidden away from her. Soon though, she’d be able to see all of him.
Indigo held out her hand. The chances of her being able to help him stand was minimal, but she did so anyway.
He smirked at her as he took her offering, but used his other hand to push himself to standing. Once he was upright, he tugged her close and kissed her again. Hard and full of promise, and she couldn’t wait for him to fulfil it.
No words were spoken as they hurried back toward their accommodation. They hadn’t walked too far, so soon enough, they were standing in between both of their bungalows.
“My place or yours?” he husked.
“Yours.” Indigo wanted to surround herself with everything Wilt.
He rushed her up the two stairs toward the door. The second he had it unlocked, he ushered them through before slamming it shut, the walls reverberating from the force of the motion.
His fingers thrust through her hair, cupping the back of her head, keeping her in place while, with unerring accuracy, he plundered her mouth. His tongue demanded entrance, which she gave, because she was as desperate for this closeness as he was.
Indigo was aware they were moving, but her focus was on his shirt buttons, attempting to open them. In a fit of frustration, she grabbed the bottom of the fabric, yanking it hard. Small plastic discs landed on the floor with little plops.
Laugher rumbled through his chest. “What if that was my favorite shirt?” he asked, as he peppered kisses down her neck.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she fell back, admiring the expanse of flesh on display. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“What is?” he asked, but seeing as he flexed, he knew exactly what she meant.
Instead, she crooked her finger as she crept backwards, until her back was against the headboard.
A sexy smile broke out on Wilt’s face; his blue eyes darkening in the low lamplight of the room. He shucked off his shirt, and her mouth watered. Her fingers itched to trace every ridge of his chest, then lick it. She’d worked with a lot of male models. Ones who thought they were god’s gift to women, and their bodies weren’t even half as impressive as Wilt’s.
Mesmerized, she watched him undo the button of his shorts and pull the tab of the zipper down. In a flash of movement, he had them off, along with his underwear, and he stood before her naked as the day he was born.
Her eyes fell to his erection, the hard length pointing up.
What would it taste like?
Would he let her suck him until he came in her mouth?
“One of us is overdressed here,” she murmured, as she tugged her T-shirt up and over her head.
“Stop!” Wilt’s harsh demand stilled her hands that were at the waistband of her shorts. “Let me.”
He crawled up the bed like a lion stalking a lioness, ready to show her why he was king of the jungle.
Indigo was more than prepared for Wilt’s prowess to take her over.
He circled her ankle, lifting her leg so that he could place a kiss just above her ankle bone. A rush of need coalesced between her thighs, dampening her panties.
With slow torturous movements, he made his way up until his fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts and underwear. With a kiss to her belly button, he tugged them down until all she had on was her bra.
Her nipples were hard against the lace, and she wanted it off. She wanted his hands on her.
She whimpered when he kissed the inside of her thigh. She could feel her desire for him dampening her skin.
