Page 72 of Wild

"Can I come closer?" the singer asks, her voice so low and rough it barely sounds like hers.

Erin swallows and nods, and just watches her move.

The singer comes closer slowly, as if she's afraid the doctor might bolt. Barefoot, Erin is still quite a bit taller than her, but less so now, and Mia can brush her lips against her nose. She runs her fingers along Erin's sides while she looks at her, and she doesn't stop there — she circles around her body and brings both hands to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and sliding it off her arms until it drops to the floor, leaving the doctor in nothing but her underwear.

"God, Erin," Mia whispers, her breath already hitching.

Erin takes a step toward her and lets out a sharp inhale when the singer cups her breasts.

"You're wearing too many clothes," the doctor says, tugging her shirt upward.

The singer feels such a desperate need to press her skin against Erin's that the moment the shirt clears her head, she starts taking off everything else herself, underwear included. Erin kisses her — another fierce, hungry kiss that starts with tongue, the kind Mia has decided she loves. She grabs her by the ass and the singer pushes up until her legs wrap around her waist, just like on the bus.

"We have unfinished business," Erin breathes, pressing her against the wall.

Mia can't answer because the doctor has slipped a hand between their bodies and, while she holds her firm by the back of her neck, her fingers are teasing the singer's entrance, drawing a raw moan from her at the sheer intensity of what she feels.

"Tell me what you like," Erin says.

"I like you," Mia answers, eyes blazing. "Fuck me however you want, honey — there won't be a single thing I don't like."

Despite the slickness already there, Erin pulls her hand back, sucks her fingers with her eyes locked on Mia, and slides them back between them, pushing inside her all the way. Mia gasps and lets out a low, breathy moan as she holds on tight and presses herself into her palm.

Erin uses her whole body to drive the pleasure, working her hand with her hips, lifting Mia with every thrust while her own chest rises faster and faster. After several hard strokes that pull cries of pleasure from the singer, Erin feels her start to clench, her heat pulsing tight around her fingers, so she grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her into a kiss, wanting to swallow every sound she makes.

"I don't want to come this soon," Mia whimpers, breaking the kiss to tense her whole body and try to hold back the orgasm, to stretch out that last moment before it hits.

"Don't do that to me, baby — I want to hear you." Erin's low voice against her ear is enough to shatter every bit of her control, and the orgasm tears through her like a current.

Her moans are loud, and even though she tries to muffle them against Erin's mouth, she barely manages, because she can't hold back the wave moving through her while she's kissing her and trying to breathe at the same time.

"Fuck, Erin," she exhales as the tension coiled inside her begins to dissolve.

She drops her head back against the wall while she recovers, hands resting on the doctor's shoulders and her body almost boneless, drained of everything. As her breath slowly evens out, she pinches the bridge of her nose and blinks, dizzy.

"Hey," Erin whispers, a slight frown creasing her brow.

"I'm fine." Mia gives her a weak smile and wraps her arms around her neck. "It was just really intense."

The doctor holds her firmly and carries her to the bed, pressing one knee into the mattress before setting her down and lying beside her, trailing her fingertips across her torso before kissing one of her breasts.

"I haven't come that hard in a long time," Mia admits, turning toward her with that crooked smile that tells the doctor she's already coming back to herself.

"I can't measure that yet," Erin replies, and Mia smiles again.

"That's something I'm going to fix right now."

In one smooth move, she gets up on her knees beside the doctor, who has pushed herself to sitting with her hands flat on the mattress.

"First things first — these need to go." Mia hooks her fingers under the edge of her underwear to pull it off.

Erin lifts her hips to help her and lets the singer guide her until she's sitting astride her.

"Second," the singer whispers, bringing one hand to her head to undo the clip holding her hair up. "I told you someday I'd be the one letting your hair down, Dooley."

A shiver runs through the doctor's body as her own damp, cool hair brushes against her back. She remembers Mia's promise, and the warning she'd given her not to try to seduce her, and now she's glad the singer never listened.

"You're beautiful — I don't know if I've ever told you that," Mia says, running the backs of her hands down her neck and then to her breasts, touching them like they're made of porcelain and she doesn't want to break them. "Is there anything I should know, or can I do whatever I want?"