Page 68 of Wild and Wanted

Her internal castigation ceased abruptly though as Clay climbed onto the mattress, his gaze glued to hers as he shuffled to the centre of the bed. Sliding his knee over her closest thigh, he planted it between her legs, following it quickly with his second knee, urging her legs apart as he settled back on his haunches between them.

His hand landed on her leg causing Stevie to shiver, the fine hairs on her body standing to attention. Slowly, it moved down to her calf and then her foot, which he raised off the bed. Coaxing her knee into a bend, he placed her foot on his chest against the cushioned muscle of his pec, his thumb brushing back and forth along her arch.

It was the softest of touches but Stevie felt it everywhere.

‘I’m going to kiss and lick and suck you all over,’ he murmured, his voice rough and low, his gaze lit with carnal intent. ‘And when you can’t take it any longer, I’m going to slide into you and show you how a man loves a woman.’

Stevie blushed at him repeating her words. He could have said any number of dirty things he no doubt knew and had said to countless women before but somehow, using her gentile ones made this so much more personal.

Made it about her.

‘Any objections?’ he asked, as if he wasn’t planted between her legs like a feudal lord declaring his intention to conquer every inch of her body and expecting her full capitulation.

Like he didn’t know she’d die if he didn’t.

‘None,’ she said, her voice a breathy husk in her parched throat.

He grinned then as he dropped a soft kiss on her big toe, sensation streaking like a hot arrow straight to the throbbing heart of her. Oh, sweet Lord. This was going to be utterly torturous and with her body already balanced on a knife’s edge she didn’t know how she could possibly take it.

But she did.

Moaning and writhing and panting through every touch of his lips, every stroke of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue, her hands gripping the sheets as his hot breath fanned goose bumps over her skin then clutching his hair and arching off the bed as he nuzzled between her legs and savoured her nipples.

By the time he was feasting on her mouth, Stevie was a boneless puddle of quivering nerve endings, hypersensitive to the lightest of stimuli, her pulse a hot throb through her neck, her breasts, her belly and between her legs where his erection pressed into all her slickness, taunting the excruciating fullness of her clit. Her orgasm hovered like a storm waiting for the first strike of lightning to break.

‘Clay,’ she muttered, her lips brushing against his as she panted in an agony of sensation. ‘Please… I can’t… I need…’

She’d said that about six times already, all of which he’d hushed with silken promises of just a little longer, but there must have been something in the timbre of her voice that was different this time.

‘You aching, Stevie girl?’ he murmured as his lips trekked from her mouth to the sensitive spot behind her ear. ‘You need it now?’

She gasped as he simultaneously rocked his hips and flicked his tongue at her ear lobe, and muscles down low shuddered in ominous warning. ‘Yes,’ she panted, the air in her lungs too saturated by lust to shift very far. ‘Now. I need it now.’

Stevie didn’t think she’d ever needed anything more in her life than Clay Calhoun taking what she’d been saving for the right person.

What she’d been saving for him.

Thankfully he acquiesced, reaching across for the condom, tearing it open with his teeth, smiling at her as he somehow managed to lever himself off her enough to sheath himself before settling back between her legs, guiding himself to her entrance, the thick nudge of him finding her slippery, hot centre.

‘Okay?’ he asked, his eyes blazing into hers.

She nodded, her breath almost strangling in anticipation. ‘Yes.’

‘I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t done this before.’

Stevie laughed, expelling the sudden nervous tension. ‘That makes two of us.’

He smiled and pressed a long slow kiss to her mouth that had Stevie craving him even more. ‘I mean,’ he continued when he finally pulled back, ‘I haven’t been with a virgin before so I don’t know if or how much it might hurt. But I do know, you’re very, very’ – he bugged his eyes, his lips quirking into a crooked smile – ‘wet which should help.’

‘Good.’ She appreciated that his extended foreplay had resulted in her readiness, but it had also resulted in Stevie being at screaming point. ‘Now can we just’ – she bugged her eyes back at him to relay her impatience – ‘get on with it?’

He chuckled but did as she asked, dropping his mouth to hers as he canted his hips, the blunt dome of him breeching her entrance and pushing inside. He was big and she gasped and shifted against the unfamiliar intrusion, and he lifted his mouth and said, ‘You want me to stop?’

‘No.’ She shook her head, her pulse a mad rattle through her chest. She did not want him to stop. She wanted all of him, she wanted everything. ‘Keep going,’ she said, her breath leaving her in a rush as she adjusted the position of her hips to accommodate him better.

He kept going, little by little, and Stevie thanked God for her wetness because he was a lot, his girth stretching and filling her by degrees, her eyes shutting, her jaw clenching as she took him inside her, her nails digging into his back as she panted and gasped through the burn of his ultimate possession.

Then he was all the way in, his body stilling, his lips at her temple, his breathing almost as heavy as hers. Within moments the burn had eased to a fullness that glimmered and tingled inside her, and tears slid from behind her closed eyelids.