Page 220 of One Wild Wish

“No.” She stilled beneath me, both of us breathing hard. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”

Christ. Bare and balls deep in Gwen Hamilton? Fresh fire leapt up my thighs. “I’m careful and I get tested.”

“Me too.”

And I was about to lose my load.

My ass flexed as we shoved my briefs down, my cumbersome clothing hooked around my knees. Her tank top was shoved above her bra. My shirt was still on, too, hiked high enough that our abdomens touched. Warm skin on warm skin. Gwen’s skin against mine. Sweet anticipation spiraled through me, and the instant her hand circled my rigid flesh, I bucked. It wasn’t pretty. It was instinct. Her hot palm played me, my hard length singing in response. I’d never been burned up by desire. Not like this, riled and flushed with wanting.

The hard floor didn’t matter. We could be locked in a prison cell for all I cared. All that mattered was her willing body under mine, my best friend about to become so much more.

I kissed her neck, sucked on her ear. She guided me to her entrance, a firm grip that didn’t waver. I should have slowed down, eased into her, but the second I felt her cleft, the very center of her, I thrust in. “Gwen, fuck. Oh, fuck.” My Gwen.

The words tore from my throat. Her name resonated in my chest, ringing with rightness.

She clawed my ass. “August, God. How do you feel this good?”

“I’m so hard, baby. So hard inside you.”

Her inner walls clenched, sucking me deeper. I spasmed at the hot tug. I didn’t slow. I couldn’t. Hard, fast strokes followed. Skin slapping. My forearms and knees dug into the hardwood floor, Gwen’s body caged below me. We locked eyes, our mouths open but not touching. We traded grunts and pants, but the intensity didn’t allow for kissing.

There was also a hint of anger in each snap of my hips. Uncensored bitterness for what she’d done, her one senseless act stealing almost a decade from us. But it played like a dead note, a muffled guitar string that enhanced the backbeat. Made it what it was. This was our time.

Now, not then. Anger and all.

It whipped through me, coupled with the way Gwen’s eyes shone with tears, our lips still brushing but not connecting, her knees drilled into my sides.

Anyone else, and what we were doing would be fucking. Not with Gwen. This was making love to the woman I’d dreamed of most of my life.

Real, raw, wild.

“August.” She panted my name. “I’m so close.”

We clutched each other like this was the only moment we’d ever have.

“I’m gonna explode the second you let go.” I slammed harder into her, nearly winding myself.

“Oh, wow. Yeah. That. Don’t stop that .”

I growled my approval, loved her asking for what she needed. I was on a thin wire, my thighs screaming for release, my balls drawing up tight. When she called my name again, it soared with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping on me so tightly my release detonated—a fast, hot surge that blasted down my spine. It lasted an eternity, each convulsion blinding.

I kissed her then, finally, pressing my cock deeper inside her, fucking her mouth with my tongue as the waves lessened. Her tears stuck to my cheeks. I kissed her eyelids, the underside of her jaw. Worked my way back to her perfect mouth.

I couldn’t get enough.

I also had to tread carefully.

Explaining I’d ruined her opportunity to meet her father could mean this would never happen again. It could wreck our fresh start. There was nothing to be done at this point, no bringing the man back, but I could be with her on this journey, support her when she found out. Maybe we’d learn more about him during the process. If I told her the truth now, she’d stop following the clues. She’d push me away.

Both outcomes unacceptable.

I rotated my hips, still high on the heaven of her. “My knees are skinned.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms and legs around me. “My ass is bruised.”

“What a glorious ass it is.”

“You didn’t even see it.”