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“Yeah?” I asked, my voice rasping with my own lust. How the hell lust was possible, who knew? Hell, in that moment, I didn’t want to question it. I just wanted to forget, and this bad idea seemed like the best one I’d had in a fucking decade.
He stared at me, confusion contorting his face and a muscle working in his jaw. From that kiss before, I knew he wanted me. The way his nostrils flared now said as much, as did the way his neck muscles corded. He held his hands in his pockets, pushing his jeans down around that deep V I knew existed under his tank and denim. His beard had thickened in the couple of weeks he’d been in The Ridge, and his hair had grown almost to a normal length. It could be shaped up, but I liked it longer than the nearly-shaved look he’d been wearing when he arrived. More of that dark brown made his eyes glow.
He searched my face for what seemed like forever then turned toward my bike. “We should go.”
My heart dropped. “Why?” I knew why, but I didn’t want him to leave.
He snapped his gaze back to mine. Was that anger blazing in his eyes? A low growl rumbled through his chest, and I felt it in my hardening nipples.
His voice seemed strangled when he said, “Because I’m about to do something you’re gonna fucking regret.”
“Who says I’m going to regret it?”
Wilde placed his hands on my shoulders and set me at arms’ length. He walked over to a tree and leaned back against it, his head tilting up toward the branches. His chest rose and fell like he’d been holding his breath and could relax once he was away.
I marched over to him and leaned against the same tree. “The first time I was raped I didn’t let a man touch me in a year. A whole year before I’d even entertain the idea. I couldn’t even think about it but then I realized something.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I realized I’d given that asshole a part of me he didn’t deserve. I gave him power over me and back then I vowed to never let that happen again. I can’t control what scumbags can and will do. I can protect myself as much as possible with my guns but sometimes, bad shit happens.”
“But, Bou...”
I interrupted him. I needed to get this all out before I chickened out. “What I can control is how much I let assholes like Luke affect me. He’s not taking my power. Not this time. I watched the fucker roll into the ground. It’s done.”
“Bou...”
“It’s done!” I repeated, this time with vehemence.
His eyes blazed, the confusion now gone.
“I don’t want to hurt you. For the first goddamned time in my life, I really fucking don’t want to be some dick who thinks he can—”
I cut him off by leaning into him and using my lips in a more convincing way. He jumped on my advance, returning my kiss hesitantly. I didn’t need hesitance, I needed all in. I attacked his mouth like he’d attacked mine before. I pinned him with his back to the tree. Our lips angrily nipped and challenged each other until he pulled his head back and groaned.
“Bou,” he warned.
“Fucking no!” I demanded. I swatted him with a fist on his rock-solid chest, needing to assert that he had to quit with this protective bullshit.
“Yeah?” He pulled me into him, our bodies glued together and his cock unbelievably hard against my stomach. At the same time, he plunged his hands into my hair and pulled it so hard it craned my neck backward. His voice deep and menacing, he snarled, “What if I do this?”
I sighed, closed my eyes, and relished the tightness against my scalp and his hard strength pressed up against me. I looked up into his sex-charged eyes. “What if I like it?”
24
Wilde
I was a fucking bastard. Her words and the way she breathed them like a desperate plea fucking undid me. I had been trying to control myself ever since I’d tasted those perfect lips. I’d used women my whole life, since some hooker had popped my cherry at the ripe old age of fourteen. This was different. She was different. The urge to protect anyone was unheard of in my life and my world, in general. I’d always been out for number one, and I really didn’t know what to do with this. Yet, the desperate need to care for her and keep her safe while she healed had just moved in and setup shop, and ... well, that shit was different too. My newfound chivalry and my need to be balls-deep inside Bou went into all-out war inside me. Keeping away while being constantly slapped in the face with her heavenly scent was a harder feat than anything I’d ever tried to do in my life.
That morning with her shaking in my arms, the ride up here, her orange scent so fucking close, had caused all the blood in my body to rush my cock. It throbbed, and the desire in her voice pushed me right to the brink. She hadn’t even touched me other than her hand on my chest and her body plastered to mine. I had to gain control, or I was going to come before this thing had even started.
Those words. Those fucking divine words echoed in my addled brain.
“What if I like it?”
I pulled her to my mouth again. That kiss, the taste of her mouth, scorched my soul. There was no hesitancy in the way her lips meshed with mine. Her actions, the way she pressed against me were as clear cut as fucking crystal. Mine, fucking mine, ran like a reel through my thoughts. But she wasn’t fucking mine. Couldn’t be. For the shit with my so-called father that I needed to handle, I couldn’t stay. To protect her from the fucking gang that was also after me, I wouldn’t stay. She may not be broken, but she sure as shit had just broken me. And if this was what she wanted, this was what she’d get. With my restraint crumbling, she was going to get every last piece of me, of my need for her, of the tension I’d been trying to avoid, and all of the pent-up frustration I had to offer.
I peeled her away from my mouth again, panting. “You’d better be fucking sure, because I’m not about to be any kind of gentle.” I moaned deep in my throat and pulled her hair back further exposing her neck to me. To emphasize my point, I bit her neck just above the collarbone.
