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“Bed,” I said, my words strangled.
“Where the fuck is it?”
I laughed.
Wilde moaned. “Don’t do that, baby doll, or I’ll come before I’ve even started.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as I inhaled and exhaled, trying to stay my own lust. I kissed under his jaw, sank my teeth into his earlobe. “I’d fucking love to watch that.” I couldn’t really watch in the dark, any more than I could see his shadow as my eyes adjusted, but I could put that voyeurism on my list of to-fucking-do’s.
I released my legs from around his waist long enough to show him to the bed. We didn’t need a bed to fuck. This morning proved that, but there wasn’t enough room on the floor of the tiny cabin.
Greedily, I grabbed the ends of his t-shirt and shoved it upward. He reached overhead and swept the fabric away in one quick motion. I ran my hands reverently over his skin. His muscles twitched under my touch. I imagined his colorful tattoos as my hands explored his body. He stood still, and in that pause, unseeing in the dark, I heard his ragged, needful breathing. I closed my eyes to remember how he looked in the dawn’s light as he’d given me exactly what I needed. I leaned into his hand when it came to my cheek.
His thumb caressed my jaw. He pressed his palm roughly over my skin, down my chest, over my heart as he pushed away the strap of my tank top then reached lower and cupped my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers.
A bolt of lightning shot right into my clit. I grunted and leaned into the gorgeous man, torturing my senses as he sent me spiraling out of control. When he removed his hand, my skin felt cold until he gave the other nipple the same treatment. Another hard jolt racked through my body. My jeans were wet as fuck, and my legs weakened with every new sensation. He must have sensed it, because he grabbed me around the waist and plunged his tongue back into my mouth, owning me with a searing kiss. My knees buckled as he twisted and lowered me onto the bed.
He didn’t follow.
Instead, a boot hit the floor. His belt rattled. I ripped my tank and bra off, readying myself to be skin to skin with Wilde. I reached for my jeans. I’d just flipped the button when his hand stopped me.
“Mine,” he said, making it clear he wanted to do the honors.
I writhed, pressing my thighs together while he worked with his pants. The friction didn’t relieve the desperate longing between my legs. “Hurry,” I said.
He snarled. “Fuck it.”
When he crawled up my body, I could tell that the jeans were stuck over the cast, but he didn’t care. Neither did I. I was so ready, I didn’t care if he fucking ripped the denim from my body. They needed to be gone and his cock needed to meet my pussy.
But he made me wait.
“Impatient?” Wilde grinned against my lips.
“I fucking want you to take me.” I kissed up into his mouth. “Now.”
Wilde kissed me harder, owning my mouth. Hairs prickled on my neck, over my shoulders, and down to my nipples, following the trail of his wicked tongue.
His hands worked at my jeans as he tongued each nipple, sending bolt after bolt of delicious tingles straight to the sensitive bundle of nerves in my pussy. I undulated beneath him, desperate for him—all of him.
When he dipped lower and urged my jeans down, I lifted my hips so he could slide them down. He inhaled deeply as he passed my wetness without so much as a touch. I groaned in frustration.
Wilde slid a finger between my folds, but didn’t let it linger. No sooner had I thought that I would finally be finding some relief, than he’d moved on, torturing me in a hundred delicious ways.
I whimpered as he finished pulling boots and jeans from my body. When done, and I was gloriously naked, he let out a deep rumble, grabbed my ankles and spread my legs before hovering over my body.
I felt the weight of his cock graze my leg, and he growled at the small touch.
“I want you inside—deep in fucking side,” I panted. I didn’t want his tongue on me. I wanted him to impale me, fucking split me wide. I wanted to feel his enormous cock force its way into me and own me. I felt weak. Only him, filling my body, would give me the strength I so desperately needed.
He pushed one of my knees up so he could angle himself at my entrance. “Exactly where I fucking need to be.”
I grabbed onto his shoulders as he fisted himself and slid home in one brutal, blissfully possessing thrust. I shrieked at the sensation. Full, finally. “So. Fucking. Full,” I panted, pain and pleasure in each uttered word.
He grunted. His chest rose and fell with several heavy breaths.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed like that, stretching and adjusting to the feel, but eventually I started to rock my hips.
“Don’t fucking move,” he snapped.
