Page 66 of Love… It's Wild


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The words are barely audible, yet I breathe them out. “You’re beautiful.”

“Fuck.” His hiss is low and grumbly.

“Are you mad?”

“Pissed.”

“Why?”

“I like the way you look at me.”

I swallow hard. “That’s a bad thing?”

“Terrible.”

He drops his axe.

I stand up.

Rob closes the distance between us. The air in my lungs halts in my chest, and I gasp as he inches over to me.

He’s right here, close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackles between us.

My head is down.

His chest heaves, heavy with his panting breaths.

“Tara.” He breathes my name.

I look up.

Our eyes lock, and time seems to hold its breath.

His gaze dips to my lips, a fleeting yet electrifying touch. Rob’s chest is now flush with breasts, his forehead bowing down to meet mine, and I lose all air from my lungs. My heart is thundering, a cacophony of nervous excitement. We’ve been here before. Had these intense moments where the universe urged us forward, nudging us to bridge the gap, to take that leap.

His eyes flicker back to mine. The unspoken question hangs in the air.

Fuck it.

It’s now or never. I lean in, drawn by an irresistible force, feeling the electric charge between us intensify.

I kiss him.

I skim my fingers through his hair and draw him to me. His breath is hot. His lips taste like wildfire as I suck on them, begging entry to take what I’ve been craving. His mouth parts, and when his tongue slides against mine, the warmth entering me is like heaven.

Fingers and hands are gripping and pulling as he claims me with a visceral groan. His hands rise to hold my face, and his kiss sinks deeper. The pads of his fingers press firmly into my hair, possessive.

I close my eyes and give in to his kiss, so mesmerized by the moment that I can’t even think coherently enough to ask questions.

Rob grabs me by the waist and lifts me off the ground. His kiss is intoxicating. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands on my ass, his mouth on my neck, and the steel of his physique pushing against me as he walks us inside the shed.

My back hits the side wall, and the full weight of his body pushes up against me as I’m settled on my feet. He entwines his hands with mine and raises them above my head. Instinctually, I lift my leg and wrap it around his, digging my heel into his ass, willing his forward.

I can feel every inch of him—hard, so very hard. The granite planes of his chest against my pebbling skin, his strong thigh pushing mine apart, and the rock-solid mass between his legs making me hot and warm and ready for him to take me.

Our kisses are hard and fast, like we’re making up for lost time, yet there’s no time lost at all. His hands run up under my skirt and grip my hips, opening my legs so he can bury himself against the apex of my thighs.

The feel of him is glorious.

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