Page 12 of A Wild Heart


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The warm body behind mine drew closer until his shoulders were practically over my own and I could smell the spicy scent of cologne and soap. I closed my eyes, breathing him in.

He rocked his body into mine and I immediately felt his hardness pressed against me. His heat enveloped me.

I pushed back against him, rocking my ass into that hardness. Feeling beyond bold, brazen even. He moved forward into me, thick and strong. My body flushed hot starting at the tips of my toes and moving up me in a wave of heat that I felt all the way to the ends of my hair.

It was a heady feeling knowing that I’d made this big mean-looking man hard with just my gaze. That I’d implored him with just my eyes to come and get me. And he had.

As big and as dark and mean as he could be, I was still in charge. I was running this show, so I leaned back into him, rested my head against his large chest, and ran my hands over his and then down the sides of his thighs slowly.

I felt a rumble deep from within his chest and tipped my head back, only to see the bottom of his stubbly chin and a large Adam’s apple that I wanted to lick like a lollipop.

I was just about to lean up and onto my tiptoes when his face angled down to mine and I was hit by his sharp eyes and even sharper nose.

“Hi.” I saw his mouth move but couldn’t hear a damn thing over the music. I couldn’t have possibly told you what music was playing, anyhow, so caught up in this moment I was.

I rolled my body against his with a mouthed hi of my own and a slow smile that I thought would maybe spark one of his own.

He didn’t smile back at me. Not even a little. That probably should have scared me. I probably should have pulled out of his embrace and run for the hills. But I was positively mesmerized as his eyes moved over my face like they were memorizing every delicate feature of it. Small goose bumps broke out along my skin as I turned slowly in his arms to face him.

I wanted to be able to see him, but more so I wanted him to be able to see me. Rocking up on my toes, I wrapped my arms around this stranger’s neck and pressed my bottom half into his. His smell once again invaded my senses as his hands hit my waist before rounding my body and cradling my ass, bringing me even closer, if possible.

All the while his eyes looked me over like they couldn’t get enough, like he wanted to devour me, and I was half tempted to tell him to take me home, but I wasn’t that kind of girl. Or was I?

I felt like that kinda girl right then. The kind that would lean up and take his gorgeous pink lips in a kiss that would sear him to his soul. The kind of kiss that would have him dragging me from the bar and to his home where he would put his mouth between my legs.

My breath caught at the thought and my nipples pebbled beneath my emerald green top. I wanted that. I wanted him to take me home and use me. More than anything in the world. I wanted him to make me forget.

I didn’t want to think about the last five years and all I’d lost. I didn’t want to remember the heartache that had plagued most of my life.

I needed an escape and I wanted this man to be it.

He swayed our bodies and I let him take the lead as he leaned over until his nose brushed the side of mine as his hands slid from my ass, up my sides, and along the curves of my breasts. His eyes danced as his thumbs passed over my hard nipples before his hands held the sides of my neck.

Panting, I rested my forehead against his stubbled chin and felt my trembling body melt into his.

I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel him over me, under me, inside of me. My body was quivering at the images that flashed in my mind like some kind of filthy movie.

This was insane. The craziest thing I’d ever experienced. But so exciting and new. I couldn’t have torn myself away even if I had wanted to.

Using his thumbs, he tipped my chin up so that our gazes met. Slowly, ever so carefully he lowered his face to mine, his stare unwavering, his face stoic, his eyes hot.

I thought his mouth would come down hard, maybe he’d bite my bottom lip before pillaging my mouth like the dark pirate he resembled.

Instead, he rested his nose against mine, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, then swiped his tongue along my bottom lip. I sucked in a shaky breath of my own, caught off guard. The damn tease. It was what I wanted but not enough. Not nearly.

Eyes still closed, one side of his gorgeous mouth almost hiked up in a smile, and it was like the son of a bitch knew he wasn’t giving me enough. I mewled into that mouth and leaned up, giving his top lip the same service he’d given my bottom one. Two could play at this game.

And that was all she wrote. All games were over. One of his hands tightened on the side of my neck as the other delved into the back of my hair, pulling it tight as he maneuvered me in whatever way he liked. His mouth crashed into mine like a head-on collision.

And it was a wreck of epic proportions. Because I didn’t know if I’d ever come back from this. If I’d ever be able to kiss another man and not think about this moment.

The way he held me too tight like he thought I might vanish into thin air. The way his mouth gorged on mine like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. The way he groaned deep in his throat as my tongue slid out to meet his over and over. Had any man ever kissed me as fiercely as this one? Had anyone ever held me so desperately close?

The crowd of people around us? The bar? It all disappeared the moment his lips pressed to mine. It all dropped away. It was just me and this man in a dark room, all hands, tongue, and teeth.

He could have slipped my jeans down and laid me in the middle of that floor, and I’d have let him. That was how out of my mind with want I was.

Thankfully, one of us wasn’t too lost to keep our heads about them. “Come home with me.” His gravelly voice ghosted across my ear before he bit at the lobe and trailed a string of kisses down my neck that I felt right at my core.

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