Page 33 of Reckless Love

His shoulders relaxed as he released a breath. “I know I’m not normal. My brain doesn’t think or react the way most people do. I saw you, and I saw my future. I knew you’d be my wife. The mother of my children.”

“What’s normal? You’re talking to the girl who chose to shut herself away rather than try to live,” I pointed out. “When I first realized who I was marrying, I was determined to ruin you. To take from you all the things you took from me.”

He didn’t blink. “Sia, you can have anything of mine. It’s yours.”

“None of that matters, because now I see that you were actually giving me everything I needed.” I kissed the underside of his jaw.

Wick turned his head, capturing my lips with his for a torturously slow kiss that had my toes curling and my core throbbing. His forehead rested against mine as we shared the same air. “You can have everything. Anything. Name it.”

“You,” I whispered, watching the pleasure flare in his eyes as I told him the truth. “I want you.”

Thirteen

Wick’s hand on my hip tightened as his lips slanted over mine in a claiming kiss. He licked into my mouth, his tongue thrusting and writhing against my own until I was whimpering and panting.

And hot.

So freaking hot.

With a tiny growl, I knocked his hands away and scrambled up to straddle his lap before winding my arms around his neck. I felt his smirk as I kissed him, my fingers spearing into his hair as I pressed my chest against his.

The sum of my sexual experience was pretty much wrapped up in my wedding night, but then I’d felt unsure and nervous. I had no clue what I was doing, and I’d let Wick take the lead.

I still had no idea exactly what my plan for seduction was, but I was letting instinct guide my actions as I ground my center against the prominent ridge in his pants.

“Fuck, Sia,” he hissed, sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The tendons on his neck stood out as his palms wrapped around my hips, his fingers squeezing my ass.

I giggled. “That’s kinda what I was hoping for.”

His eyes went wide, then filled with a dark hunger that had a flood of arousal destroying my panties. If it were possible to be set on fire from a single glance, I would’ve been a pile of ash.

“You’re sure?” One of Wick’s hands slid up my spine before gripping the back of my neck. The hold was possessive, and I could feel him tremble like he was barely able to hold back.

I melted a little. Even now, he was making sure this was what I wanted. “Yes.” I arched a brow. “Unless you don’t want me?—”

Wick rolled us, flipping me onto my back and wedging his hips between my legs before I could get the end of the sentence out. I laughed, amused at his urgency, until his mouth pressed to mine again. My giggle melted into a moan as he rolled his hips, grinding against me.

His mouth trailed a line of wet, open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my throat until he was blocked by the material of my hoodie. Grabbing it from the bottom, we both yanked it and my shirt off at the same time. The clothes went flying as Wick’s weight lowered back onto me, pressing me into the cushions as his teeth gently teased my nipple through the simple cotton bra.

I arched into his touch, letting out a breathy sigh as his fingers plucked at my other nipple, twisting and tugging it into a tight peak. I squirmed beneath him, aching and needing more.

Wick looked up at me, his dark eyes deep pools of onyx I could get lost in. His hand slid across my ribs down my body to cup the front of my leggings, the heel of his palm pressing against my throbbing clit.

“There,” I whispered, my hips bucking from the friction.

Wick let out a warm chuckle, the sound as thick and decadent as maple syrup. “You want me to touch this greedy little pussy, baby?”

I nodded.

He made a soft humming noise. “Just touch it? Should I fuck you with my fingers while I suck on your clit until you’re screaming my name?”

“Yes,” I panted, my chest heaving.

“Beg for me, baby,” he murmured, barely touching my core now. He dragged a feather-light finger up and down the inner seam of my leggings, and I knew the cotton had to be damp. No way were my panties up for the task of containing just how badly I wanted this man.

My husband.

“Please, Wick,” I whimpered. “Please touch me.”

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