Page 34 of Reckless Love

“Touch you where?” His grin was wicked as he tried to coax the words from me.

I knew my cheeks were on fire, the dirty words feeling embarrassingly intimate. “My…” My mouth went dry, and I had to swallow my timidness and embrace what Wick was offering.

He waited patiently, his hand now still where it rested between my legs.

I licked my lips and sucked in a ragged breath. “Please touch my pussy. Make me come for you. Make me yours.”

“Oh, Sia,” he rasped, “you’ve always been mine.”

His hands made quick work of my leggings, tugging my ruined underwear down with the cotton before tossing it away. He moved down my body, his eyes focused on mine as he pressed an almost chaste kiss against my bare pussy.

“Take those tits out and play with yourself,” he commanded, waiting until I’d awkwardly yanked the cups of my bra down and covered the mounds with my hands.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he groaned, running his nose up the length of my slit and inhaling. “You smell so fucking perfect.”

I rolled my nipples between my fingers as he sank two fingers inside my pussy. My head fell back as I felt the slight stretch of his intrusion. The feeling was still foreign, but now that I knew about the pleasure waiting for me at the end of the rainbow, I loved every second of it.

He curled his fingers as his lips latched around the bud of my clit. He sucked me into his mouth with greedy pulls, groaning as he swallowed my flavor like I was his favorite dessert. His fingers thrust in and out, occasionally pausing to curl and rub against that magical part that sent sparks dancing across my vision.

“Wick,” I chanted his name, making it a cry, a plea, a freaking prayer. “Wick, yes. There. Oh, god.”

“Come for me, baby.” He looked up at me. “Come all over my face like a good girl, and I’ll let you have my cock.”

A third finger pushed into me as his teeth nipped at my clit before suckling it again.

For a second, everything was suspended. Like teetering at the top of a rollercoaster, waiting for the impending fall. The crash into oblivion.

And then I was coming, waves of pleasure pounding into me as Wick wrung wave after wave from me. Until my throat was raw from screaming his name and my body was a boneless, twitching mess that he was gently licking clean.

My fingers relaxed from the deathgrip I had on his hair. “Wick.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh. “I know, baby.”

Two weeks with this man, and I understood now how he saw our futures laid out. I could see it, too—our marriage, our kids, grandkids, making memories, and sharing our lives.

I wanted it all, and, for the first time in my life, I’d met the person who could give me the world.

“I love you, Sia,” he whispered, surprising us both.

But the words felt right as they lodged in an empty corner of my heart, lighting it up and chasing away the shadows of my past.

Maybe it was like he’d said—reckless and obsessive—but all the little ways he’d taken care of me left me sure this man was my future. My everything.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” I admitted, knowing love was such a small word to convey so many big emotions.

Wick rolled off my body, getting to his feet before grabbing me into his arms and stalking through the apartment until he was kicking open the door of his bedroom.

“I’ve dreamed about you in my bed since that party,” he confessed, lowering me to the mattress and standing back to study me like I was his own personal work of art.

When his hands reached for the front of his pants, need surged in my veins. I watched him strip with rapt attention, knowing I wouldn’t look away if a purple elephant on a unicycle rolled through the room juggling baby geese.

Wick’s allure was that powerful.

All those books I’d read about insta-love and love at first sight had always seemed like fairy tales. But perhaps there was a little nugget of truth buried under the myth.

Maybe love wasn’t something that could be calculated through time. Maybe love was just love, and that was enough.

I wasn’t sure I knew what love felt like, but I knew what I felt for Wick defied reason and logic. I knew I would never get tired of watching the man in front of me bare himself—physically or emotionally.

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