Page 60 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

Walking us into the suite, he backs me up against the wall, his body trapping me deliciously as he reaches down to remove the towel I’m wearing. “Fuck, Maddie,” he growls after dragging his mouth from mine so he can look at me. “I’ve barely stopped thinking about you the last two days.”

My head spins, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the need blazing from him. I grip his neck so I can demand another kiss. When our lips collide again, I arch into him, a moan escaping as he presses his hips into mine, letting me feel the hard evidence of his desire.

I’m lost to the intoxicating scent of him, the heat of his body, the drugging sensation of his lips while he makes out with me like he did the first time we had sex.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless. Ethan rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as he tries to regain control. My heart pounds wildly, its rhythm synced with my feelings for this man.

I curve my hands around his body. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He lifts his head. “I would have been here yesterday if I thought that wouldn’t freak you out.”

My heart thuds and I whisper, “You feel this too?” This connection.

Ethan’s gaze doesn’t waver. Not even for a second. “Yes.” He takes my face in his hands. “I’m in this with you, Miller.” Then, he’s lifting me to carry me into the bedroom.

“I see that I’m late for the strip show,” he says as he notes the trail of clothes I left on my way to the bath earlier.

I nuzzle his neck, kissing it. “Such a shame. You would have enjoyed it.”

His eyes blaze with heat. “You can get dressed after our first orgasm and give me my own show.”

“You think I have more than one orgasm in me?”

He smirks as I repeat his words back to him from the last time we were together. Then, dropping me on the bed, he runs his eyes lazily over my naked curves. “I think we should aim higher tonight.” He crawls on top of me and kisses his way up my stomach to my breasts, lingering there for a moment, sending my core into a frenzy of need, before continuing up to my throat, my neck, my lips. “Let’s beat our record.”

I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head, discarding it on the floor. “You don’t want me to be able to walk tomorrow?”

The look in his eyes at that question is pure hunger. Dipping his mouth to the side of my neck, he kisses me, his teeth lightly nipping. “I’d fucking love for you to not be able to walk tomorrow,” he growls. “I’d keep you right here and demand more of that filthy mouth of yours.”

His growly voice tips me over the edge. Not that I knew I was close to it, but now I’m falling so hard and all I can think about is how much I want him inside me.

My hands make quick work of his belt, the button on his jeans, his zipper. Then, I’m pushing his jeans down, his boxers down, and reaching for his dick.

“Fuck,” he groans as I stroke his cock and reach for his balls. He thrusts into my hand and groans again before crashing his mouth down onto mine.

When he ends the kiss, he looks at me, his eyes hooded. “Less than a week, Miller.” He kisses me again, roughly, his lips telling me how desired I am, and god, I want him to kiss me and touch me like this forever. He bites my bottom lip before saying, “That’s how long it took for me to lose my mind over you.”

I stare up at him, falling, falling, falling. Letting go of his dick, I bring my hands to his chest so I can push him up and force him onto his back. I’m fast, desperate, and he allows me to take charge, the heat in his eyes intensifying with my every move.

Straddling him, I put a hand to his neck, gripping him possessively. I want this man in ways I’ve never wanted a man. “How?” I breathe while my body floods with so many sensations and feelings.

He takes hold of my hip with one hand, a breast with the other, and I feel his raw need in the rough way he handles me. “How did I lose my mind so fast?”

I bend my face closer to his while rubbing my pussy against his cock. “No, how did we both do that?”

“Fuck,” he growls as I grind on him. “I think it was those granny undies that did it.”

“What?” I laugh and I love that he can make me do that during sex.

He gives me a sexy smirk. “Trust me, you look hot as fuck in them. But now that I think of it, it could have been the moment when you faceplanted in my crotch that did it for me.” His smirk now looks like pure filth across his face.

I kiss that smirk right off his face before saying, “Your mind is a dirty place to live, isn’t it?”

He grabs my neck, all rough manhandling in a way I think I may start living for. “It’s nowhere near as dirty as your mouth, baby.”

And just like that, with a term of endearment I’ve never really liked, but now am all about because it feels like a claim, I’m drowning in him.

I let him pull my face to his so he can kiss me.

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