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We finish eating, pay our bill in cash, then walk hand in hand back to the hotel. “This is nice,” I tell him, knowing he’s still pretty down about everything that’s happened. I’m hoping I can lift his spirits. “It’s only temporary so let’s enjoy this time we have together, okay?”

Instead of grief, I feel filled with this crazy amount of energy. I never knew what life would be like after I left Troy, but I didn’t expect this sort of happiness to fill my core. It could be because I’m here with Wilder, or just because I know I won’t have to sleep in the back of the closet or on the floor ever again.

“Yeah.” He nods. “You’re right. Tomorrow doesn’t matter when we’ve still got today.” Finally, he smiles and I feel that warmth of it radiate into my soul. Wilder is healing. He is like the wind beneath my wings. I know his care for me will likely fade, the age difference being so much, but I want to enjoy what we have now.

I’m so done wasting precious time. I want to finally have something in my life that I love. And I think I just might be starting to love Wilder Cromwell.

The minute we get back into our room, I push Wilder against the wall and crush his mouth with mine.

CHAPTER 23

WILDER

The taste of Cat on my tongue gives me amnesia. I forget about it all—the mayor's death, our road trip out of state, getting this hotel room under a fake name while lying about losing my ID. Still not sure how I pulled that one off.

I kiss her until nothing makes sense but her. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat to get to where we are. I’d hide away forever with her if it meant spending forever by her side.

In one fluid motion, I grip the hem of her shirt and lift it up, revealing the milky white skin of her stomach. I reach behind her, pinching the clasp of her bra, and she lets the straps fall down her arms. It hits the floor at our feet.

Cat returns the favor and removes my shirt before snapping the button of my pants.

I kiss her neck, sucking on her delicate flesh. My hands move up from her waist, fingers trailing against her sides before reaching her breasts. I cup them both in my hands, squeezing with gentle pressure.

“Wilder,” she sings as I drop to my knees, bringing her pants and panties down with me. She lifts one foot, then the other, and I discard her clothes somewhere behind me.

My fingers trail featherlike up one of her trembling legs until I reach the crease behind her knee. Then I lift it up and bring her foot to my shoulder.

When I look at her face, I see her wondrous eyes staring down at me. I can feel the joy radiating from her. My girl is finally free. She’s safe. And I think she is finally starting to feel happy.

My cock twitches when I drag two fingers through her sex, feeling her want for me. I slip them inside her tight pussy, reveling in the way her walls envelop me.

The scent of her arousal floods my senses and my body responds with a racing heart. I can’t wait to make her come all over my face.

Cat puts a hand on my head, gently guiding my face to her heat. A soft moan escapes her lips as I run my tongue along her slick folds, savoring her taste. My mouth latches onto her clit and I suck it between my teeth, making her shiver.

This girl is like a drug—I’m addicted and I know now I will never quit her.

Pumping my middle and index fingers in and out of her while stroking that sensitive spot inside, I suck feverishly on her swollen nub. She guides my movements with her hand on my head, fingers weaved in my hair.

“Oh God, Wilder,” she cries out. The sound of my name rolling off her tongue has me aching for her orgasm.

I wanna make my girl feel good every day. She deserves all the praise and pleasure that I plan to give her.

When she drops her head back, resting it against the wall, I pull my face back, working only my fingers. I add another, watching as they slide in and out of her slippery cunt. Then, when she whimpers in delight, I curl the tips and pulse them against her G-spot, my knuckles gyrating against her core.

“Wilder,” she cries out again, just before she clenches her muscles, squeezing my fingers inside her. Proof of her orgasm drips from her core, soaking my palm. I keep going, knowing she’s capable of giving me more.

And, she does, this time her sounds of pleasure echoing in the small room. She reaches behind her, digging her nails into the wall, dragging fragments of wallpaper. I feel the moment she lets it all go, and it’s so different from before. This time she uses her voice and there is no hesitation as she calls out my name.

When her body settles, I pull my fingers out, spread her wider, and suck on her clit until she’s screaming. Her shaky thighs cage me in, and this time, she clenches my shoulders.

Suddenly, she puts a hand on my head, pushing me back, her body too sensitive for my touch.

I stand up, putting my hands to the wall on either side of her as I kiss her delicious mouth. “How’d that feel?”

She staggers to the left a bit, unsteady on her feet. “Incredible.” Heat floods to my cheeks and my cock. I love making my girl come.

“Good,” I tell her before kissing her again. Then I scoop her in my arms and carry her over to the bed, laying her down on her stomach as I stand at the end and strip off my too tight pants.

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