Page 25 of Wild Hearts

I go to put the four-wheeler up, but Mick grabs my hand, pulling me with him. “Leave ‘em.”

We kick off our boots and Mick grabs me around the waist.

“You ready, baby girl?”

“You have no idea,” I whisper, taunting him.

Mick picks me up and swings me over his shoulder, slapping my ass.

“Hold on,” he says, making me laugh.

He rounds into the kitchen, but comes to a stop. I peek around him and see Josh standing there, mouth open, an apple in hand.

“I don’t even want to know,” he mutters, covering his eyes, walking past us. “We’re going to have to talk about this later,” he yells over his shoulder before slamming the door.

“That went better than I thought it would,” Mick jokes, making me laugh.

“I thought you were going to take me to bed?”

“Oh, I am.”

He hurries upstairs and into my room. Once there, he slides me down his front.

“This time I’m going to take my time with you,” he murmurs, sliding my shirt over my head.

“I’m here for it.” I flick open the button of his jeans.

We finish undressing each other, breathing heavy, air thick with tension.

Mick crowds me into the bed, pushing me back.

“Lay down, baby girl.”

I do as he says, bending my knees a little.

Mick crawls onto the bed in front of me. “Spread them, baby,” he rasps. I do as he says.

Mick crawls over me, kissing the life out of me, leaving me breathless.

When he pulls back and sits on his heels. His eyes eat me up and he groans.

“I knew you were going to look like a dream, but fuck me. You’re something else,” he rasps.

He trails his pointer finger down my chest, between my breasts.

“Mick, you have got to stop teasing me, honey. I’m dying here.”

“A little teasing won’t kill you. Besides, don’t think I didn’t miss every shimmy of your hips as we rode back. You want to talk about dying? I almost made you pull over so I could take you right there.”

I shiver at the thought. I don’t care how he offers it, I will take it.

He picks my legs up and places one over each shoulder as he places a chaste kiss on my center.

I moan at the contact. “Please, Mick.”

He smirks up at me before leaning in to lick the full length of me.

Then he lets out a long sigh. “Shane, you are my favorite taste in the world. I will never get enough of you.”

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