Page 113 of Wilds of Wonder
He pressed a kiss to my back. “I love you,” he said. “I loved you before you had a name. I loved you before you had a face. I loved you when you were just a fur cloak and a lot of sass.” His kisses trailed lower, every one making me melt further under his touch.
I’d never liked the heat, always shied away from fire, but this... this fire could light me for the rest of my life. I couldn’t get enough of it. Of him.
He stopped when he reached the lower part of my dress. “You have far too much clothing.”
“Well, I’m still feeling very tired,” I said teasingly. “Maybe taking off this dress would help?”
“Oh, I’m sure it would.” He whipped me around to face him, then slowly ran his hands up my arms, gripping the fabric that hugged my shoulders and tugging it down just enough to expose my breasts, my peaked nipples. He peeled the dress down until it hung around my hips, my upper half exposed.
He palmed a breast, his lips brushing mine, featherlight, teasing. The heat between my legs flared, the heavy ache growing to a throb.
“Awake yet?” he murmured against my lips.
“I’m getting there.” I gasped as he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Let me try a little harder, then.” He dipped his head down and sucked hard on my nipple, his tongue swirling over it in delicious strokes.
I threw my head back, the sensation feeling so damn good. Gregory would never have done something like this. He hadn’t cared about my pleasure or making me feel good. Sex had been an obligation, not something enjoyable. Instead of staring up at the ceiling, counting down the minutes until this was over, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay holed up in this bedroom with Maverick Von Lucas forever. How I’d ever thought he would trap me was beyond me.
He didn’t trap me. He set me free.
“Kiss me,” I said, needing his lips on mine.
“Someone’s finally waking up.” He grinned, and then his mouth crashed into mine.
He teased my lips open, his tongue slipping inside. Both of us grappled at each other while our mouths met again and again, a force of clashing teeth, frantic tongues, and kisses that made that ache between my legs spread to every corner of my body. If I was a fire, then he was the match, lighting me with every touch.
I ripped open his red button-up, the buttons popping off.
“Driscoll’s going to be so mad,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“I don’t care.” I pressed my hands to his chest, feeling his hard muscles, admiring the way the green ribbons of light flooded in through the glass ceiling, dancing over his skin. I shoved down his suspenders, then pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders until he shrugged it off.
He gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh and walked me back toward the bed, shoving me onto it and falling on top of me, his hard length pressing into my thigh. A promise of all the things to come.
I trailed my fingers up and down his back as he pressed kisses to my lips, these ones light and feathery, sweet, but just as heated as the others.
“You know, I always thought our first time would be in the bottom of a cave or out in the highlands or in the middle of some dangerous mission,” he said.
I laughed, propping myself up on my elbows while he sat up in between my legs. “You thought about our first time?”
It was his turn to laugh. “Are you kidding me?” His gaze unraveled every bit of me, his eyes black orbs as they traveled down my body.
I reached out and tugged at the laces on his trousers, the bulge in his pants stiff, a bead of moisture soaking through the fabric. “When was the first time you thought about it? Fucking me?”
His eyes flashed, and he pounced, his body pushing mine into the soft mattress, arms caging me. He kicked off his trousers, then reached his hand to grab a fistful of my dress, yanking it down and off me. Now the only thing between his hard length and me were my panties, already soaking wet.
“The first time I thought about fucking you?” he echoed, voice low and rumbling. “Was the first night I saw you.” He slipped his fingers underneath my panties and stroked a fingerdown my slit.
I squirmed under the heat of his touch. “That was the first time? But you didn’t even know me!”
He chuckled darkly. “I felt like I did. I came up behind you in the highlands, digging through those rocks. So much fire and passion in your voice. I smelled you, that snowy, alpine scent of yours. I knew I had to see you again. Why do you think I created that whole competition?”
My mouth dropped open. “Because you are competitive?”
He pressed a kiss to my nose. “Because I knew I couldn’t let you go.”
“I can’t believe that . . .”
