Page 63 of Sweet Escape
“This is a bad idea.”
“Maybe I want to be bad.”
Like a warning sign flashing bright red, another clap of thunder roars in the distance, and a flicker of light illuminates Wilder’s heated gaze.
He releases a sound like a feral growl, whirling me around to face him, one hand clasping my jaw while the other finds my hip. His thumb drags over my bottom lip. “This is your last warning. I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want you to fuck me like a cowboy. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“That’s a dangerous offer, Cupcake.”
“I’m not taking it back.”
Wilder takes my hips in a firm grip, crushing me against his chest, and his lips slant over mine in an all-consuming kiss. My nipples rub against his chest hair, providing the most delicious friction. He walks backward down the hall, pulling me along with him until he’s pushing through the door to his bedroom.
His room is dimly lit by the faint glow coming from the ensuite bathroom. There’s a massive black metal bed taking up the center of the far wall, across from a bay window framed by a set of empty built-in bookshelves. A stack of moving boxes sits in the corner of the room beside a giant armoire with a mirror aimed at the bed—a mirror I’m facing. My top half is completely exposed. Wilder’s chest is to my back as he peppers my neck and shoulder with kisses while his hands caress my breasts, rolling my nipples to stiff peaks.
“Look how fucking beautiful you are. Always so perfectly put together. I’m gonna make a mess of you, Pretty Girl.”
I don’t know how to tell him he's wrong. I keep my outward appearance pristine, but on the inside, I’m already a mess. Dammit, I don’t care. This man is unraveling me, and I’m going to let him.
“God, I’ve wanted to have you like this since the moment I saw you again,” he says, “but I told myself I couldn’t have you. Four months is a long fucking time to want something, and even longer when the very thing you’re denying yourself is right in front of you, tempting you.”
His hands glide down to the button on my jeans, popping it open. Our eyes lock in the mirror as he dips beneath my panties to find my pussy already drenched for him. I throw my head back against his shoulder, my lips parted on a gasp. His cock presses against my lower back, every hard inch of him digging into my soft flesh.
“Wanna watch you come on my fingers just like this.” He pushes two fingers inside my tight channel, his thumb pressing into my clit. “Gonna take my time. Show you how a real man treats his woman.”
“Yes,” I breathe. His fingertips tug at my nipple, and I let out a small whimper of pleasure.
“That’s my girl. Let me hear you.”
His lips glide over my neck and collarbone, the rough scrape of his beard sending tingles up my spine. “I can feel you clenching around me. You’re fucking dripping for me; this cunt is just begging to be filled.”
Hot breath fans over my cheek as he whispers each filthy word like the most sensual promise. He nips at my earlobe as his fingers continue to drive me higher and higher. “Look at me. I want you to see how stunning you are like this, fucking yourself on my fingers, taking everything you need.”
“I–I’m close.”
“I know, honey. Let go for me.”
I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump headlong into oblivion, when he slides a third finger inside. I come undone right then and there, the delicious stretch sending me soaring to new heights.
He strokes me through the high until I’m completely boneless, but it’s still not enough for him. I can see it in his eyes—there’s an insatiable hunger there.
He slides his hand out of my jeans, staring straight into the mirror as he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks each one clean. “You are the sweetest fucking dessert.” He grips my neck, his mouth meeting mine in a lazy kiss.
The rain pelting against the window is an eerily beautiful soundtrack to our precarious connection. Need quickly turns to complete and utter desperation as he lifts me into his arms and carefully lays me on the bed.
I lean up on my elbows, watching every movement as he unceremoniously rips off my jeans, taking my panties with them. His sweatpants are the next to go. His hard length juts out in front of him, tempting me with a taste.
He smirks and takes himself in hand. “I’d love nothing more than to see your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock, but the only place I’m coming tonight is inside your tight pussy.” He stalks over to the bed with single-minded focus, zeroed in on the apex of my thighs. “Spread your knees and show me what’s mine.”
I drop my legs open, not a single trace of self-consciousness—not with Wilder looking at me like I’m something to be worshipped.
He groans. “Goddamn, Liv. I’ll never get enough of this body. If I could fuck another baby into you tonight, I’d damn well do it.”
I inhale sharply, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. I shouldn’t like the sound of that, but against all rational thought, I do.
“Touch me.” It’s a shameless plea, but I’m not above begging. I need him. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me.
