Page 70 of Chasing the Wild
“Eyes on me, angel.” I hum against her clit, then nip at her pussy lips when she doesn’t immediately meet my gaze. Demanding her attention because I’m fucking addicted to watching this girl come already.
When her hooded, lust-filled eyes open, she can’t help but let her eyelids flutter under the weight of her orgasm bearing down. Sucking on her clit, working her with my tongue, my fingers dig tighter, branding themselves into her hips. Helping to hold her upright as the force of her climax comes racing up to claim her.
“Colt. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes.”
I go in for the kill.
“I’m—I’m coming. I’m coming.” She chants, and her eyes hold mine in the most erotic fucking sight I’ve ever seen as her mouth hangs open and her body convulses above me. Layla’s fingers remain clenched in my hair with the effort to hold herself up, and I know right then I’m more fucked than I thought.
Because I’m going to want this every day.
I’m going to want her out here, surrounded by the scent of cedar and leather, and I’m not going to be able to resist watchingher come for me pushed up against this wooden wall looking like a goddess.
Giving her one final long lick, I ease backward and tug her pants up. Settling them loosely over her hips, before placing an open-mouthed kiss on the damp fabric covering her heat and perfect wetness. Jesus, the way this girl just fell apart on my tongue has got my dick so hard I have to adjust myself as I push up to my feet. My balls are throbbing—aching with the need to come.
But we can’t do any more than this out here, we’ll both freeze, no matter how good it feels to be lost to the dizziness of this stolen moment.
Layla’s still floating somewhere on the waves of her orgasm, and it’s the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen. I brush some loose curls behind an ear before tilting her chin up with one knuckle, and she damn near purrs. I’m fucking ravenous for her, and it’s taking everything in my self-control not to start ripping her clothes off right here and to shove her down in the hay.
Bracing one forearm high above her head, I lean down, seeking her out. Pressing a heated kiss against her lips until tiny fingers grip the front of my jacket. That’s my cue to grab the backs of her thighs, lifting so she can circle her legs around me.
She flings her arms around my neck and dives against my mouth, harder and more demanding this time. Moaning as she melts and swirls her tongue, sampling her own sweetness there.
“You’ve wrecked me.” I nibble at the sides of her lips and over her jaw. “Now I know what your cum on my tongue tastes like, I’m never going to get enough of this.” My fingers knead her ass as I hold her tight and start walking us in the direction of the house.
“Then we’re a match.” She trails hot, wet kisses up the side of my neck in return, and Christ, it feels too addicting. “Because Iwantto be ruined by you, Colton Wilder.”
I groan as she sucks on my pulse point. Hearing her say shit like that is simultaneously the best thing, and the worst fucking thing, considering our circumstances.
“I’m not good for you.” I rasp against her ear. My blood hums, writhing and darting around like a wild creature ready to be set loose from its cage.
Layla feathers more kisses along my jaw, making my dick throb in anticipation of where we’re heading. This forbidden moment is rushing up with the force of a hurricane to consume the two of us.
The perfect girl in my arms pauses to speak against my mouth, firmly tugging on my hair so hard I let out a growl.
“Goodis not what I need.” She sucks on my bottom lip as we make it to the front door, snow flurries dancing all around, wind howling in both our ears. “What I need isyou.”
Chapter 20
We barely make it inside the door before Colt has me pinned against the wall.
His mouth is a searing brand against mine, and I chase his tongue with desperate noises I didn’t know I could make. We tear at each other’s clothes, tugging on zippers and buttons, and bump into one another with the effort to shed the winter layers we’re both wearing.
I feel like I’m burning up inside my skin.
Jackets thud to the floor one after the other, and my sweater is tugged over my head, leaving me in my bra and jeans still unbuttoned from out in the barn when Colt made me fall apart like no one else has done before.
I’ve never had a man make me come like that.
The sight of Colton Wilder on his knees with blazing eyes staring up at me while his tongue ran perfect circles over my clit will forever be embedded in my memory.
No man haseverlooked at me with anything approaching such intensity.
My fingers yank at the hem of his shirt impatiently, I don’t want to try and navigate buttons. I just want it off. I want this man naked right fucking now.
Colt senses my urgency and undoes the top couple of buttons with expert hands, before reaching behind his head and tugging everything off in one pull. Leaving his hair ruffled and wild and so achingly sexy.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Colt brushes the backs of his knuckles over the swell of my breasts and down my stomach. Goosebumps and flutters follow in the wake of his touch.
