Page 75 of Chasing the Wild
God, his body is incredible.
I’m left gaping after him, unashamedly eating up every flexed indent along his spine as his muscles do their thing. A small laugh dances on my lips because he’s still wearing his jeans. Something about knowing this man was too busy giving me orgasm after orgasm to get fully undressed is immensely fucking hot.
As Colt disappears off into the kitchen, my stomach decides to let out a grumbled protest. What is the time even? It’s so hard to tell with how dark it is outside and the storm raging around the ranch feels like being stuck inside a snow globe being shaken around.
For whatever reason—one that I’m not prepared to examine too closely—I don’t feel ready to be separated from him just yet. So, I bundle my naked self up in the blanket and tiptoe across the lounge. There’s a trail of clothes strewn along the path we obviously took once we made it inside. Each discarded item of clothing I come across serves as a replayed memory—moments that cause my cheeks to heat pop back up in wickedly vivid detail.
Colt’s flannel shirt lies in a crumpled pile on the floor in the hallway, and I can’t resist the temptation to put it on. If I’m only going to get a momentary glimpse of indulging in everythingColton Wilder,then screw it, I’ll steal all his clothes for the next two weeks. He wants me in his bed every night? Surely, I’m at liberty to enjoy spending as much time wrapped in his scent and potent masculinity as possible.
Once I’ve shimmied into the fabric—which, holy fuck, smells so insanely good my pussy is already perking up with joy—I follow him into the kitchen. There’s something heating in the microwave, and my taste buds are doing little cartwheels in anticipation.
I must make a noise to that effect because my rugged cowboy glances over his shoulder at me.
Then does a double-take at my appearance.
A five-alarm fire explodes across his eyes as he rakes over every inch of my body, tracing the length of his shirt down to my bare legs.
“Well, there goes my plan to keep you naked, but can’t say I’m going to protest, mind you. That’s a hot fucking sight… it’s gonna be hard to forget seeing you freshly fucked and wearing my shirt anytime soon.” Colt grabs the steaming container and swipes up a couple of forks, joining me around where I’m standing on the other side of the kitchen island. “Can I convince you to wear either nothing or only that for the next two weeks?”
Cocking my head to one side, I give him a smirk. “Not unless you want me losing a limb to frostbite while I’m taking care of the horses. Can’t imagine that would look too good on my resume.”
He shakes his head, and instead of heading back to the lounge like I’m anticipating, he drops the food onto the table and reaches for me. With one fluid motion, that is far too smooth for my sanity, he hoists me up so that I’m seated on the countertop.
“I suppose I can make allowances for outdoor activities.” He’s got an amber sparkle in his irises, and those crinkles around his eyes make their appearance as they tend to do whenhe’s teasing me. Just like that very first day we met at the gas station.
Jesus. Do not go falling head over heels for this man over his eyes.
The way my heart is fluttering around and has grown wings inside my chest, I don’t want to dare admit it might already be too late.
Colt steps between my knees, picking up the heated bowl of leftovers to hold in one big hand. It’s only lazy macaroni I made yesterday, but day two cheesy carbs have never looked so appetizing.
Especially when there’s a bare-chested cowboy between my legs handing me a fork and sharing a meal with me out of the same bowl.
It’s kind of cute and insanely sexy all at the same time.
“Aren’t you cold?” I stab some pasta and gesture at his nakedness. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s a whiteout beyond the kitchen windows, and even though it’s toasty warm in here, I don’t want him catching a chill because we’ve been too insane for each other to worry about clothes.
He digs around the bowl with his own fork and shakes his head. “No. Especially not when I’m about fifteen minutes from being buried inside that sweet little pussy of yours again.” Popping the mouthful, he chews his pasta, looking particularly sinful as he does so.
Goddammit, I can’t stop the creeping blush spreading up from my chest.
“You’re going to kill me. Flauntingthatand a filthy mouth, Mr. Wilder.” Twisting my lips, I lean forward and spear some more macaroni.
Colt makes a rough noise.
Apparently, we’ve both just had the same visceral reaction to those words that just slipped out.
I have to concentrate hard on eating and not imagining being on my knees addressing him asMr. Wilder.
“Says the beautiful girl sitting in my kitchen with a body likethat.” He pointedly takes in my figure as he echoes my words.
Well, shit. If I didn’t already want this man to do wicked things to me all night long, he’s just guaranteed that I might beg him to.
“You know, I’m rather impressed…” I point my fork at his handsomeness, in hopes of distracting myself from the way my body is heating up the longer he stands this close. With his jeans scraping the sensitive insides of my knees, I’m pretty sure this is just another round of foreplay that he’s calculated to perfection. “Turns out you do know how to form proper sentences after all.”
Popping another mouthful, he chews it while raking his gaze over me. Purposely taking his fucking time as I begin to squirm beneath his lingering stare.
“And here I thought you were a quiet little thing, until my tongue is in your pussy, and you’re suddenly very vocal.”
