Page 84 of Chasing the Wild
“Sounds like an asshole to me.”
“Oh, you have no idea. He’s extremely demanding, too.” Her blush turns a deeper shade, and those perfect nipples stiffen as water laps around the tight buds.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“What a dick.”
“At least he’s got one or two redeeming qualities.”
“Yeah?” My eyes rake another full sweep over her figure and I lap up the way she’s starting to squirm beneath the weight of my gaze. Especially when I linger on the spot at the junction of her thighs hidden deeper below the water level. “What might those be?”
“Well, for one… he’s pretty skilled with his hands.”
My eyebrows raise, and I’m fighting back the urge to cross the tiles and show her just how fucking skilled my hands want to be right about now.
“Sounds promising. What else?”
“I don’t know if I should say.” That husky edge to her voice appears. The one that has my dick jerking to attention whenever this girl talks in a way that is part innocent, part seductress, and wholly, Layla.
“Maybe he wants to know.”
Her teeth sink into the plumpness of her bottom lip as her sooty eyelashes flutter a little. Good, she’s just as turned on as I am.
“Well, he walks in wearing this backward cap, and that isdefinitelya highly favorable quality.”
I have to fight the smirk that threatens to escape. “You got a thing for my hats, baby?”
Layla nods at me, eyes going a little glassy as the tension and heat builds between us.
“A cowboy in a cap? That’s sexy. Hit me with the backward cap? You’ve got me wherever you want me.” With a hard swallow she keeps on squirming and squeezing her thighs together. I’m about two seconds from relieving that ache I know is building there. “Now you know all my secrets, Mr. Wilder. What are you planning on doing about it?” She sounds all breathy and that’s the moment I make my move.
Pushing off the vanity, I cross over to the bath and sit on the wide edge. It’s tiled and built into one side of the bathroom with an ample ledge surrounding the tub. I’ve never been more fucking pleased it was designed with this particular feature.
My flannel sleeves are already partly rolled up my forearms, but I fold them a couple of inches higher to hit my elbow.
“You hungry, angel?” My voice drops low as I watch her lips part and her eyes trace the movement of my hands.
Layla drags her gaze up to meet mine, stares at me for a long second, then nods.
“You want to get out of that bath and eat?”
She shakes her head.
“Comfortable?” I ask, dipping my fingertips just below the surface, swirling the water a little.
She shakes her head. “Not with you all the way over there.”
“How about I make you more comfortable, then? Would you like that?”
“Please.” It’s barely a whisper that floats off her lips and echoes around the damp tiles.
I slip my hand below the water, keeping her locked in my gaze. Layla’s breathing shallows, her chest rising and falling with little panting breaths that tell me just how horny she is.
When I glide up the soft swell of her thigh, starting from the sensitive spot inside her knee, she jerks a fraction. A tiny whimper escapes, and I’m already planning my next move.
Can I fuck her right here in the bath? Sounds like a goddamn perfect idea.
My hand slides higher, and the moment I reach the softness of her pussy, I’m fighting back the urge to groan. She’s so fucking aroused, dripping and ready for my touch, just like I hoped. Slick and slippery and already swollen with desire.
