Page 53 of Wild Like Us
The sting.
I forgot about it. “Not that bad.”
For a second, I think he’s about to leave to text Farrow.Please don’t leave me.
My heart skips.
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BANKS MORETTI
Sulli looks panicked.Like I’m about to abandon her at a vulnerable time. Akara has had to bail on her more than once since he created his own security firm, but he’s never really abandoned her.
Must just be a fear of hers. Hand-in-hand with being alone.
But I’d neverleave her right now. We’re both naked in a motel bathroom. Not to shower. Not to fuck. It’s the strangest, most alluring moment I’ve ever had with a woman.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her softly.
She nods, easing.
I text Farrow:How do I treat a scorpion sting?Along with the text, I snap a pic of the squished motherfucker.
Sulli grips the edge of the sink counter with one hand, her eyes still on my hard cock.
My muscles flex in response. More blood pooling south.Christ, I want to paint a portrait of Sulli with my gaze, but I should focus on her wound first.
I’m about a meter away from her and a line I shouldn’t be crossing. For Akara’s sake. Though—what the fuck am I stalling for? There’s a good chance he’s never going to see Sulli the way I see her.
Edging closer, I toss Sulli a towel. “Just so I can concentrate on first-aid.”
Her lips rise while she wraps the towel around her body. Holding the two ends together at her breasts.
An inch away, I tower above Sulli.
She drinks me in, and I slowly lower to one knee, then the other. “Can I see your foot?”
“Huh?” Her breath is shallow.
“Your foot, mermaid,” I say into a soft smile. “You got stung by that pointy shitbag.”
She smiles. “Shitbag”—she lifts her foot for me—“that’s a good one.”
I take her sole in my hand.
She doesn’t try to flatten her towel. The fabric spreads open more and more. By the way she’s soaking in our positions, she knows I’m at a perfect height to push aside her towel and kiss between her legs.
What lies beneath that towel is my undoing.
Don’t I know it.
Legs for days, leading to her unshaven pussy, all brawn in her limbs—in her slender hips that travel up to small boobs and broad shoulders…I can’t even blink back the image. Every inch of her is driving me crazy.
My muscles burn, and I focus on the mark on her foot. The skin is a bit swollen around the sting.
“It really doesn’t hurt?” I ask.
“Not right now.” Her raspy response pumps more yearning in me. Not even just to kiss her. Life’s momentary pleasures, I know them well. I’m not looking for just a moment—and for once in my life, can’t I have more?
