Page 102 of Wild Eyes
“West—” My name ends on a gasp as my palms move higher, but she does as she’s told, and I explore until I reach the lace underwear wedged against her hips.
“I want these off.” My fingers hook and my arms jerk back, tugging the flimsy fabric down her shaking thighs. Soon, nude lace stretches between her spread knees and my cock jumps at the sight. “They’re in my way.” I yank again and the delicate fabric rips.
“Those were expensive,” she hisses, nails digging into my shoulder, temper flaring as I toss the expensive scraps onto the dirt and rocks at my feet.
I pull her to the edge of the hood and press my palm to her sternum, pushing her back so she lands on her elbows.
Not a single thread of resistance in her body, mad as she might be.
“Then stop wasting your money on them, fancy face. They only get in my way.”
She lets out a low, frustrated growl, but she stays splayed out before me. I reach up and release the end of each shoulder tie from her dress. Soft fabric tumbles off her shoulders. And one tug at the front leaves her breasts exposed to the fresh air and bright sun.
Fucking perfect.
Her lips pop open, and gooseflesh covers her skin as my eyes rake over her heaving chest.
“That fucking mouth, Skylar. The things I want to do to it.”
“Then do them.” The pink tip of her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and I groan, my jeans becoming downright painful. “You’re the only one who’s never treated me like porcelain. Don’t start now. Do. Them.”
I palm her breasts, watching raptly as her lashes flutter shut and her back arches up into my touch. My gaze follows the path of my hands as they move lower. Exploring every curve.
Hips.
Thighs.
Down to her knees, where I draw a slow circle with the tip of my index finger. She squirms, hips pressing toward me. And I get off on it.
“What are you asking me for, Skylar?”
I peek up at her—damp lips, glazed eyes, pretty fucking tits. A tendon in her jaw flexes, and I can tell she’s still agitated.
Hot and agitated.
“I want…”
My hands glide back up. “What do you want, baby? Let me hear it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
The words come out soft and low, and I smirk at her. “I know you do. I can tell. Practically begging for it.”
She finds her voice and corrects me. “No, I am demanding you fuck me.”
My head tilts as I hold her gaze and press her thighs farther open, her dress nothing more than bunched fabric around her waist. One flick of my eyes has me seeing everything I didn’t that night in the dark.
“You’re fucking soaked, Sky. Is this all for me?”
She huffs out a breath and glances away.
I pinch her clit, and it draws a gasp and glare.
“Eyes on me when I’m touching you.”
“Then get to touching me, West. You’re doing an awful lot of staring?—”
I bite down on my bottom lip as my thumb strums over her clit. Once. Twice. Three times. That movement shuts her up, has her squirming and arching toward me. “Don’t rush me,” Imutter, watching my index finger disappear inside her as she clamps down on me. “I’m enjoying the view.”
