Page 47 of Wild for You
She bites her lip, and I don’t move my hand, just holding her gaze as I wait for her to finish. “I’m happy enough.”
“Not good enough.” I urge her to keep talking, tightening my grip ever so slightly around her pulse point, and her eyes are so hungry with need. It’s killing me holding off like this, but I need to know where we stand. I need to know how she really feels because the last thing I want to do is risk one or both of our careers trying to chase something that will never work out.
“Fine, she sighs. “I’ve been happier in the last two weeks here with you than I’ve ever been in my life. Even though I’m scared and I don’t know what’s going to happen. I trust you, and I know you’re going to figure it out.”
I breathe a heavy sigh, and she continues, “And even if you don’t, and it’s just the two of us alone here for … forever. I don’t think it’d be that bad either.”
My lips crash into hers before my brain even registers what we’re doing, and she’s climbing in my lap, straddling me, hungrily scratching down my back, and pulling my hair.
God, I want this. I want this so fucking bad, but I’ve never slept with a woman I had feelings for, and I can’t deny how I feel about Gwen anymore. She’s chaotic and feisty. She’ll argue with me for the hell of it, even if we both agree. And she won’t fucking listen to anything I tell her, she’s so damn stubborn, but when I look at my life, at my future, she’s the one I want riding next to me on all my adventures, however that may look.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I say between kisses.
“I don’t care, Jack. I need you.”
“Fuck,” I gasp as she wraps her sexy as sin legs around my waist. I don’t have any fight left in me. I’d give her the moon if she asked me right now.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Gwen
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.”Jack tries to pull away from our kiss, but I fight to keep our connection, biting and pulling his hair as I grip his strong, lean frame with my thighs.
“Baby,” he huffs out a sigh in between our frantic kisses and squeezes my ass. “Baby, I love … that you’re so excited right now, but … Gwen, we can’t do this without protection.” He pulls on my waist, placing me on my feet, but I’ve got a death grip around his neck, and I won’t let go.
“I’m so sorry, babe.” Jack drops to his knees, and before I can interrupt him, he links his thumbs through the top of my bikini bottoms and pulls them clean from my body. A rush of warm island air blows against my tender flesh, and he doesn’t miss a beat before his hot tongue slides across my slick sex.
The moment his tongue touches me, my head sinks back in pleasure, and my knees buckle from the shock. We’ve been stranded on this island for over a month, and my vibrators were all dead within the first week. Every time I tried to take care of things myself, something scary would crawl near me, or I’d think I’d hear a predator waiting for my most vulnerable moment to attack. Once I even got sand stuck under my clitoral hood during a particularly sexually frustrating moment with my vibrator. Needless to say, that was a mood killer. It took me three days before I worked up the nerve to dig it out, and I damn sure wasn’t going to crawl to Jack for help with mysituation. It’s a wonder I didn’t create the world’s first fresh-vaginal pearl. I shake my head at the memory as Jack’s hot tongue swirls me back to reality. He brings my knee up to his shoulder, and his kiss sinks in deeper as he rubs his hand up my ass.
God, he’s hot. I bite my lip to suppress a moan. He’s barely touched me, and I feel like I could come at any moment. I grip his hair, pulling it taut between my knuckles.
He growls in response, and I swear to god, electricity shoots between my nipples.
“You taste so fucking good.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, sending another electric wave up my spine, and chills coat every inch of my skin. “I may not be able to fuck you, but this is just as good to me.” He laps me slowly, finding just the right rhythm. Knowing I’m close, he scoops his arms under my legs, so he doesn’t have to pause his feast as he walks us the short distance to the beach. He slowly squats down until he’s on his knees and then glides me down on the soft, dry sand.
The sand is still warm, and the rough grains scratch against my back, giving me the most delicious erotic sensation of pain and pleasure I’ve ever felt. Out here on this secret island, I’m invigorated at the thought of being completely and utterly alone with the wild man I never knew I needed.
My thighs grip his head in response, and he flips us over, so I’m sitting on his face.
I can’t help my grin when I see the joy in Jack’s eyes underneath me, his sultry gaze and a roguish smile lit by the faint glow of the campfire. I know that even if we were in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by thousands of strangers, Jack’s eyes would still only belong to me. He pulls my thighs down tight, sinking me deeper onto his face as if to encourage me. Assignment understood.
I flick the back of my bikini top open and let it fall to my legs, also covering Jack's face. I have a feeling he won’t mind having any more breath restrictions, and I sink into him. He really seems to be enjoying himself, and I can’t help how my heart flips in my chest at the thought of him worshiping my body. I begin riding his face as Jack very gently works his tongue in all the right places. He pulls me down to apply pressure as he sucks and licks me. My body is damp with ocean air and sweat, and I feel like a goddess soaking in all this pleasure under the moonlit sky. It’s like all my senses are heightened, and every touch or change in temperature has me writhing against Jack’s hot mouth.
Fuck, this man is handsome, and now I’ll never be able to look at his face and not remember this moment.
My toes begin to curl, heat pools in my core, and my orgasm is so close when I feel the slight pinch of a finger fill my ass. And then I lose it.
My back arches, and I scream my cry of pleasure so loud I hear it echo in the distance. My body shudders from head to toe, and I collapse in a trembling pile on his chest.
“Oh god, that was even better than I remembered.”
He laughs and flips us, so we’re facing each other on our sides. Everything feels quieter now as my heart finds its natural rhythm. Our heavy breathing blends with the gentle sounds of crashing waves, creating a symphony that instruments could never rival.
“Same,” is all he says, but he’s looking at me with hearts in his eyes.
He pulls me into a hug, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent. My heart does that weird flip thing again. I snuggle into his side, our bare skin pressed against each other, coated with a light sheen of sweat and sand. I don’t know if it’s the post-orgasmic high or the fact that I feel like I owe him after giving me the oral of a lifetime, but I actually feel like opening up and telling him the truth.
“When I was ten years old, I almost drowned—” I swallow the lump in my throat at the memory.
