Page 81 of Wild Hit
CHAPTER 29
AUDREY
Igasp a little.
And yet…yes. This is exactly what I want.
I lean one arm against the headrest, placing my free hand against his jaw again. Gosh, does he know how perfect it is? His whole face, even. The Roman-like nose, his shockingly soft lips, and the half mast eyes that are doing things to me.
Heis doing things to me. I forgot that I could feel this way entirely.
Finally, I lean down and close my eyes. A girlish sigh comes out of me once our lips meet again.
I’m going to take it slowly this time around. The rain beats at the car violently, and there’s nowhere better to be than right here, right now. Miguel grabs my waist in handfuls and finally my brain turns off.
I breathe him in deep, the cedar and the man, and his own breath as it mingles with mine. Miguel matches my pace, his lips caressing mine softly, mapping every contour like he wants to preserve it in his memory. He’s so hot, so tender, that I’m melting on top of him. And then the itch for more starts, first in my belly, gradually expanding until every cell in my body’svibrating. Until I need him more than air. Until I can’t take sweet anymore.
I need hot.
My tongue comes out to savor his lips, and I can’t hold back after that. Miguel draws in a harsh breath and opens his mouth, and since I’m on top of him I make the big effort of tilting my head for better access. And he gives me all of it.
It’s like an explosion when our open mouths let our tongues meet. Fireworks and lightning, a volcano’s eruption, a car crash that spreads flowers all around. I smile into Miguel’s mouth because I didn’t know I had it in me to be so melodramatic.
One of his hands makes a bold journey from my waist, down to my hip and outer thigh, finding the end of my skirt and sneaking underneath. A moan tears out of him the second he finds skin, and I suck in air.
“Too much?” he rasps out against my mouth.
Yes. No. Not enough. Definitely too much.
I respond with a thick, “I did give you permission to touch my legs.”
“Hmm, thank you for that,” Miguel whispers, his hand rising above my knee and awakening every pore in my skin. “Now, kiss me again.”
I comply. Swiftly. Happily.
We both moan in a way that is so not safe for work. Oops, I Did It Again is playing in the background and I wish I could tell Britney that yes, indeed, I’m kissing Miguel a third time. Thank goodness for the storm that keeps raging outside. My back arches unbidden, pressing me even closer to the man burning up under me. He mumbles something in Spanish that I can’t understand consciously.
Subconsciously I do. It meansmore.
My hand palms the powerful column of his neck, muscles working as we eat each other’s mouths like dessert. His handunder my skirt grabs tighter onto my outer thigh, like it’s his. Like it’s a truth universally acknowledged.
Me too, I scream desperately from the bottom of my soul. My hand meets the neck of his dress shirt and tries to slide underneath, but there’s too much resistance. I find the evil button that’s getting in my way, but my fingers are clumsy and too stiff.
Our lips make an embarrassing smacking noise as I pull away. “Help me,” I demand with the same attitude as him when he commanded me to kiss him.
The sneaky man leaves his hand on my thigh, releasing my waist to reach for his button. We’re both breathing like horses as I brace myself against the seat so he can access the button, and he undoes it without an issue.
Then another.
I glance at his face, and the tiny smirk stretching his lips almost makes me faint on top of him. “Should I keep going?” Miguel asks with the deepest, raspiest voice that wraps around my sensitive skin like velvet.
I can’t suppress a shiver.
“Sure,” I respond, with far more bravado than I feel.
My eyes have a difficult time moving away from his lips, especially when he gives the full bottom one a little bite. I grip the seat even harder and force my attention lower, first at the delectable chin I now want to bite, at the Adam’s apple at his throat that bobs with a swallow, the dip at the base of his throat, the dusting of hair at his chest. His hand keeps working, now at the third button. There’s a deep ridge where his pecks meet and I snap my mouth shut a second before drooling.
“This good enough?” he asks.
