Page 82 of Wild Hit
I draw in a sharp breath. “Keep going.”
His pauses just for a second, and then resumes the work.
His stomach starts coming into view. I should probably say that’s enough, but for some reason I can’t—a reason that has nothing to do with my brain and everything to do with my hormones. I stay very quiet as Miguel reaches the last button before his pants begin, and I almost regret that they’re in the way.
Oh my word, he has a happy trail.
I swallow hard. Of course he does. He’s a man—one with impressive testosterone, and a body sculpted by the heavens. His muscles tighten to the point where his abs become prominent.
“Wow, so you have a sleeper build,” I whisper in awe, not even registering the fact that one of my hands is on his skin.
“Uh…” Miguel tries to clear his throat, and it doesn’t work by how his voice comes out next, “Trust me, I’m very much awake.”
“Does this bother you?” I sound a little shy for the first time tonight, even as my hand is splayed right in the middle of his chest.
After a pause, Miguel responds, “Not one bit.”
Somehow I manage to murder a squeal just as it starts to form. I can’t believe I’m doing this, touching a man—and not just anyone, but Miguel. The single dad next door. The new star of my baseball team. Someone who gets recognized in elevators, who other women would kill to be in this position with.
Moreover, I can’t believe he’s letting me.
But here we are, my hand slowly feeling his chest, the velvet of his skin, the dusting of hair, the steel of the muscles beneath. His breath comes out harsher as I find his abs, like he’s definitely sensitive around here. And as proof, his hand under my skirt rises some more.
There’s nothing soft about how I kiss him now.
Years of pent up need to feel desired finally rush out of hiding. There’s no way after this that I can go back to lying to myself that I’m fine. That I’m better off without this closeness.
Miguel’s other hand finds the skin at my upper back, blazing a trail of fire to hold the back of my neck as I devour his mouth. With his other hand, he pushes me closer against him and for a wild moment I hope that it keeps climbing up, but it doesn’t. In fact, it makes a slow descent toward my knee, and surprisingly I find myself not disappointed at all. Not one damn bit.
His mouth is so hot, his larger lips so perfect against mine. His hair is so soft, his chest so hard. What a perfect man. I’m going to dream about this moment for the rest of my life.
Violent thunder goes off, breaking the fantasy just a little bit. My jaw hurts and I’m struggling for breath, so I slow down a little—a lot—but I can’t pull away. Not yet.
“It’s still raining,” I whisper, a clear plea to keep going.
“It sure is,” he volleys back, all serious.
A little laugh tears from my soul. Who cares if my jaw is tired? I’m never going to have another chance like this.
I slide my hand up, under his shirt until I find his sculpted shoulder. Miguel’s watching me with almost sleepy eyes, if it wasn’t for the fact that there’s very clear hunger behind them. I’m sure mine aren’t any better.
He caresses my calf, slowly going up and down, his touch firm and uncompromising. Like he’s also enjoying the moment.
“What if it rains all night?” Miguel asks in a murmur.
My other hand returns to his jaw, sliding slightly forward toward his chin, until my thumb finds his swollen lip. “Then we kiss all night,” I respond like that makes sense and should be obvious. As if that wasn’t dangerous at all for either of us.
Miguel bobs his head a little. “Sounds good,” he says against my thumb and next thing, he’s biting it softly. The gentle scrape of his teeth against the pad of my finger nearly undoes me.
“M-Miguel!” His name trembles in my slip.
The little jerk smirks again, my thumb still captive. When he flicks his tongue against my finger I see…
Not red. I just see him. Pinned under my weight willingly, touching me. Tasting me.
I claim his lips again—or so I tell myself, and not that he’s the one doing the claiming with both of his hands on visible bare skin, with his heat surrounding me, the steel of his body against my much softer one, our breaths becoming one, hearts beating against each other’s chests.
I will the rain to keep pouring, thunder to keep cracking, for this night to never end so I don’t have to wake up from this dream. So I can stay in the embrace of a sweet and delicious man.
