Page 110 of Wilder Love
Her mouth dropped open and for a few long moments, she just left me hanging. I was starting to sweat, thinking this wasn’t what she wanted before she finally put me out of my misery and went for the surprise attack.
“Yes!” She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me so hard and so fast, it knocked the breath out of me. When she came up for air and stared down at my face as if seeing it for the very first time, I laughed. “A million times yes.”
Life was good. So fucking good.
Epilogue
Remy
One Year Later
Imoan and close my eyes, my lips parting for another slice of heaven.
“Mmm. Delicious.” Shane sweeps his tongue over my lips and licks my chin, catching the mango juice that’s dribbling down it.
His hands grip my waist and his perfect lips kiss me on my neck. My collarbone. My breast. He takes it into his mouth and sucks my nipple. I untie the belt of my short kimono robe and try to disrobe, impatient and frustrated that he hasn’t already done it. My back arches and my legs circle his waist. I’m trying to pull him even closer, my hands simultaneously tugging on his hair and holding the back of his head. I throw my head back and grind my hips against his, trying to get the friction I need. My panties are soaked and they’re probably leaving a wet patch on the kitchen counter. I’m so freaking horny it’s not even funny. Lately, I’ve been blaming it on our morning mango feeding sessions but we both know that’s not the real reason.
“Shane,” I pant. “I need you.” It comes out like an angry growl.
He chuckles, keeping up his maddeningly slow pace, teasing one nipple with his mouth, his tongue circling it and his teeth nipping lightly while he squeezes the other nipple between his fingers.
I’m rocking against him, my nails digging into his shoulders and scraping his scalp. Torture. Pure freaking torture.
He releases my nipple and pulls back, his hands sliding down my sides and over my belly, his lips following the same path. “Your mommy is greedy, isn’t she?” His lips press against my sun-kissed skin and he keeps talking like the baby can hear him and understand every word. He has whole conversations with our baby and normally I find it adorable but right now that’s not what I want.
“Less talk, more action,” I say.
He’s talking about mangoes and surfing. I think. I’m not really sure because it’s falling on deaf ears. I’m too busy grinding my body against his to care what he’s saying.
Then he stops talking and lifts his head, his eyes wide. “Did you feel that?” he asks in a hushed tone. I nod. I’m holding my breath, and we’re both looking down at my stomach. I felt it. He presses his hand against my skin and it happens again. The baby is kicking. It’s just a fluttery feeling in my stomach but we’re both so in awe that for a few seconds we’re just staring at my stomach with big-ass smiles on our faces. I wipe away a tear. Hormones suck.
“I love you so much,” I say, wrapping my hands around the back of his head and pulling him toward me. “But if you don’t give me what I want, this baby will be fatherless.” I narrow my eyes, trying to look like I actually mean it.
He just laughs and lifts me off the counter. Then he carries me out of the kitchen and to our bedroom, although I’m not sure how he can see where he’s going because I have my tongue inside his mouth and my hands on the side of his face to lock it into the position I want. Instead of tossing me on the bed like he used to, he lays me down gently as if I’m made of precious glass. Then he slides my underwear down my legs and tosses them aside, skimming his hands up my legs and nudging my thighs apart.
His tongue barely touches my clit when I come apart, my hands fisting the sheets.
When I come down from my orgasm high, Shane is watching me with a bemused expression.
My eyes travel down his bare chest and down to that V and the happy trail that leads to… boardshorts?
“Why are you still dressed?”
He laughs and scrubs a hand over his face. Then he laughs even harder for no apparent reason. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to pull himself together.
“It’s because I look like a double-wide, isn’t it?” I raise my brows in accusation. “I’m taking trailer trash to a whole new level.”
“You’re insane,” he says, his gaze raking over my body in appreciation. “I love this body.”
“Prove it.”
Finally,finally, he takes off his boardshorts and climbs between my legs, kneeling over me. Worry creases his brows. “Maybe you should be on top—”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down on top of me. “Just do your job and nobody will get hurt.”
“You’re insatiable,” he says, guiding himself into my entrance. Butjustthe tip.
I growl in frustration. “You’re infuriating. If you’re not up to the job, I’ll find—”
