Page 2 of Wild Side
Which she is definitely not.
“Is that right?” the man says with a chuckle.
That chuckle makes my belly dip. It’s deep and sexy. Rough. Sable starts to say something, but the man moves a little closer and dips his chin. With my eyes now adjusted to the darkness and him being a tad closer, I can see his face.
Mygod, he’s gorgeous.
“And who do you belong to, princess?” he asks, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip as if he can’t wait to take a taste of me. The way he’s watching me, plus the way I feel as he does, makes me want to ask him to take his fill. “Or don’t you talk much?”
“Does it matter?” I ask in a whisper.
He laughs, taking another step forward. He’s so close to me that I can smell him—sandalwood, leather, and oil.
“Name’s Maverick.”
I’m not sure what to say. My mouth goes dry. He’s so beautiful, and he’s looking directly at me. My lips move, and my name comes out, but I’m not sure I could say anything else. I am completely and totally mesmerized by him.
“I’m Zadie,” I whisper.
MAVERICK
Goose laughs behind me, no doubt seeing this woman in front of me and wanting exactly what I want. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at him for a moment. His gaze isn’t on her, though. It’s on the other one. Shifting my attention back to her, I take her in again.
I don’t see how he could give a single fuck about the other girl when Zadie is standing right in front of me. Usually, we’re always attracted to the same woman—a breathing one. But something shifts inside me when I look at this one.
Shoulder-length dark hair and bright eyes, though I can’t tell the color from here. But she’s beautiful.
“What do you want from us?” the friend snaps.
“You’re out here away from the party. We’re wondering what the fuck you’re doing, that’s all,” Goose drawls, his voice low.
The friend snorts, but Zadie says nothing.
“I’d ask you the same thing,” the friend replies with a superiority that I’m certain is false.
I’m about done listening to her. I don’t know why Goose is entertaining her at all. Then I watch as my brother moves past me. He slips his arm around the girl’s shoulder, leans into her, and whispers something in her ear. I watch as she smiles, then giggles.
What the fuck is going on?
Goose guides her away, and I watch with confusion. Zadie does as well, then she shifts her attention back to meet mine, her brows snapping together. She seems as confused as I do, although likely for different reasons.
“What on earth?” she asks in a whisper.
Moving toward her, I close the distance between us. I lift and wrap my fingers around the side of her throat, sliding my thumb across her bottom lip. Neither of us speaks as we stare at one another, and I have never in my thirty years had the urge to kiss someone the way I do her right now.
Dipping my chin, I shift my face closer to hers. I don’t kiss her, not yet at least. I’m still trying to figure this shit out. But I’m going to fuck her before this night is over. She is mine. Whoever the fuck Zadie is, she’ll be screaming my name before the sun comes up.
“No fuckin’ clue,” I mutter. “But I don’t give a fuck about them. I’m focused on you, sweetheart.”
“Why?” she exhales.
Her sweet breath washes over my lips, and my cock twitches against the zipper of my jeans, pressing against it, begging for release and relief. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her waist, gripping her there.
She’s curvy and sexy.
I tug her against my chest, and when I feel her tits press against me, I know her soft curves are going to feel fucking amazing when we’re both naked.
“Because one look at you, Zadie. That’s all it took.”
