Page 17 of Wild Side
“We need to talk,” she breathes.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “I’m sure we do,” I murmur, shifting my face closer to hers. My lips touch hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss, at least not yet. “Later,” I exhale against her mouth.
Slowly, I lower her so her feet touch the ground before I shift my hips forward, pressing them against her belly. She exhales against my mouth, no doubt feeling my hard cock against.
Fuck, so goddamn sweet.
So.Fucking. Sweet.
Reaching for the button of her shorts, I pop it before I guide her zipper, and then I shove my hand down her panties, between her legs. My fingers meet her warm, wet center. Sliding them through her folds, I groan at her wetness.
I swirl my fingers around her clit, then repeat the motion, over and over, until her nails dig into my shoulders. If she doesn’t score my cut with her nails, I’ll be surprised. And also, I wouldn’t be mad if she forever scarred the leather.
A memory I would proudly wear.
“Oh god,” she moans.
Slipping my fingers inside her, I curl them as I press my palm against her clit. I can’t stop kissing her. I need to taste her, need all of her. To feel her pussy grip my fingers before it grips my cock when I’m buried deep inside her. It’s not just some throwaway desire—I need it.
Continuing to kiss her, I don’t stop. I can’t. My fingers move, making a come-hither motion inside her, my palm pressingagainst her clit. She rides my hand until she cries out, her voice echoing around the empty parking lot.
Slamming my mouth against hers, I close my eyes as she rides her release against my hand. When her body relaxes, her back slumping back against the side of the Jeep as she attempts to catch her breath, that’s when I know she’s ready for more.
Shoving her shorts and panties down, I pick her up. She moans as she wraps her legs around my waist. Shifting my hips, I align the head of my cock with her center. She grips my shoulders even tighter.
I slam inside her and watch as her head bounces off the side of the Jeep. Grasping her hips, I fuck her. It’s hard and fast, my hip rolling with each stroke. I can’t slow down. My control is fucking gone.
She’s right here in front of me, and she feels fucking phenomenal. Better than she did just months ago, or at least better than I remembered, if that shit is even possible, because I thought she was the best I’d had then.
I can’t slow down. I can’t stop. My hips move almost involuntarily. Of their own volition. Right now, there is only Zadie and me, and there is only me inside her. Nothing else exists.
Goddamn.
My balls tighten, and I know I’m close. When my back tingles, it’s time. I’m falling over the goddamn edge. There is no way I’m going to be able to make her come again like this. I let my body find its release, bury myself deep inside her, and I come.
My moan fills the night air right before I bury my face in her neck.
JesusfuckingChrist.
I don’t know why or how she’s here, but I’m glad she fucking came.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ZADIE
HOLE-EE-SHIT.
I can’t move. I can’t breathe. He’s inside me. I’m here in North Carolina, and Maverick is inside me. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up… not ever. With his face buried in my neck, I try to calm myself down. Panting in his arms isn’t very sexy, I don’t think.
Once we’ve both caught our breaths, he lifts his head from my throat, still buried inside me, and his eyes find mine. I watch as his lips curve up into a smile.
“Hey, Zadie,” he rasps.
God.
I wish we could stay like this forever. Right here in the dark, in the middle of the parking lot. Together. He lets out a low groan as he takes a step backward. When he slips from my body, I stifle my own groan, wishing he were back inside. I want to feel him again. It wasn’t enough.
Selfishly, I want more.
