Page 17 of Freeing the Wild
“Cassie,” she whispers into my lips.“My name is Cassie.”
“Cassie,” I repeat her name, liking the way it rolls off my tongue.
“Tell me something.”She’s just as breathless as me, and goddamn, that’s just the way I like her.“Does that pickup truck of yours have tinted windows, Cowboy?”
CHAPTER TEN
Cassie
I , Cassie Spencer, promise to really let myself have it about this decision.I will scold myself for whatever convinced me that straddling this cowboy in the cab of his black pickup truck was a good idea.Tomorrow.
Right now, the only thing I care about is the gentle scruff of his callused hands sliding up under my shorts, and the way the bulge in his jeans feels pressed against my aching core.
The air is thick with tension as we kiss and touch and rock together in the cab of his truck.He’s parked in the dark back corner of the parking lot, and I couldn’t have been more grateful to the universe for that as we climbed inside.
Haden pulls my shirt off over my head, my hands roaming his defined abs under his t-shirt.When my top and lacy bra are tossed on the bench seat, Haden’s hungry gaze reflects the same level of want in mine.
“Fuck,” he murmurs.The way he watches my chest heaving for him, and his eyes move over me, as if he’s unsure where he wants to latch his mouth first.I could drown in the look of his pupils blown wide as he takes in the sight of my body.I never want him to stop looking at me just like this.Possessive, frenzied,wild at the edges.There’s nothing unsure about his touch when his large hands knead my skin, rocking my hips against him as his mouth comes crashing down on mine again.Moments pass like this before his lips move to my neck, to the place my pulse hammers in my throat, and he sucks in a steady pull when he feels it against his lips.I whimper, begging for whatever he’s offering me.
“You always kiss on the first date, Cass?”His voice is gruff and sexy, and the way he called me “Cass”?It’s a familiarity I can’t make sense of.
I speak against his lips in a breathless whisper.“Don’t really date much actually, so no.”
Haden swipes my hair off my forehead, then slides his fingers down to grip my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.His touch feels so good.In control and demanding.Passionate.
Haden drops one hand to my hip and pulls me tighter to him, chasing the sweet friction of us.His other hand sinks into my hair.He tugs softly, forcing my eyes to flutter.He presses his face to his fist through my hair and I hear him groan deeply.I moan in return at the thought of his desperation formeas he brings my mouth to his lips.I wait with anticipation as everything around me slows and I continue to rock against him.I’ve never wanted a man to kiss me the way I want him right now.
He releases my hair and runs his thumb across my bottom lip before sealing his mouth over mine.He tastes like sweet bourbon as I trail kisses down his neck and bite his hot skin gently.He groans deeper, and sparks spread to my core.My hands slip from his shoulders to his chest, where I feel the smooth warm terrain of his muscular body.I never want to let go, so I pull him closer still.Needing Haden as close as I can get him.Needing him like I need air.If just kissing him turns me on like this, I can’t even imagine what comes next.Butterflies erupt in my stomach with the thought.
His tongue slides across mine and his hands move to my waist, squeezing my sides and rolling my hips.I gasp with the friction of his hardened cock.The seam on my jean shorts pushes against my clit and I close my eyes in pleasure.
He kisses under my ear, sucking and scraping his teeth down the side of my neck.“You liking me a little more now?”
“Not a chance,” I reply, out of breath.“Holy shit,” I murmur as his thumbs trail over my hardened nipples.He pinches each one as his tongue finds mine.
“How ’bout now?”he smirks.
“Maybe a little more,” I whisper.He lifts me off him and tugs at my shorts, pulling them down my legs.Haden pauses, then backs up to let his eyes move over my body and then back up to my face.He licks his lips like I’m his dessert as he takes in the wet spot in my panties.I start to feel self-conscious when he doesn’t speak for a few seconds, so I turn to break our gaze.His hand slides to my face and he tilts my chin upward so my eyes come back to his.
“You’re fucking stunning, Cassie,” he says, gripping his shirt at the nape of his neck and pulling it over his head, revealing the ink that spreads from his arms over his chest.A hawk’s wings spread wide grace his collarbones.My eyes feast on his body.A body that is way too fucking hot for me to handle right now.My attention is only pulled away when he unbuckles his belt and then loses his jeans and boots.The outline of his cock in his boxers causes me to moan again.I’ve never been so glad a man has lived up to his big dick energy.He slides my panties down my legs and pushes me back on his bench seat.I gasp when the cool leather hits my skin.He gets me right where he wants me and then shoves my thighs apart.I don’t even have time to protest as his mouth caresses my inner thigh, his other hand at my waist, circling it, holding me tight.He grips behind my knees and pulls me closer.Close enough that his face hovers over my dripping pussy before taking a long deep breath.
“Is this what you want, Princess?”he asks as he takes another deep inhale, dropping a single kiss to my clit.I shudder, realizing I don’t even hate being called Princess when his face is between my thighs.
He pushes one finger into my pussy and my back arches with the pleasure.He pulls it out before pressing back in again.I moan as his tongue trails my inner thigh and his finger pumps in and out of me, curving to massage a part of me I’ve only ever reached with my favorite vibrator.I cry out at the sensation.
“Fuck, Cass,” he growls.“All I can think about is tasting this sweet pussy.I’m fucking craving it.Answer me, so I can feast, baby.”
I didn’t answer before?
“Yes … fuck, yes, please …” I moan.
He stops nipping at my thigh to look at me with a wide smug grin.“I love the sound of you begging me so nicely.”
Haden’s bottom lip is between his teeth, and his brow is furrowed.He strokes the spot I’m desperate for again and I feel the heat creep up my throat as the sounds of my soaking pussy echo through the cab of his truck.
I moan, past the point of caring.Haden doesn’t hesitate any longer.He dips back down and seals his mouth over me with a groan, licking a firm trail up my center and staring up at me from between my legs.My breath goes shallow and I almost feel dizzy.
“Haden,” I cry out with quaking thighs.He doesn’t let up.My mouth is open but no sound escapes it as I take in the vision of him staring up at me while he feasts.He knows exactly how to torture me and he loves it.
