Page 59 of Wilder at Heart
I’m not following. ‘Huh?’ I towel down my face, and when I look up, she’s still coming at me. Closing the distance between us.
‘I said, I give up.’
Her palm goes to my shoulder and glides down my soaking bicep. She tilts her face up, and her eyes follow, her gaze lazy. Hungry.
‘I can’t, Theo. I mean, for God’s sake. Look at you. How the hell am I supposed to stay away from you? You’re just’—her other hand slides up over my pec—‘so gorgeous. You are pure sex. I look at you, and it’s all I think about. And I just can’t. I can’t say no to you anymore. To myself.’
I’m being slow on the uptake here, because Oh My God. I’ve tried to seduce her on sun loungers and dance floors and in swimming pools, and she’s held firm, and here I am, a sweaty bastard, and she’s telling me she wants me?
So I just stare at her, though my hands act on muscle memory and slide around her waist. And my dick—yep, that’s definitely acting on muscle memory too—because it gets hard the second I pull her to me.
‘Are you kidding me?’ I ask her.
‘No.’ She shakes her head, those huge Disney eyes reeling me in, and I’m a fucking goner. ‘But you don’t have to—I mean…’
Everything slides into place. I grip the waist of her robe. ‘You want to do this, sweetheart.’
‘Yes,’ she whispers, and I swear to God, the way she says it goes straight to my cock.
My face splits into a grin. ‘You want me to fuck you.’
She turns her face away and rolls her eyes and presses her lips into a disapproving line before she loses her internal battle and looks back at me. ‘Yes.’
I stare at her, still grinning like a lunatic. ‘You little beauty. It’s about time. Let’s do this.’
She parts her lips, but instead of kissing her, I turn her around by her shoulders and push her forward. ‘Bathroom.’
She looks back at me. ‘What?’
‘Baby, I’m revolting. I fucking stink. I need a shower, and there’s no way I’m leaving you in case you get cold feet and run for the hills, so you’re getting in the shower with me.’
‘Ohmygod.’
I snigger as I frogmarch her into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. There’s a massive two-person shower which will be perfect for my dishonourable intentions towards her, and it even has a bench. Bonus. I crank up both shower heads and turn to face her. This is happening. I’m going to fuck Nora, and I don’t know if I’m more worked up about how good it’ll be for me or how fucking awesome it’ll be to show her what her body can do. How much pleasure I can give her.
She’s standing there in her robe, arms crossed over her chest. There’s clear apprehension on that beautiful face, and it gives me a kick. I love that this is a big deal for her. That she’s trusting me with this, or at the very least, that her need for me has kicked her distrust of me to the kerb. I can’t wait to show her how right she was to say yes to being with me.
I cannot fucking wait.
We stand, facing each other. As her huge eyes brush over me, I stick my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and ease them over my boner, letting them drop down my legs. I kick them off without taking my gaze off her. Her eyes travel down my body and stop at my cock. They widen, and she says the thing that makes me even harder.
‘Fuck.’
‘It’ll be fine,’ I tell her.
She’s shaking her head. ‘I don’t know about that.’
‘I promise. I’m going to get you so wet. You have nothing to worry about.’
She drags her eyes back up to my face again and swallows. I nod at her robe.
‘Do you have anything on under that?’
‘No.’ Her hands go to the knotted tie.
I step forward. ‘May I?’
She hesitates. ‘This is a big deal for me. Just… being naked with you, in broad daylight, stone-cold sober. It’s scary, even though I want it so badly. You know that, correct?’
