Page 83 of Wilder at Heart
Right now.
My tongue sweeps through it, tasting and invading and probing.
Finding hers.
Twisting.
Showing her who’s in control. Who’s going to be in control all evening. My hand drags up under the t-shirt, hitting the soft skin of her stomach, and continues until it hits lace. Nice. And then?—
Jesus Christ.
Bare nipple. Hard and plump and needy. Nora moans loudly, and I jerk back. What the fuck?
‘Take it off. Now.’
She smiles at me, and even if she’s trying to be seductive with that smile, she has no clue how effective it is. She grabs the hem of her t-shirt with both hands and lifts it over her head in a single swift move, andholy fucking shit.
Because she’s a vision. My every fantasy, her beautiful tits trussed up in a lilac bra whose lacy, wispy half cups end just below her bare nipples—her bare, rock-hard nipples—and serve them up to me on a fucking platter. I glance down to see a matching thong, its narrow strip disappearing between her open legs.
I grab the arm of her bar stool because every drop of blood in my head just went straight to my cock. I can’t—I need her so many ways. My poor, blood-drained brain reels with all the ways I want to fuck her, while my poor, blood-filled cock strains against my flies. It’s fucking agony.
‘Do you like it?’ The apprehensive edge in her voice snaps me back to consciousness. I must’ve been standing there, staring like an imbecile.
‘Like it? Baby.’ I pause. Swallow. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on in my life as I am now.’ I brush my hands over her beautiful tits, thumbing her nipples, and thinking that the desire reflected in her huge eyes is as good as it gets. Honestly. Nothing can top this.Except for being buried balls-deep inside her, my cock reminds me.
Good point.
‘Really?’
‘Really. Christ, the things I want to do to you. And you’re leaving these on, by the way.’ I grin at her. ‘Unless I end up ripping them off in my haste to get to you.’
‘That would be a shame.’ She fingers my belt buckle. ‘They’re brand new. I bought them today.’
‘Seriously?’
Nora, traipsing through a lingerie shop, considering what to buy so she can treat me.
Ruin me.
‘Mmm hmm.’ The noise is strangled. Probably because I’m still playing with her nipples. Rolling them between my fingers like the prettiest little beads. Idly, but I can’t stop.
‘I’ll buy you six more sets. One for every day of the week,’ I grit out, and she laughs.
I stare at her. ‘How would you like me to fuck you?’ I ask, my voice deceptively calm.
Her breath hitches, as do those tits under my hands. God, she’s perfection.
She tilts her chin and pulls the end of my belt out of the buckle. Doesn’t look away.
‘However you want. Treat me like I’m… I don’t know. Your plaything. Do what you want with me.’ Those eyes. ‘I trust you.’
I nearly laugh, because there’s no way she can say those things to me. Unleash me like that. Grant me permission toplaywith her, however the hell I want. To act on all my fantasies. And then tell me she trusts me.Naïve.
I flare my nostrils and exhale slowly.
Attempting to ground myself.
Pace myself.
