Page 78 of Wylder Ranch
The sass in her tone and the rise of her brow, fuck me, my dick’s hard.
“What are you doing?”
Her mouth rolls, and her shoulder jerks.A coy shrug, but she doesn’t fool me. There’s absolutely nothing coy about the woman standing in front of me.
I step forward, one at a time. “Come now, don’t go shy on me. Use your words, Haven. What are you doing?”
She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she quirks her head. “You know what I keep thinking about?”
Okay, two can play this game. “What? What do you keep thinking about?”
“That you used to like me telling you what I wanted. How much I wanted it.” Her teeth scrape her bottom lip. There’s less than a meter between us now, and I tower over her. The scent of clean soap floats in the air. “How much I loved your cock.”
“I did?”
She nods again. “You did.”
I’m close enough that I can reach out and touch her, finger the hem of my shirt, and graze my knuckle along her thigh. Air hisses between her teeth.
“Hmm. So this is all about reminding me, is it? You want to remind me, do you?”
She’s got some fucking nerve. Where and in what universe would I have ever forgotten about her?
“I think it’s time.”
Her words carry weight. She’s not just talking about this—us—having sex. She’s talking aboutusperiod. In every sense of the word. It’s time to give it a proper shot.
The tips of my toes touch hers, and I reach behind to tug her ponytail down. Bright green irises meet mine, and her lips part. My dick nudges her hip, and her eyes darken with lust.
“You want this. You want me?”
“I do.”
I close the remaining gap between us with a low chuckle. My lips hover over hers so I can breathe the air she’s expelling. She gives me life, this one, and if she hadn’t arrived in England when she did, I would have gone in search of her.
“What makes you think I need reminding?” I crane back to stare at the curve of her neck and the delicate column of her throat. I drag my lips up until I reach the perfect heart shape of her lips. “I can assure you I don’t. There’s not one inch of your body I’ve forgotten, or revisited every time I fist my cock, picturing you spread out in front of me.”
She lets out a soft whimper and lifts her head, locking into my gaze, and replies, “Then perhaps I’m the one who needs reminding.” I nearly blow in my pants.
I don’t know where to begin. I’ve been thinking about this for too long. Dreaming about it.
In the end, Haven takes the decision out of my hands and yanks my shirt over my head, before hers joins it in a pile on the floor.
“I wanted to fuck you in that,” I grunt.
“You can fuck me in it later. Once you’ve stopped talking and fuck menow.”
A gruff chuckle barrels up my throat. “The mouth on you.”
She pushes me away from her, hands propped against the kitchen table, eyebrow raised in challenge as if saying, “Yeah, what about my mouth?” But I barely notice, I’m too focused on the rest of her.
I hadn’t forgotten what an incredible body Haven had, but now?Holy shit.Soft curves, full tits pushed up in her bra, and legs spread enough that I can see a wet patchseeping into her knickers.
“Oh, Hayve, youdowant me, don’t you?” I run my thumb along the silky fabric, her pupils flaring as I strum over her clit.
She lets out a low hiss.
“I’ve thought about this, you know.” My fingers slip under the elastic, and her breath stutters. “This morning, in fact.Twice.”
