Page 34 of Beautifully Wild

All of him.

I strip fast to match his readiness. There’s a hint of a smile on those sensual lips. Samuel flicks on the shower and adjusts the water temperature. I step in first and wet my hair. It’s cool. A little too cool, and I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit.

Under the spray, his hands glide effortlessly over my curves while his mouth tracks along my neck to my breasts.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Samuel…” I moan. His name sounds like pleasure the way it rolls off my lips.

He makes a rumbling noise in his throat, and then his fingers caress the spot that yearns for him. Using his shoulders for support, I circle my hips, enjoying every sensation whipping through my body and making me weak at the knees. Right before I come, his lips find mine, smothering a scream, and then my knees buckle at the right moment of pleasure.

The shower turns off.

And I’m awakened from my moment of lust.

A towel is wrapped around me.

Samuel dries quickly.

I should dry off, only I’m still coming out of the haze and questioning why we stopped. This can’t be all that’s happening? If he gives me the gentleman’s speech, I’ll lose my shit.

He pulls me close, so I feel his length, and there’s no denying he’s aroused. I go to drop to my knees, only he stops me.

“We’re not done,” I say gently.

“I know.” His smile reaches his eyes. “I need you in my bed.”

He whisks me off my feet and carries me to the wooden framed bed. A slight scream escapes my throat in surprise because I can’t remember the last time a man has carried me like this.

I link my arms around his neck and admire his handsome face. The slight dent between his brow deepens. “What is it?” I whisper.

“You.” One word, yet I hear the torment.

“I want this.” I keep my voice low, but I let him know there’s no mistaking my intent.

He lowers me gently to the white sheets, then crawls and hovers over me, his eyes fixed on mine.

“As do I. It’s been a while since I’ve felt the longing of how I want you.”

I wiggle my ass down the bed. “So let’s not waste another second.”

“You make me feel like a young boy again. In, that there are no repercussions.”

“Repercussions?” I let out a snort. “I use contraception if that’s what you’re worried about. And I visited a doctor for a check-up after the last time, which was years ago.”

He frowns, then his eyes glaze as though he’s lost in his thoughts. What other repercussions is he talking about? Finally, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, I feel the heat as his gaze tracks over my face.

His lips crush on mine. His hands are between my legs, moving and shaping my body to fit his. He eases into me with gentleness, and yet the air rushes out of my lungs. I moan the first sigh of pleasure of having him inside of me, and as each movement gains momentum, so does my breath. Our breaths and sighs mix with the rhythm of our bodies.

He builds, and the lust climbs higher and higher. “Faster,” I moan, almost there. The sound of my heart races in my ears. His pulse races equally with mine—the spot on his neck pulsates with every beat. “Samuel,” I cry out, and then my body melts into the sheets as my orgasm waves over me in a delicious sensation.

The dent between his brow deepens as he pumps faster, shudders, and collapses over me. He dots my shoulder with kisses, finding his way to my lips.

The table lamp provides a mellow light, creating a shadow against the wall. I sigh with every touch and kiss as though he has awakened the part of me that has been dormant for over a year.

I never imagined being fulfilled to the point beyond speaking. We catch our breath as Samuel lies beside me. We both stare at the ceiling in quiet appreciation. His hand reaches for mine—a gentle squeeze. “I need to be inside you again,” he whispers. “I want to make love to you over and over.”

I turn my head, and even the simplest look has electricity sparking between us. “And I don’t want you to stop.”

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