Page 44 of Wild

My fingers go for the button on his jeans and he freezes, his hand covering mine, halting my movements. My heart stutters in my chest.

Surprised golden hued eyes meet mine, his lips parted slightly.

“We don’t have to,” he pants, slightly out of breath. “That’s not what I…” He shakes his head, looking conflicted.

I look up at him, lust clouding my vision but surety strong in my heart. “I want this. I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod, rubbing my hands over his smooth chest, and the light smattering of chest hair between his pectoral muscles. More trails below his naval growing darker in color.

“I need to hear you say it,” he growls.

“I’m sure.”

In a heartbeat, less even, his lips are on mine once more.

I kiss him back with fervor. I can’t get close enough to him. I need more. I need him.

I push at his shoulders and he sits up. I climb into his lap, taking his face between my hands as I kiss him deeper. The stubble on his cheeks rasps against my palms.

His hands dig into my waist as my hips move against him. My body shakes with need.

It’s like we’re trying to melt into one another.

It feels twenty degrees hotter in the room than it was before and sweat already dampens both of our skin. I release his lips and he looks at me with hooded eyes as I sit back and peel my shirt over my head. It falls somewhere on the floor behind us.

His eyes flick down to my breasts straining against my bra. He swallows before he slowly raises his intense gaze to mine.

“We’re so fucked,” he whispers, his voice gruff, raw, and utterly delicious.

I tilt my head, my hair falling forward to tickle his chest as my mouth finds his ear. “I thought that’s what we were doing.” I take his earlobe between my teeth and give it a small bite before claiming his lips once more.

Sex has never been like this for me before—and we haven’t even gotten to the actual sex part. This is intense, the stuff you read about but don’t think actually exists. But here it is happening to me, with Hollis of all people. But the way he looks at me, the way he kisses me, it makes me feel worshiped.

We take our time undressing one another.

It’s not hurried or frantic, even though desperation surges through my veins.

I find my bare body pressed into the cool leather and goosebumps speckle my skin.

His lips leave mine, and he kisses his way down my body.

My fingers tug on his hair and he growls low in his throat.

He looks up, his eyes shimmering with a need for approval.

I nod once, my lips parted but I can’t find the words to speak.

I have to give him credit. I know he’d stop if I wanted to—it doesn’t matter we’re both buck ass naked. But I don’t want to stop. I’ve been fighting my attraction to him for weeks, trying to do the right thing, but I can’t deny this any longer. I don’t want to. Whatever this is between us, we’re both smart enough to know it’s rare. I don’t have any expectations of it going anywhere, not with someone with his reputation, and if this is all I get I’ll take it gladly.

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest.

My back arches off the couch as his tongue latches onto my center.

“Oh my God,” I moan, my fingers clawing at the couch, at anything that I can hold onto.

He does magical, wicked things with his tongue. Things I didn’t even know were possible.

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