Page 97 of Wild

We head back to my apartment, and I barely get the door unlocked before he’s picked me up and pressed my back into the wall. My legs clamp around his waist, my arms twining around his neck.

His lips devour mine, eager and desperate.

Clearly, tonight, pretending we don’t care about each other, was as hard on him as it was on me.

I breathe him in, kissing him back with all that I have.

It’s a frantic, aching kind of kiss, born of desperation and need.

A need so powerful we’re both helpless to it.

My fingers delve into the soft locks of his hair. I hold on tight, not wanting the kiss to end.

His fingers edge under my sweater and I shiver at the feel of his chilled fingertips against my heated skin.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside.

His fingers skim higher, stopping at the edge of my bra. He rubs them back and forth tauntingly.

I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

“Please,” I beg.

I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

He bites my bottom lip. “Whatever you want, it’s yours,” he pants.

His lips move down my neck and I remove my arms from around him. He pulls far enough away to let me take off my sweater and toss it aside.

Things become chaotic, our desperation making us frantic.

I claw at his shirt, pulling it over his head.

He unclasps my bra and it falls to the floor.

He sets me down and we both fumble to rid the other of their jeans.

Once everything is off, we stumble to my bed, tripping over the clothes and ourselves, but somehow making it without falling over completely or spraining an ankle.

The ache between my legs pounds in time with my heartbeat.

“Fuck me,”I beg.

I don’t care if I sound pathetic, I need him now and no part of me can wait.

When he continues to kiss me, I grow restless and push him onto the bed.

“I’ll take matters into my own hands then,” I declare.

He grins up at me.

“There she is.”

“There who is?” I ask, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it.

“My vixen. I fucking love it when you unleash the part of yourself you keep so carefully chained. I love it even more that I’m the only one who gets to see it.”

His words hit my heart and if I was the swooning type, I would definitely swoon right now.

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