Page 155 of Pucking Wild

“Are you jealous of Mars, sweet puppy?” she teases, her hands roving. “Are you worried I’ll leave you for his surly sourpuss glares and his steamed salmon dinners?”

I cup her ass, pulling her against me so she feels how much I want her. “Never,” I reply, knowing it’s the truth. Mars isn’t my competition. I have no competition because Tess isn’t a game or a prize to be won. She said it herself the night we danced at the Price wedding. If she wanted to be anywhere else, she would be. She wants to be here. She wants to be with me.

The thought burns in my chest, fanning the flames of my need for her. “I like being your sweet puppy,” I admit, my hands slipping behind her back to work loose the clasp of her bra. “I like when you pet my hair and fetch me water and get me berries for my morning oatmeal.” The bra comes loose, and I drop it to the floor. “I spend so much of my life taking care of everything and everyone else. So, I like being sweet, and I like when you’re sweet to me.”

She smiles, her hand cupping my cheek. “I like being sweet to you.”

I turn into her hand, kissing her palm. But then I grab her wrist tight, jerking her hand down as I step in, my hips pressing hers into the counter.

She gasps, looking up at me, our naked chests pressed together, hearts beating fast.

“But I am not just sweet.” I cup her breasts as I lean in, nipping her bottom lip.

“Ryan—”

“I can be gentle, and I can do as I’m told…but I like control too.” I fist her hair, jerking her head back.

She hisses, letting me do it, a sexy smile pursing her lips as she gazes up at me, her eyes dancing with excitement. “I know you do,” she says, her hands flat on my chest.

“I want you to know me, Tess. I want you to know all of me. Life is too short to settle for anything less than everything. You deserve to have everything you want, but I do too.”

“And what do you want?” she whispers.

I smile down at her, my hand loosening in her hair. “In this moment?”

She nods.

“I want to lay you out on the bed, tie your hands to the headboard, and fuck you in the ass ‘til you scream.”

“Ryan,” she whimpers, her gaze molten as she literally melts into me.

“I want you,” I say, dropping my mouth to hers. “Tess, I want you,” I say again, my lips pressed against hers. “Please, say yes. Please, let me have you.”

She clings to my hips, her body leaning against mine. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the loud party music. “Ryan, yes. Take me. I’m yours. Any hole. Ryan, I’m yours—”

I silence her with a kiss, demanding entrance with tongue and lips, claiming her mouth. The heated press of our kisses helps the fire spread as our hands move. Everywhere she touches me gives me a shock of pleasure. It warms and crackles like electricity, racing across my skin.

I drop my hands to her hips. “Jump.”

She gasps, leaning away. “Ry—what—”

“You heard me,” I say. Grabbing two fistfuls of her ass, I pull on her, lifting her off the floor.

She shrieks, pressing up with her toes just enough that I hitch my arms around her thighs, pressing her pussy against my erection.

“Hold on,” I say, spinning around and carrying her out of the kitchen.

“My margarita,” she squeals, laughter caught in her throat as I use her body to shove open her bedroom door.

I walk straight across the room and drop her down on the end of the bed. She shrieks again, her hair flopping around her face in a mess of curls as she drops back to her elbows. I swoop down, kissing both her breasts before I claim her lips. “I’ll make you a thousand margaritas once we’re done,” I vow.

She laughs again, her hands brushing over my shoulders and down my arms.

I pull away and she pouts, reaching for me.

“Get those panties off and crawl up the bed,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”

Not waiting for her response, I hurry across the hallway into my dark bedroom and snatch up a bag from the top drawer of my dresser. I grab the lube from the side table and hurry back across the hall to find her naked in the middle of the bed, legs spread, fingering her own clit.

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