Page 86 of Pucking Wild

I bite my lip to keep from smiling. This is crazy. This is such a huge mistake. “No, it doesn’t have teeth.”

“Good, because I’d like to taste you with my tongue, and I want to survive in one piece,” he says with a smile.

“Ryan—”

He stops, his green eyes locked on me. “All I thought about the whole ride home was how beautiful you are in that dress and how much I want to fuck you in it.”

And now my heart has stopped. I can’t think. Can’t hold thoughts. I can only feel. And what I feel is a sense of deep, aching want.

He jerks his shirt loose from his pants, flashing me his washboard abs. Then he does the sexy man move of working open his wrist buttons. Fuck, I go weak for a man removing his cufflinks. It’s probably the sexiest article in a man’s wardrobe. Ryan’s not wearing cufflinks, but the visual is the same, and the kitty is officially purring.

He drops the crisp, white shirt from his shoulders, and now he’s standing in just his jeans and shoes. Oh, this beach puppy isn’t lost at all. He knowsexactlywhere he’s going tonight.

He stops right in front of me, close enough to reach out and touch. “The rules are simple: We’re friends who fuck to feel good. You can’t offer more. I’m not taking more. I’m asking you, as your friend, if you’d like to orgasm on my face. Say yes, and I’ll even let you pick which episode ofSOAwe watch after.”

Oh my god, I’m dead. Here lies Tess, passed away from too much sexual tension.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I repeat. “Your knee,” I add, glancing down.

He reaches out a hand, his fingers gentle under my chin as he tips my face up. “I made you an offer. Come on, Lawyer Tess. I thought this was foreplay for you,” he adds with a teasing smile. “The terms are simple enough for you to understand, right? Orgasms, thenSOA.”

“This is crazy,” I say out loud. My clutch is still tucked under my arm, my discarded heels in hand.

“Yes or no, Tess.”

Holding his gaze, I lift my free hand, trailing the tips of my fingers over his skin from his wrist to his elbow. I watch his expression heat as he clenches his jaw, holding himself back. He wants me. He’s burning up with the need to touch me, please me. This is all inevitable, right? I blame Mercury. The Virgo and the Gemini, we were always meant to collide.

I drop my heels and clutch to the floor, not caring where they land. “Yes.”

My soft word of assent, spoken into the heated space between us, drops like a lit match onto a haystack. The flames of our passion erupt, and then we’re in each other’s arms. Our bodies press together, and he groans, muttering a curse. The hand at my chin wraps around my nape and tips back my head, his fingers digging into my hair. I feel that delicious sting of his pull, and my lips part for him. He crashes his needy mouth against mine.

We haven’t even made it past the entryway. We stand here, entwined together, our hands working feverishly to touch and caress. I love the feel of him in my arms. He’s strong but gentle, his hands guiding me where he wants me to go. I flow with him, dropping my hands down to his hips so he can cup my face. Then his hands travel lower, fingertips brushing my exposed breasts before he’s cupping them over the tulle.

“I didn’t even want to go out tonight,” he says against my lips. “I wanted to sit on the couch with you in this dress and fuck you ’til your cheeks turned as bright as these cherries.”

“God, do it,” I moan, breaking our kiss and tipping my neck back in invitation.

He takes it, sinking his open mouth onto my fevered skin. He sucks and teases my pulse point, the sensation traveling straight through my body and zapping me in the clit. I suppress a shiver, working my fingertips along the top of his jeans until I’m slipping them inside to cup his firm ass.

He groans, dropping his face lower to kiss the swell of my breasts. “I need to taste you again. Tess, I want a taste—”

“Do it,” I say again.

Not waiting to be told a third time, he grips me by the arms and pushes me up against the wall. I gasp, head bumping, as he presses into me with his hips, claiming all my air in another fierce kiss. My hands go to his hair as I scrape my nails along his scalp, which earns me a groan of approval.

“Spread your legs,” he says against my lips. His right hand drops down, working the tulle at the bottom of my dress.

I shift my weight, widening my stance as he shifts too, his hip pressing into mine as he makes way for his hand. I can feel the hard length of his erection. I want to touch him, but he seems singularly focused on my pleasure first and, hey, I’m never one to complain.

He breaks our kiss, his forehead pressed against my temple as we pant for air. “What color are your—” He goes still, and I know why. I smile like a Cheshire Cat as I feel his fingers brush over my bare pussy. His body coils tight. “Tess…where are your goddamn panties?”

His tone sends my core fluttering as I give him a fake innocent look. “I didn’t think I needed any with this outfit.”

He swoops down to kiss me again, biting at my bottom lip with a sound somewhere between a groan and growl. “Are you trying to kill me here?”

“No, I’m trying to get that tongue-fucking you promised me,” I tease.

“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he says against my lips. “You drive me crazy.” As he speaks, he flips his hand and rubs it over my pussy, cupping me.

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