Page 40 of Untamed

His hands wrap around my waist, and I lean back into his embrace. He nudges my head to the side, and his mouth drops down to my neck, where he pushes my hair gently out of the way. Goose bumps break out across my skin, and my clit is throbbing with need. The way he touches me makes my thighs clench.

“I know everything about you, River Larson,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across my jaw. “But I don’t know anything when it comes to your body, and — fuck —I am ready to learn. Will you teach me?”

His rough palm runs across my collarbone and over my breasts, his fingers taking the time to roll and pinch at my nipples. My hips roll back to grind my ass against his cock, which is hard and pushing against his jeans. And then his hand dips lower, until he passes my zipper and cups me through my jeans. I moan and seek more pressure while his mouth nips and licks at my throat.

“Tell me what you want, River.” He spins me around and grabs my jaw with one hand while his other moves to my ass. “Let me make this perfect for you.”

My panties are soaked, and the tight seam of my jeans is doing little to relieve the throbbing there. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss, our mouths opening and tongues sliding against one another’s.

We’ve kissed before, in the middle of that muddy field and outside the restaurant. Those were hurried and frantic, where this is slow and soul shattering. My entire body responds to the slightest touch by him, every nerve lighting up with each swipe of his tongue or flex of his fingers. My blood is on fire.

“Take me to your room,” I beg him. “Please.”

He doesn’t wait, bending over to pick me up so I’m straddling his hips. I hook my ankles behind him and run my hands through his soft hair. It’s so much longer than I’m used to, but I love having something to hold on to.

His steps are sure as we walk back through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. The curtains are open, letting the setting sun come in through the windows. His bed is huge and filled with so many pillows and thick blankets that I know I would get the best sleep of my life in here.

“Alright, firefly.” Hayes lets me slide down his body until I’m standing in front of him. He leans back onto the dresser and nods toward the bed in front of him and behind me. “Strip for me.”

The butterflies in my stomach are going wild. I’ve never been this nervous to strip in front of a man before. I thought maybe it would be easier, seeing as I’ve known him for my entire life, but no. If anything, I think it’s made it more difficult. But this is Hayes. So I take a deep breath and do as he says, fighting past the anxiety.

First, I kick off my heels and gently nudge them to the side. Then I grab the hem of my top and slowly pull it off, giving him ample time to watch as my breasts get lifted with my arms, almost spilling out of my lace bralette. My long hair falls back over my shoulders, and I toss the shirt off to the side.

I’m incredibly thankful that, for some reason, I decided to wear sexy underwear. It’s not that I thought Sawyer would be getting lucky. I’m not the type of girl that sleeps with someone on the first date. But there’s just something about wearing sexy underthings…it gives you serious confidence.

Hayes’ eyes are glued to my body, and as I unbutton my jeans and tug down the zipper, his gaze moves south, watching me as I slip out of my jeans. I take a step back toward the bed and kick my jeans toward Hayes, who doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy looking at me like he’s ready to eat me up.

He licks his lips, and I feel the bed touch my knees behind me, so I sit down and lean back on my hands, giving him a nice view of my entire body. My bra and panties match, both lace and a deep green color. I like the way the thong sits high on my hips, giving me the illusion of a smaller waist.

“Fuck,” he says on an exhale. “You are stunning.”

Kicking off his boots, he begins to strip as well. I’ve seen him practically naked a lot in my life. Hell, I even got a glimpse of his tight ass once when he was running out of the stream back in high school. We were skinny-dipping, and I had promised to close my eyes… But that was when he was a boy. Life has given him over ten years to work hard and hone those muscles.

He tugs off his Henley and unbuttons his jeans. I love the smattering of hair over his chest and the trail on his stomach that leads down to his cock. He’s hard, and I can see how big he is from here. Dear god, I’m worried he won’t fit.

“Eyes are up here, darlin’,” he teases.

“But the show is down there.” I look up at him and bite my lip.

Instead of continuing to undress, he just grins and drops to his knees. I raise a brow but remain silent, wondering what it is he’s doing. And then he begins to crawl. On his goddamn hands and knees, he crawls over to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

I’ve never had a man crawl for me. I’m normally the one doing the crawling, or at least being the more submissive one. But the rush this gives me is unlike anything else. I like seeing him on his knees for me. It calls to my inner brat.

“River,” he murmurs, running his stubble up my calf and kissing my knee. “Please tell me you forgive me.”

He nudges my thighs apart and continues kissing up the sensitive flesh there. I am soaked, and my clit is pulsing, just begging for his attention. But he moves agonizingly slow, just barely touching me with his lips and tongue.

“Please, River.” He bites me gently. “I’m so sorry. I promise I will never break us again. Please forgive me.”

One of my hands goes to his hair, fisting it gently to urge him on.

“I forgive you,” I tell him, watching as he grins up at me. “I forgive you. Just, please, touch me.”

He hums and uses his hands to spread me wide, and I fall back onto my elbows. I watch him as he just stares at me, his strong hands massaging my thighs, getting closer and closer until I feel like I’m going to scream with need.

“You smell fucking divine. Do you know that, firefly?” His face dips down, and he runs his nose over my lace-covered slit. “Fucking heavenly. And it’s all for me.”

I push her sexy little panties to the side, and she is dripping for me. Using the tip of my finger, I run through her wetness and circle her clit. She moans and drops back flat on the bed, throwing her arms over her face.

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