Page 69 of An Unfinished Memory

I had a napkin halfway to my mouth when he growled, “Don’t touch it.”

He leaned in and put his mouth on mine, then licked across my lips and gently sucked until I melted more than my ice cream. When he pulled away, the intense promise in his eyes took my breath away. “Remember, this still isn’t my dessert.”

The tingle ignited between my thighs. I couldn’t wait until he indulged. “We can finish the rest while we walk back to thepickup.”

Wilder

Once Oreo was hooked up outside, and I had Sutton to myself in the camper for a couple hours, I pulled her into my arms for nothing more than a long embrace. I couldn’t wait to get inside her, but I needed to hold her more. I needed to know she was not a voice on the other end of the phone.

“Wilder.” She put her hands on mine. I stilled, anxiety rising. Was this too much? She’d been flirty with the ice cream, but I’d also invited myself as her camping buddy. Was she second-guessing our new attempt at a sex arrangement?

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to have to be quiet. I can’t walk out tomorrow morning and have everyone know I’m a screamer.”

I barked out a laugh, my relief acute. “I’ve got you, baby.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up, lifting her only enough to get her boots off the floor. “I want you in that small-ass bed.”

Her laugh cut to a desire-filled gasp as I set her down and flicked open the clasp of her jeans. She sucked her stomach in on another inhale as I dragged her jeans and underwear over her ass and down her legs. I shed them, taking her boots off at the same time.

She was splayed before me, only her bra on. Lust punched me hard, low in the gut. I’d made the right decision to race to Crocus Valley and catch her before she left.

I reached behind her. While I was snapping her braopen, I caught her lips and kissed her until her back was flat on the comforter. I dropped the bra behind me with the rest of her clothing. I knelt and spread her legs open. She was bare to me. Everything. I got all of her. No matter how many times I’d had Sutton, I’d never quit craving her. She was the only one I wanted.

She was mine.

For now.

My erection pounded at my zipper, but I was more concerned with getting the flavor of Sutton back on my tongue. “You’re so fucking wet, I can’t wait to drink you up.”

She arched her back off the covers. “My finger has been a poor substitute for your tongue, cowboy.”

Damn right it was. I’d show her how nothing and no one could compare to me.

I delved between her folds, licking her pussy from entrance to clit. I meant to go slow, be sweet and ease her toward an earth-shattering peak, but I was a starved man. A few nights with her in the last year and a half weren’t enough to satiate me. I’d spend eternity trying to catch up.

“Wilder!” She rolled her hips into me, but I held her tight. My lips were clamped around her clit, and I devoured her. “Oh my god. Oh. My. God.”

I barely remembered her earlier comment. I pulled away only to grab her shirt and wad it up. “Gotta keep this between us, baby. I can’t have everyone hearing how you sound when you come.”

She snatched the shirt out of my hand and stuffed the garment in her mouth.

“That’s my girl.” I tugged her ass closer and relentlessly attacked her clit. Her muffled cries were stillloud.

“Aw, baby. You’re fucking soaked, and I’m not even close to done.”

She lifted her head enough to peer at me between the globes of her breasts. Those pretty pink nipples were going to get their share of attention too. “Again?”

“I’m severely behind on your orgasms. Better get that shirt back in your mouth—you’re coming again.”

“Wild—” Her groan cut her off.

I was back at her swollen nub, licking her and threading a finger inside of her. She whimpered but wiggled her hips for more. She was so fucking responsive, but it was for me. I hadn’t been with anyone because I knew it wouldn’t be like this. I made sure she was the same.

With one hand I shoved her leg higher, opening her up more. I would die of need if I didn’t bury myself in her, but having her at my mercy was the best drug in the world. “I won’t ever get enough of you.”

She answered me with a moan. Her second climax came quicker than expected.

I didn’t bother undressing. My blood pounded through my dick, and my jeans were going to cut off the flow. I ripped my pants open, shoved them down enough to stay out of my way, and pushed her other leg open wide.

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