Page 4 of Wicked & Wildflower

She’s growing tighter and slicker by the second, her moans becoming so loud, I’m sure any patron using the bathroom could hear us at this moment. I’m past caring, though. I continue pumping in her hard and fast, determined to throw us both over the edge and into the freefall of bliss.

“I’m going to–”

“That’s it,cariño. Come for me. You’re taking it so well.”

“Fuck!” The word is soft, sweet, and breathless as it falls from her lips on a cry. She becomes impossibly tight, and my mind scatters as the heat inside my spine explodes into white-hot pleasure. Her release floods over me as she screams out in ecstasy.

I remain buried inside her, my face in the crook of her neck as we float down from the high of our orgasms. It feels as if we’re both stunned into silence, only our heavy breathing filtering through the room.

I lift my head, and her eyes flutter open. Blue and bright with lust, they soak me in. A soft, glowing flush runs across her cheeks and down to her heaving chest. I’m still holding her against the wall—still inside her—but I feel frozen, unable to pull out or pull back. The moment stretches on for what feels like forever and not even a second at the same time.

She’s just…so pretty. Unbelievably so.

I don’t know her name, and by the sound of it, she has no intention of ever seeing me again. But I can’t help myself as I lean in. Her eyes widen as I press my lips to hers, soft and feather-light, just one final taste of this mysterious, fierce, alluring woman I’ll never get to see again.

She accepts my kiss. She gives it back. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She clasps her arms around my neck and tightens her grip onme, forcing us closer. I suck her bottom lip beneath my teeth, giving myself the allowance to get swept up in her. I lift her off the door and spin her, bending to set her down on the armrest of the couch.

Slowly, I pull out of her and remove my lips from hers.

She blinks up at me with those big eyes, and the softest, shyest smile forms on her face.

It’s that moment I decide I’m going to get her name. Her number. Convince her to see me again, because I’m nowhere near done with her. I’m nowhere near done with her lips, with those eyes, with the body I didn’t even get to see in full. I need to see her come, see it happen on my tongue, on my fingers. I want to see her beautifully laid out in my bed. I want to know what she likes to drink besides vodka and Fireball, and I want to know how good she really is at pool. I want to know why she’s new in town and how long she’s staying, why she’s here and where she came from.

I begin forming a plan in my head. If there’s anything I know about myself, it’s that I’m fucking charming. I’ll convince her to see me again. I only need to keep her in this bar long enough tonight to do so.

As I step back to remove the condom, her eyes go wide while a soft gasp leaves her mouth. “Oh my God.”

I glance down and realize for the first time the wet spot spreading across the bottom half of my t-shirt. I fight a smile as I turn around and dispose of the condom in the trash can by the door, careful not to step in the puddle she left on the floor too.

I wasn’t kidding when I’d thought she’d exploded, flooded me with her release.

Fuck, that’s hot.

I want to see her come like that a thousand times. A million.

As I turn back to face her, she scrambles to lower her skirt and re-adjust her top. She hastily drags a hand through herhair, pausing as she takes me in again. My pants are somewhere across the room, but luckily, I didn’t discard my underwear completely, so I pull it up and fasten it over my hips. Her eyes are zoned in on my wet abdomen.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmurs as she stands and lets out a forced laugh. “Normally, I can only do that to myself.” Her mouth snaps shut and her eyes go wide, as if she didn’t mean to say that.

I’m utterly confused. “Sorry? Why are—”

“Well, that was fun. I’m sorry again about…” She waves her hand at my groin region. “Um, anyway. Have a nice life.”

“No, wait—” I start to plead, rapidly searching the room for my jeans. Before I can find them or finish my sentence, she’s out the door and gone.

Fuck.

I scramble around Emilio’s office like a goddamn cartoon character searching for my fucking pants. Finally, I find them wadded in the corner behind the couch. I don’t even know how they got there. Once I began kissing her, everything became a flurry of moans and flesh and chasing bliss.

I dart out of the office and down the hall while zipping myself up, tucking my shirt in as I beeline toward the front doors of the bar when I don’t see her inside. I burst through the entrance, blinking at the diminishing daylight as I look around the parking lot, but she’s long gone.

I run a tattooed hand through my hair. “Dammit.”

Heading back inside, my friends are shooting me shit-eating grins as I walk to the bar to pay my tab. “I’ve never seen a woman run out of this bar so fast.” Ryan laughs.

“Fuck off,” I grumble.

I gave her exactly what she wanted, but something must’ve happened to make her leave like that. I know it can’t be because she didn’t enjoy it. I’ve got the wet spot on my shirt to prove shedid. She wanted to fuck and forget, but that woman was anything but forgettable.

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