Page 121 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

In that moment, everything became clear.

He’s mine.

And it was the greatest feeling of her life. Because Booker Hayes was magnificent. She’d caught a glimpse of it in the cabin, but she knew it without a doubt in that moment. And she’d be damned if she’d let him go.

And so, she bridged the gap. The moment her lips sealed over his, he took control. He licked into her mouth, his fingers flexing, tightening his hold. He kissed her tentatively at first, but when their tongues tangled, when her hands flattened on his back, he lost control.

God, she loved his hunger. It made her feel sexy and so verydesirable. The kiss infused her worries and fears with lust, creating a volatile energy that had her body trembling and her fingers fisting his shirt.

His hands slid down her back, grabbing her ass and hauling her up against him. When she hitched a leg, he caught it under her knee, and they ground against each other.

Desperate to feel his warm skin, she yanked up his T-shirt and caressed her palm down his chest to his stomach. She reached under the waistband of his pajama bottoms for his hard, hot erection.

He shuddered, thrusting into her grasp.

She knew what he liked. She’d paid so much attention to the pleasure she’d brought him in the cabin that when she squeezed him, she knew exactly what he’d say.

“Fuck.” Never breaking the kiss, he bent his knees and carried her to the bed. He jerked down her shorts, taking her panties with them. “Take off your shirt. I need to see your tits bounce when I fuck you.”

His dirty mouth fired an electrical current through her. She pulled the T-shirt over her head, and when she reached behind to unclasp her bra, he lowered his mouth to her cleavage, pushing her breasts together.

As he nuzzled her, he licked a trail from one nipple to the other, his cock nudging at her opening. “I missed this. Never felt anything like it.” He slid a finger into her. “Yes. So wet for me.” He stroked slowly in and out, making her hips move restlessly, and when he found her sensitive nub, desire seared through her.

She clutched the duvet, and her head tilted back. She was drowning in lust. Her breasts ached, her nipples pebbled, and her hips chased his hand, needing more…deeper, faster, harder. The tension wound higher, reaching an unbearable pitch. She needed to come so badly.

But then, he dropped to his knees, dragged her to the edge of the mattress, and licked inside.

The moment she shielded her eyes with the back of a hand, intrusive thoughts cut through the pleasure.What if someone hears us?

What if my parents call?

And the worst: I will never recover if he breaks my heart.

But it all got swept away by sensations so delicious, so powerful, she slipped into a state of pure bliss.

It had been so long since she’d been touched, since she’d had relief from the unrelenting loneliness, that she let go of her control and allowed the flames of need to consume her.

Pleasure streamed through her, the tension so wild, so out of control, she nearly screamed for release.

And when his hand reached between his legs, when she saw the rhythmic jerk of his arm as he got himself off, her climax barreled through her. Untethered, she spun, spiraled, and soared. She rode one peak after another until she was left boneless and utterly spent.

He got up, turned around, and fell back onto the mattress. Once settled, he pulled off his clothes and palmed his erection.

But as her body cooled, anxiety crept in. “Did we just make a terrible mistake?”

“You’re asking me that now? While I can still taste you? While I’m still hard for you?”

“I just don’t want to complicate our situation with sex. And you know you have a way of bewitching me.”

“Oh,I’mthe bewitcher? It’s not the way you laugh with total fucking abandon? It’s not your sassy mouth that always makes me laugh? It’s not the sunlight inside you that lights you up? If anyone’s to blame for this”—he wagged a finger between them—“it’s you, Hellcat. Trust me on that.”

A thrill shot through her. “Okay, I’ll take being so sexy, you go wild for me.” She reached for his hand. “I just want to make sure that no matter what happens between us, we’re good for Stevie.” She turned toward him. “You know?”

He turned, too, their gazes catching, locking. “I’ll do my part to make sure we are.”

“I should probably head back to my room.” Without even looking, she reached for her clothes.

“Stevie’s with her grandparents. But if that’s what you want.” Hunger burned in his eyes.

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