Page 65 of Wild and Wrangled

“No, I think I’m done listening. I know Cam is. You have an incredible daughter, and both of us have better things to do thanlistento the two of you any longer.”

Dusty grabbed my hand and started walking away. “Camille,” my mother said—I could tell she wanted to yell, butshe didn’t want to attract attention. “Camille Montgomery Ashwood, you do not walk away from us.”

Dusty looked at me. His eyes danced.Say something,they pleaded. With him, maybe I could be brave again.

“Tonight, I do,” I said back. I heard my mom stomp her foot, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Dusty’s laugh as it drifted back to my ears.

I didn’t know where we were going, but I let him lead me. We rounded a few corners, went down a flight of stairs, and down a hallway.

“Where are we going?” I asked. With the amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins, you would think that I had just jumped out of an airplane—not said something mildly defiant to my parents.

“To check out some award-winning architecture,” he responded. Then he pushed open a door and pulled me in behind him.

When the door shut, Dusty pressed me against it. It was darker in here—not pitch-black, but dark enough that my eyes needed a second to adjust. I blinked a few times. There was some light in here, coming from a counter.

Backlit white onyx.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said. He was closer to me than he’d been in a long time.

“No you’re not,” I breathed.

Dusty grinned. “No, I’m not,” he said, and then he kissed me, like really kissed me. His hands were in my hair, pulling my head back to give him all the leverage he needed to dominate my mouth. I held on to his wrists and tried to keep up. “I told you I’d get you out of there—like I always do.” he said.

Soon, there was an arm wrapped around my waist, hoistingme up, and my legs wrapped around Dusty. I pulled my mouth away from his and started kissing his jaw and then his neck. When I reached the base of his throat, Dusty whimpered.

“Angel,” he breathed, and it hit me right in the chest. I missed that. I missed him. I missed us. “Maybe we’re getting carried away.”

“Maybe,” I said against his skin, but I didn’t care. I licked my way back up his neck and found his mouth again. He bit my lip, and I groaned. Dusty’s hips rolled into me, and I groaned again. “God,” I breathed.

I lost track of time. We could’ve been in there for five minutes or five hours when I made the move to push off Dusty’s tux jacket, and I felt the air shift. It started to buzz and tremble around us.

Dusty pulled me away from the door. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, and my dress hiked higher up my hips as he carried me to the glowing counter. Before he set me down, he pushed it all the way up, so it was bunched at my waist, exposing my thin black panties. When my bare skin hit the counter, I gasped into his mouth.

His hands gripped my thighs so tightly it almost hurt.

“Angel,” he moaned. “We can’t do this. Not here.”

“Yes we can,” I said, looking up at him. He brought a hand up to my face, brushing my lower lip with his thumb. He was looking at me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet—but also terrified I might suddenly disappear.

I held his hand to my face for a moment before I sucked his thumb into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he gritted out and then kissed me again. Hard. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” I said. “I’m always sure with you.”

“I promise I didn’t bring you in here for this,” he said against my mouth. I laughed a little.

“Sure,” I said sarcastically, even though I believed him. “Now stop talking.” I moved my hand to cup him through his pants to emphasize my point.

“Point taken,” he groaned and kissed me again. One of his fingers skated up the inside of my thigh, and I knew I was wet for him. When he reached my underwear, I gasped. “Should I take these off or just move them out of the way?” Dusty asked. His voice was low. “Decisions, decisions.”

“Better make one fast,” I breathed.

Dusty stopped what he was doing and put a hand on my neck; his thumb pressed into the bottom of my chin. “I’ve been waiting for this for over a decade, angel,” he said. His other hand pushed my underwear to the side. “I don’t want to do anything fast with you.” He dragged a knuckle up my center, and I inhaled sharply. His grip on my neck tightened at the same time he pushed a finger inside of me.

“Oh,” I gasped.

“Beautiful,” Dusty murmured as he looked down at me. “Fucking beautiful,” and then his mouth was on mine again. His tongue worked inside my mouth while his finger worked inside of me. My breath got faster, and my body started to move of its own accord.

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