Page 23 of Wild For You

I know the moment she touches me, I’ll go wild for her. How could I not? She’s beautiful, sexy, and she lives with me.

“Let me get this straight.” She bites her lip, thinking. “Your solution is to act on it? Do you think it will go away and then you’ll be able to focus on therapy?” She sounds doubtful.

“It would definitely help.”

She hesitates. “Just a kiss, Cash. Nothing more.”

“Okay. One kiss.” I can barely contain a smile. She’s about to agree.

“A real kiss?” Erin asks.

“As real as it can get.” I lean into her and brush my lips against her earlobe. “You would be helping me. Very much so. What do you say?”

She remains silent. She needs a final push.

“You want to, Erin,” I whisper. “Want to know how I know?” My finger strokes her collarbone, tracing it gently. “A pulse never lies. Your heart’s beating so fast, I can almost hear it.”

“Maybe I want to, Cash,” she says slowly. “But make no mistake. After this one time, it’s back to business. I want to be able to do my job. I’m not giving up on you.” She sounds hesitant, guarded; her words are slow and measured, as if speaking them out loud could turn out to be a mistake.

There’s one thing that will give her the final push.

I know what she wants to hear. And I’m going to give it to her, even if it’s not the truth.

“One kiss will dispel this attraction. It often does. Getting that part out of the way will help with the therapy or whatever you have in mind.”

My hand moves past her collarbone to the nape of her neck as I bring my lips close to her mouth. She smells of shower gel and something else—a scent that’s been lingering around the house since the day she arrived.

It reminds me of vanilla and sugar, of the kind of candy I want to lick and suck into my mouth. I don’t know if it’s her perfume, her skin, or just her, but it’s delicious.

I imagine myself licking her skin, biting into her shoulder, and leaving my mark on her. My hand fists in her silky soft hair, and my mouth crushes against hers.

Her lips part instantly, willing, and her tongue tangles with mine. Her lips feel hot. But her tongue…it’s the temperature of lava.

Damn.

It’s a hell of a good kiss.

It’s the highlight of my day.

No, make it the highlight of my year.

My whole being hums with excitement. My pants bulge from the tension and the want surging through me, and my body is on fire as our tongues tango in the kind of erotic dance that tells me this attraction is anything but easily dispelled.

I don’t know how Dad stumbled across her, but I thank the stars for bringing her to me. I let my tongue dip in and out of her hot mouth. We touch and lick until it feels as though my heart might just burst out of my chest, and the crotch of my pants will rip at the seams.

With each kiss, I feel free. With each stroke of our tongues, I feel alive. With every shudder, she becomes a part of my soul.

We are attuned to each other, our tongues splitting time with our souls. With every breath, I can feel something resonating.

Crashing. Rising. Melting.

A kiss is never going to be enough. Maybe I can fool her, but I can’t fool myself. The sexual attraction between us is too strong, too relentless. It’s affecting my work, my exercising regime, my sleep. All I can do is think about her, and it’s driving me insane.

My hands settle around Erin’s wrists, and I lift them above her head. She gives a little moan of approval as the towel drops to the floor. My mouth remains glued to hers, but I can feel her nakedness against me.

I want her. Badly. If I don’t take what I want, and soon, I’ll be sporting a hard-on for the rest of her stay.

She’s shaking beneath my strong grip. Deep down I know she wants me just as badly as I want her. Using my bad knee, I nudge her legs open. She presses her hips against me, as I wedge myself between her thighs, my mouth conquering hers again and again. My hand moves between her legs, stroking that delicious little spot that’s as sweet as heaven, and damn, she’s wet for me.

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