Page 70 of Wild For You

She whimpers in response, her hips rise, her walls clenching around my fingers.

“I’ve fantasized about doing this from the first moment I saw you. I’ve wanted to take you, taste you like no one’s ever done before.”

“Then do it,” Erin whispers. “Do it now.”

I smile at her as my thumb zeroes in on her swollen clit. She gasps and moans, and that’s when I slide my shaft into her in one slow motion, inch after inch. Her walls tighten, then relax to accommodate me.

Beads of sweat form on her forehead and trickle down her temple, but she doesn’t protest. She doesn’t pull me back.

“Oh, fuck,” Erin breathes and moans. Her hand fists in my hair, and she lets out a strangled cry, urging me on to go as deep as I can.

Slowly, I rock back out of her. Her hips rise to meet me as I thrust back inside, this time harder, stretching her further. Waves of pleasure sear through my body, blinding me with their intensity. With my fingers pressed against her clit, I fuck her hard until her eyes glaze over and she’s rendered a moaning mess. Luckily, there are no neighbors close by because there’s no way they wouldn’t hear us.

Her walls clench a moment before she comes. Hearing my name pouring from her lips, I lose control and collapse on top of her, shooting my seed deep into her, marking her as mine. As I lay back and draw her to my chest, I’m still buried inside her, still connected.

Her heart is pounding against mine, and I realize this feels different than my usual post-coital cuddling.

It feels right.

It feels meaningful.

Like the beginning of something great.

I lift her chin and place a soft kiss on Erin’s lips, also realizing that she’s not the kind of woman I’ll ever let go.

“Feel my pulse,” I whisper into her ear and press her palm against my chest.

“Why?”

“Because it tells you the truth.”

“What does it say?” she whispers.

My lips curve into a smile. “I’m wild for you.”

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Inever believedin obsession at first sight. I still don’t. But Erin comes close to becoming an obsession to me. She evokes all kinds of feelings in me, all of them strangely euphoric, all of them surprisingly good.

All of them make me want more of her.

I’m transfixed on her.

That’s the correct term.

Obsessing over the girl.

If I didn’t know any better, I would say that I’m falling in love with her. Then again, I was never in love before. So how would I know?

Admitting my feelings for her wasn’t part of the plan, but her accident made me realize this might be the time to take risks. It was my fault she got on the tractor in the first place. I made our situation unbearable for her, and as a result she tried to leave.

Now’s the time to make sure she stays.

I don’t want to ruin my chances with her again.

My fingers brush over her cheek. Her skin is soft, kissed from the unrelenting Montana sun. Her features are relaxed. Her long eyelashes flutter a few times, just like they did when she rode me hard and came even harder. Gently, I brush her hair back and then lean forward to press a light kiss on her forehead.

After doing it on the lounger outside, we moved to the living room, where we talked and then explored each other’s body some more.

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