Page 47 of First Verse

I shrug, feigning indifference when there’s nothing I want more. “I don’t have to, but I’m staying away from the house for a few days. Kendra’s moving out.”

Her eyes narrow. “Wait—when did you break up with her?”

I wince. “Uh… today.”

To my surprise, she laughs and rises to her toes to give me a soft kiss. “You can stay.”

This must be what winning the lottery feels like. My heart can’t decide if it wants to stop or race.

As soon as she turns toward the door, I step into her. My chest against her shoulders, my erection above the swell of her ass. Keys rattle as she misses the lock.

“I’m gross, Wilder. No touching until I shower.”

“Not happening.”

Lowering my face to her hair, still damp from sweat, I suck in her scent. Then I bend further, my mouth finding the soft, warm skin beneath her ear. I gather her essence in my nose, on my tongue. Salt and musk and the natural fragrance of her skin that comforts me as much as it drives me wild.

“You smell and taste like heaven. Someday I’m going to eat you out the second you step offstage.”

She chokes. “That’s nasty.”

Sliding my free hand around her hip and under her dress, I cup her between the legs. Heat bathes my palm. She shivers, her thighs clenching.

“You want me nasty,” I whisper against her ear. “Don’t you?”

Her breathing speeds up. “Maybe.”

“Open the door,” I say hoarsely. “I’ll give you a sixty-second head start. Shower or bed—your choice. But when a minute is up, my mouth is devouring this pussy.”

She squeaks and finally gets the door unlocked, then runs across the house to her bedroom, flipping on lights as she goes. I lock the door behind me, smiling to myself when I hear the shower turn on. I knew it would. Despite her body’s response to my suggestion, she’s not mentally ready for my filthy appetite.

I don’t even know ifI’mready for it. The shit I want to do and say to her… it shocks even me. No woman has ever incited such unhinged sexual need in me. With Evangeline, all my self-control is stripped away. For better or worse, I’m fully myself with her.

When I make it to the bathroom doorway and see her already in the shower, suds and water dripping over her head and down her gorgeous body, I jerk to a stop and squeeze the head of my dick so I don’t fucking erupt.

I’d almost forgotten how much Oxy dulls physical sensation. I didn’tfeelhigh the first time we had sex, but the drugs were still in my system. If she’s hoping for a marathon like last time, she’s going to be disappointed.

I’ll make it up to her.

Sparkling eyes rise to my face. “Problem?”

I exhale a laugh. “Nope. It’s just been six weeks.”

Those eyes widen. “You haven’t even… you know?”

“Rubbed one out imagining your cunt spasming around me?”

She rolls her eyes even as her cheeks flush scarlet at my crude words. “Obviously.”

“Oh, I definitely have.” Keeping a firm hold on myself, I allow my gaze to wander down her body. My eyes linger on her pink nipples and the trimmed, fair hair between her legs. Breath shudders out of me as I drag my gaze back up. “Memory doesn’t compare to the real thing, though.”

She smiles tentatively. “Aren’t you coming in?”

I shake my head. “Changed my mind.”

Taking two steps into the bathroom, I lower to my knees on a thick bathmat. The flash of disappointment in her eyes shifts to curiosity.

“What are you doing?”

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