Page 95 of Wild Rose
I’m waiting for a comment to ruin it, likeseewhathappenswhenyoulisten. But there’s none of that.
Sincere eyes stare back at me. “You’re perfect. Your taste, the way you move.” He runs light fingers along my jaw. “The sounds you make for me.”
I sit up and reach to frame his face in my hands. “I’ve got more where those came from, cowboy.”
“I’m counting on it.”
The straps of my bra have tumbled off my shoulders at this point. He lifts me slightly to unhook and tear it off completely.
He growls at the sight. “Your body is a goddamn dream, you know that, Rose?” He wraps an arm possessively around my back, lowering himself over me on the bed. “I haven’t been inside you yet and I already know you’re going to be hard to quit.”
My lips part at the words and then I cry out when he covers one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. I welcome the unexpected sensation.
I’d welcome them all.
He mutters for me to get comfortable over the pillows, then stands and sheds his boxers.
His cock, his long, painfully hard cock, the one I felt rub against me more than once tonight, springs out.
This man is jaw-dropping sexy. So incredibly .?.?. beautifully .?.?. erotic. I could paint him. Ishouldpaint him.
He strokes himself with a grin. “Jesus, Rose, if looks can make a man come .?.?.”
I lift my eyes to his and blush. “Wouldn’t want that just yet.”
In a flash, he digs a condom out from his jeans, tearing at it like it’s a race and slides it on. I bite my lip as he meets me in the middle of the bed.
He settles between my legs and leans down to kiss me. It’sa fierce kiss. A kiss that holds a promise of just how wild our night’s going to be.
His fingers tease my nipple, making me whimper and arch with need. “Wilder,” I pant. “Fuck .?.?. fuck me.”
He lowers his fingers, finding me so very wet. “Slow, Rose,” he reminds me.
I’m about to argue, then remember his intimidating size.
He strokes me gently, making me wetter. “I’m going to slide into this pussy nice and slow, baby. You won’t be in pain.”
I’m so hot with need and desire, I don’t care at this point. I want to tell him that he’s in dreamland if he thinks he’s not going to hurt me.
Gripping his biceps, I pull up to his ear and whisper, “I can take it, Wilder.”
“Fuck,” he growls then settles between my legs. “Hold on to me.”
I keep my hands on him as he sinks into me, nice and slow. I try not to tremble as my pussy pulls him in.
“Breathe.”
I exhale, letting him sink further. A low growl escapes him. “That’s it, baby.” He moves in and out. “I underestimated you, gorgeous.”
I look up at him, my hands still on his strong arms. “Faster,” I demand. “Harder, Wilder. I’m not above begging for your cock.”
His eyes blaze with fire and he rocks his hips, creating a friction I’m newly wild for.
Reaching under, he squeezes my ass as he lifts my hips. The sensation of his fingers digging into my skin makes me clench around him.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” He thrusts his hips, but there’s palpable hesitation.
“Harder,” I plead, giving us both what we want.
