Page 18 of Born Wild

“Well, I guess I don’t really. Not until we’re together that way. But you should know that I don’t think about him like that. Hell, I don’t think about him at all. Not when I’m with you.”

“You don’t?”

“He doesn’t hold a candle to the man you are. You have become my best friend, and when a day goes by that we don’t see each other, all I want is to sit and talk with you. I’ve literally been counting down the hours, thinking of you. Thinking of this.” I rest my hands on his shoulders. “And when you kiss me, everything slips away. I forget all my worries. You take them away with one tender touch. Sometimes, I even let myself believe you’d want me if I weren’t in this situation.”

“I do. I have. Cassie.” He shakes his head. “I should’ve told you this before, but I was scared you’d think it was pathetic.”

“What?”

“I have wanted to be with you since the first day of freshman year.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, so this? Us? It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t believe you want me, too.”

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TIM

It’s both terrifying and elating, letting Cassie know how deeply my feelings for her run. As the words come, it’s as if a weight is lifted, and she’s not pushing me away. Quite the opposite; she’s pulling me in for a kiss.

“Take me to our bedroom.” Her demand strikes a match on the desire I already feel.

“Yes, ma’am.” I smirk, crouching down to band my arms around her legs and lift her into the air.

She lets out a playful scream. “Ma’am?Who are you calling ma’am?”

I carry her into the bedroom and walk to the edge of the bed, carefully setting her on the soft mattress. The light in the room is off, but the door is open, offering enough illumination for me to watch her as she reaches for the buttons of my shirt. Wordlessly, she undoes each one until my bare chest is exposed. Her hungry gaze travels over my skin and boosts my confidence.

“My turn,” I whisper as I reach for the hem of her sweater. I pause, giving her an opportunity to push me away, but whenshe doesn’t, I lift the thick fabric and unwrap the best gift of my entire fucking life.

Her breasts are full, practically demanding to be let free from her bra so I find the clasp and do just that. God, she’s perfect. I cup her naked breasts, loving the weight in my hands. When my thumbs brush over her beaded nipples, she gasps.

That sexy sound from her mouth causes my dick to lengthen, hardening to an almost painful point against the zipper of my jeans.

Dipping my chin, I lean down and capture her mouth as I play with her tits, learning what makes her gasp, then doing that until we’re both panting with need. In a rush, we ditch the rest of our clothes and when she scoots back into the center of the bed, I follow, crawling over her.

“This okay?” I brace the weight of my body over hers, settling myself between her open legs. I don’t want to hurt her, or the baby either.

“Yeah.” Cassie reaches between our bodies and takes my length in her hand, stroking me twice before lining up my head at her entrance. “I need you.”

“I’m right here.” Slowly, I rock my hips, feeding her my cock inch by inch, biting back a groan as her wet heat swallows my length. I don’t rush, and it takes all my self-control to not thrust forward and bury myself inside her. I pull out, then sink back in, each time a little deeper until I’m fully wrapped in her heat.

This feels so damn good. Better than I ever imagined.Fuck.

“Oh,” she groans, her hips rocking to meet mine with each thrust. Together, we find a rhythm. Kissing. Touching. Fuckingas if our lives depend on it. Every single one of my nerve endings is aware of her touch. Her body. Her moans.

I want to last as long as possible, but when her body pulses and she cries out with her own release, I’m right there with her. My body shudders as I pump the last of my seed inside her. An upside to her already being pregnant is we don’t have to worry about creating a life tonight. Though, that relief is short-lived because the idea of putting a baby inside her isn’t one bit scary. I can’t wait for the day when we make a child together.

“Was that okay?” I roll to my side and face her. I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I have to ask. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“That was perfect.” She grins before pressing her lips to mine.

“Perfect? On the first go?” I tease. “I think we can do better.”

“Yeah?” Desire pools in her eyes.

“We’ll have to practice.”

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