Page 87 of Wilder Love
My fingers fumbled to unbutton his jeans and he unhooked my bra with one hand, freeing my breasts. We broke apart long enough to rip off each other’s clothes and then our lips and hands found each other again. He lifted me up, my legs cinched around his waist, and my mouth fused to his. My back hit the sofa cushions and I stared up at him through my lashes as he knelt over me, nudging my thighs apart and settling between them.
“Miss me?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
Before I could form a response, his finger tunneled inside my walls and I bit back a whimper. The blood rushed from my head like a wave and shot straight to my core. He pulled out his finger, watching my eyes as he sucked the wetness from it.
“I remember the taste of you.”
“I remember everything,” I whispered, watching his eyes darken.
I reached down, aligning him at my entrance and he thrust forward, sinking inside me instantly. Buried to the hilt, his head dropped down to my neck, teeth biting my soft skin and grazing my collarbone.
Pulling back, he grabbed my leg and put it over the back of the couch, so he could go even deeper. Then he moved, hard and deep and fast, making me crazed by the sensations tearing through my body. My nails dug into the small of his back, whimpers and moans ripped from my lips when he rotated his hips on each pump, hitting a sweet spot he remembered so well. Sweat dripped from his face, our bodies slick with it, and I could smell the alcohol seeping from his pores, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. So badly. Ineededhim. This. Us. I wanted everything he had to give me, even though I knew it wasn’t enough.
I pulled his head down to mine, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. He growled, the sound sending a jolt straight to my core.
My walls tightened around him and he pressed his finger against my clit. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.” I exploded, his name escaping my parted lips as my body shook. Shane followed shortly after, grunting and pounding into me, the orgasm seeming to go on and on.
Afterward, we lay spent, boneless on the sofa on the Moroccan patio by my brother’s pool, until the beating of my heart slowly returned to normal. Idly, my fingers played with his hair and stroked his back and I tried not to think about the fact that he only came over here because he was drunk.
He lifted his head from my breasts and gave me a lazy, half-drunk smile. “I’ve missed this.”
This. Not you. Not us. This. He’d missed the sex.
Without warning, he pulled out of me, giving me no time to adjust to the loss, an emptiness that shouldn’t feel as devastating as it did. Hot, silent tears leaked from my closed eyelids.
What was wrong with me?
“Baby,” he mumbled, and I wondered who the hell baby was because it wasn’t me. “Oh shit.”
Shane peered down at me, his expression so serious I panicked for a minute.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, lifting my hands to his face and rubbing my thumbs over his cheekbones. God, I loved his face. I loved his everything.
“I didn’t use anything.”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
His eyes narrowed, and his voice was an angry growl. “Why? Are you sleeping with the rock star?”
“No. I already told you I wasn’t.” I didn’t need him coming over here drunk and stirring up all these emotions. He was the one who had slept with someone in the past year without giving me a second thought. Shoving him off me, I scrambled out from under him.
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Remy
Igathered up my clothes from the ground, and pulled on my tank top and underwear, tossing Shane’s clothes in his general direction.
“You know what’s funny?” he said, not sounding amused in the least. “You come back here… uninvited… with your designer clothes and your expensive car, flaunting your money and rock star lifestyle… rubbing it in my face…”
I spun around to face him, anger surging through me and making my whole body shake. “I came back for you and I’m not flaunting my money. I was trying to help you.”
He pulled up his jeans and advanced on me, getting right in my face. “The last time you tried tohelpme, I ended up in prison for six years.”
I gaped at him, rendered speechless by his words and the harsh tone of his voice. This was happening. We were finally going there. Unable to stop myself, I rose to my own defense. “I tried to stop you. I never wanted you to go after Tristan—”
“You lied to me, didn’t you? You told me he didn’t hassle you at school. What else did you lie about?” His eyes narrowed to slits, and his jaw clenched.
He hates me.
