Page 20 of Wire
“Of course,” I shuffle up a little on the swing, giving him more room.
We are quiet for a while, both enjoying the peace.
“Where are your brothers?” he asks
“They have gone into town for the night, so they won’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Just us then,” he smiles at me.
His smile takes my breath away. I have been fighting my attraction to him for a week now, and I’m not sure if I can fight it much longer. He will be leaving any day now, and can I really let him go without experiencing what it would be like to be with him?
“Yeah, just us. Your bike is done, so I guess you will be leaving soon.”
“You want me to go?” he asks as I turn to him.
His hand comes up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His hand cups my face and I feel myself lean into his hand.
“No, I don’t want you to go.”
His amazing green eyes take in every inch of my face like he is looking for something. A small smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.
“Can I kiss you?” his voice sounds all breathy.
Unable to answer with words, as my throat is suddenly dry, I nod.
His other hand comes up and cups the other side of my face. He leans in. The second his mouth touches mine, it’s everything I dreamed of and more. His lips are like soft pillows, and his tongue swipes at my lips, begging to be let in. The second my lips part, his tongue dips inside, tasting me. My tongue duels with his as the kiss grows from soft to more urgent and passionate.
We break away, gasping for breath. But neither of us move our hands, as mine have found their way to his like they are holding his hands in place. Not wanting to lose the connection.
“What I wouldn’t give to scoop you up, throw you on the bed and have my wicked way with you. I’ve dreamed of not only kissing you but also tasting every inch of your body.”
His words make my stomach summersault and pussy tingle. My inner slut is doing a little naked happy dance.
“Yes,” I practically beg.
“Yes?” he asks, confused.
“Yes, take me upstairs and do all of that.” My inner slut is now firmly out of her box.
I have always enjoyed sex. The men in Madison tend to be more vanilla than anything else, but I have a very good feeling Wire is about to blow every man . . . when say every man, I mean the four I have been with in my twenty-eight years of life . . . out of the water.
Wire doesn’t do anything more as he scoops me up and heads inside. He stops long enough to close and lock the front door before he strolls to the bedroom he has been using.
“No, my bedroom,” I tell him.
He looks a little confused but keeps walking to my room and gently puts me on the bed as he kicks the door closed. The second it’s closed, clothes go flying. And I do mean flying. I think my bra is currently hanging from the ceiling lamp.
Our mouths clash as we hungrily devour each other, wanting to get as close as possible. His lips work their way down my neck, throat, and to my breasts. His tongue flicks my right nipple as his other hand needs my left breast. My back arches as he bites down, causing a moan to fall from my lips.
“More, fuck, please. I need more,” I beg, grinding my pussy against his leg.
“Patience,” he growls.
“Fuck patience. I want it hard, fast, and now,” I growl back.
Lost in the moment, I reach round and grab his ass cheeks to pull him closer and unintentionally touch the tight muscles of his asshole. The second my hands touch it, he freaks out. His body goes ramrod straight, and he leaps from the bed, landing on the floor near the door.
“Wire,” I say as softly as possible.
