Page 16 of Freeing the Wild
She fusses with the hem of her billowy linen shirt, which strategically hangs on her in such a way that the tiniest hint of cleavage is visible.She stands in front of me, her heart-shaped face relaxed after the sangria and her cheeks flushed.A small, graceful hand comes up to pat me on my chest as she smiles.
“Looks like your plan backfired,” she quips.“That’s two out of three.Which means you’re the buyer.”
“Looks like you beat me fair and square and I’m a man of my word,” I tell her with a shrug.
“Wait, did you let me win?”she asks, popping her hands onto her hips and crinkling her nose in realization.She’s onto me.
“Why would I do that?I don’t even like you.”
“Good, because I don’t like you either,” she fires at me, lifting her glass off the side of the table and swallowing the last of it.“I’m starting to think this cocky cowboy thing must just be a ruse, like you wouldn’t live up to the hype anyway.”
The way her throat works to swallow takes a hold on me.Sassy little brat.I move closer to her and look down at her from my full height.
“You’re probably right,” I tell her.The urge to wind my hand in her hair and tilt her face up to mine so I can claim her mouth overwhelms me.Her pink tongue skates across her bottom lip and drives me even more wild.
“Well, there’s one last way to save the night and prove your worth.”She smirks up at me, beckoning.
“That so?”I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper.Her peachy scent fills my nose as she leans just a little closer.
“Dance with me.”It isn’t a question, it’s an order, and one that shocks me.That was not what I was expecting her to ask.But I don’t even have to think about it.The idea of holding her in my arms again is too enticing.Within seconds, her hand is inmine and she’s pulling me toward the packed dance floor as the opening strings to “My Eyes” by Blake Shelton start to play.
We make our way to the center of the floor and she wraps her arms around my neck with an easy grace, resting her soft forearms on my shoulders.I reach up and grab one small hand, holding it in mine so we’re dancing properly, but I can’t help myself.I grip her hip with the other and tug her close as we sway to the music.When she falls flush with my body I hear her breath catch in her throat.That sound, and the way her body molds with mine perfectly, sends tiny sparks up my spine.Her fingers twist into the hair at the nape of my neck and I fight to keep my eyes open as my cock starts to swell.With every roll of her hips my dick grows harder, pressing into her abdomen.She doesn’t shy away from it.Instead, she presses herself even closer and breathes out a tiny whimper as she turns her lips up to mine.
“So, yeah, I’m clearly not your type.”She smirks, dropping her gaze to my hardened cock pressed between us.
“Clearly.”
Her lips are so close.The bar is so dark and the planes of her pretty face are just begging for my touch.
She hums the song against my chest as I let the pads of my thumbs trace the skin at the hem of her shirt.
“You know you have the attention of every single man in this place,” I observe, enjoying the feeling of her skin against my hands.“But you’ve got a secret just like I do.”
“Oh yeah?What’s that?”She asks tipping her face up to mine.
I lean in to whisper her secret in her ear.“You want me as much as I want you.The sooner you admit it, the better this night will get for the both of us.”
Her mouth pops open slightly.It’s the most straightforward thing I’ve said to her since I met her because, fuck, do I want herright now.More than I’ve wanted a woman in a really, really long time.
“Well, since we’re being honest, let me ask you this …” She reaches up and pulls my hat from my head, dropping it right onto hers.Her full lips curve into a smile, telling me she knows exactly what wearing my hat means, and something about that makes my dick harder than any other part of her.Because that smile?That’s all for me.
“What’s a girl gotta do to be your type just for the night?”
I drop my lips to hover over hers, pressing my fingers harder into her soft, warm skin.
Is this a bad idea?Maybe.But can I say no?Not a fucking chance.
A vision of those pretty eyes closing as I make her cry out in pleasure washes over me, and when she wets her lips in anticipation of mine, she makes my mind up for me.
“Well, that’s easy, Princess.All you have to do is ask.”
“Mmmm.”She moans a throaty little sound that drives me wild.“Then, kiss me, Cowboy—”
She doesn’t even get the words out before my lips are on hers, helpless, breathless.This kiss isn’t soft or gentle.She meets me eagerly as I let my tongue sink between her lips and taste the sangria sweetness I knew was waiting for me.She floods my senses, and the room around us, the music, it all fades until all I feel is her.The deep-rooted hunger surprises me.It’s all-consuming, and the throaty sound she makes against my lips is so fucking hot I’m pretty sure it could burn the place down.I lose my hands to her soft hair, weaving my fingers through her thick waves.Her mouth parts more, letting me in fully as she molds her body further into mine and I ignite.
I’m lost in her, overwhelmed and desperate to bring her even closer.My tongue searches her mouth as if kissing her could let me capture the sweetness she offers and save it for after she’sgone.Heat spreads between us as I take ownership of her mouth.We’re no longer dancing, only kissing, her body pliant beneath my hands, begging me to touch her more.My heart thunders in my ears as though, in this moment, it beats just for her.
“Goddamn, Princess,” I take a second to catch my breath.
