Page 102 of Forever Wild
“I panicked. I didn’t want you to give up the internship for me.”
Her gaze narrows. “Get over yourself.”
She tries to push past me, but I give in and reach out to her. I take her by the hand and pull her back to me, chest to chest. Hers rises and falls, vibrating with anger at me.
“Maybe it wasn’t all about me, but you wanted to be here with me as much as I wanted you to stay. You couldn’t get enough. You were addicted.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I was never going to stay for you.” She keeps glaring at me like she’s about to tell me to fuck off. And, knowing Ev, she very well might. But I know it’s true because I felt the same way. We were both in over our heads.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, but I don’t regret it.” Not those weeks we spent together or making sure she left.
I know she thinks I mean the latter when she lifts her chin defiantly and says, “Me either.”
“You’re young, Ev. You should do all the thingsyouwant. Be selfish and wild. Live.”
“I wish people would stop thinking they know what’s best for me.” She jabs me in the chest with a finger. “What if I don’t want to be selfish and wild or leave the nest and conquer the world? Maybe I don’t know what I want yet, but I know that I want to figure it outwithout people making decisions for me. It’s my damn life.”
I stay quiet. She’s right to be pissed. I’m still struggling with wanting to be in her life and wondering if it’s what’s best for her, but I’m done pushing her away. If she walks away, it’ll be her choice.
“You know what I want?” she asks as she presses into me with enough force that I have to dig in to keep from stepping back. I love the feel of her body against mine and I don’t want to lose it a second before I have to.
“No.” I really, really don’t at this point. “What do you want, Ev?”
Whatever it is, she can have it. If I can give it to her, I will.
She glares at me. Those stunning hazel eyes fueled with fire glare at me. I’m waiting for her to yell at me. I’m ready for it. I welcome it.
Instead, her gaze drops to my mouth and then she lunges for me. She kisses me hard like she’s pouring every ounce of anger into it. If this is her idea of punishing me, then sign me the fuck up.
I let her hate-kiss me and I savor every taste. For every scrape and nip, I lick and suck at her mouth. Her fingers tug at my hair until my scalp pricks and my hands dig into her ass, pushing her into my erection.
“You don’t get to decide for me,” she says as my teeth scrape down her neck to her collarbone. She moans and says with less conviction this time, “I’m the only boss of me.”
She pushes at my chest, breaking us apart, but instead of walking away like I figured was coming any moment, she drops to her knees.
My dick twitches with her perfect mouth so close. Eyes on me, she undoes my pants and pulls them to my ankles with my boxers. My dick springs free, hard as stone, and leaking for her.
“Tonight, I’m the boss of you, too,” she says, then leans in and licks the tip. My hands instinctively go to her hair, but she pulls awayand scowls.
The intent is clear. Do not touch her. Got it. Though easier said than done.
She wraps her fingers around me and brings the head back to her lips. She kisses me gently, teasing, torturing. I groan in frustration and a wicked smile curves her lips.
She takes me all the way to the back of her throat and swallows.
“Fuck, Ev.” I ball my hands into fists to keep myself from reaching out again.
She bobs on my dick like it’s her favorite popsicle flavor, swirling her tongue and hollowing out her cheeks. I don’t even try to fight off the orgasm that comes way too soon. She wants to prove a point and I have to assume it’s that no one else has ever or will ever be as good as her. I already fucking knew that. My dick hasn’t perked up at the sight of a hot girl in weeks. He’s as loyal as me and we only want one person.
One annoying, infuriating, perfect woman.
As she brings me over the edge, I finally tangle my hands in her short hair and stroke my thumbs along her cheekbones. She swallows every drop I give her.
Panting and absolutely spent and dreading the second her mouth leaves my cock.
She pulls away with a smug smirk. I tug her up and crash my lips to hers. She’s softer, more compliant now. I don’t know what just happened, but she’s here, not running.
“Happy?” I ask.
