Page 82 of Wilder at Heart
She keeps her eyes on me, casually raising a glass of champagne to her lips as I round the counter to see what she’s wearing on her bottom half.
Fuck.
Nothing at all, it looks like. Just miles of smooth, shapely leg. They’re crossed, so I can’t see much. My mouth goes dry. Those huge eyes are still watching me, tinged with amusement. And something else. Anticipation.
I slide a hand around her neck. ‘You naked under my t-shirt?’
‘Hello to you too, Romeo.’
I stifle a smile. ‘To what do I owe this treat?’
‘I’m not quite naked. It’s better than that.’ She puts her glass on the island. Uncrosses her legs, which has my eyes clamping to the hem of her t-shirt, under which I’m rewarded with a flash of lilac lace. When I look back up at her face, she pauses and bites her lip, sending a jolt straight to my dick.
‘Theo.’
I nudge her legs apart with my hand. Stepping between them. Getting closer to her. And focusing hard on keeping my eyes on her face.
‘Yeah, baby?’
She holds my gaze. God, those massive, expressive eyes. I’m such a sucker for them.
She takes a deep breath. ‘I want you to fuck me.’
Fuck. Me.
‘I’ve been thinking about it all day. I know I’ve been letting you take the lead, because I love it when you do, but I want you to know how badly I want you. I’m sorry if I ever let you think otherwise.’
I’m hard already. Her words. Her eyes. Her mouth. My heart is pounding as heady desire courses over me.
The hand on her neck comes around so I can drag my thumb along her jaw, angle her face up to me. The fingers of my other hand dig into the flesh of her thigh. Hard.
I lower my mouth to hers.
‘Been thinking about me all day, have you?’ I ask conversationally against her lips.
‘Yes.’ Her voice is breathy, needy, and it goes straight to my cock.
‘Done anything about it?’
‘No. I was waiting for you. But I’m really wet.’
I allow my hand to travel between her legs, my knuckles brushing the narrow strip of lace, and holy fuck, she’s not lying.
‘Waiting for me because you knew I could do it better.’ It’s not a question.
She shifts on her chair as the backs of my fingers continue to brush against her sex, so lightly it’s probably agonising for both of us, the lace a useless barrier, but an intriguing tease. ‘Yeah.’
I put my forehead to hers. Squeezing my eyes shut. Willing some self control into existence, because I’m already amped up knowing Nora’s been sitting here, half naked. Getting herself turned on as she waited for me to come home and fuck her into oblivion.
‘Right fucking call, gorgeous.’
I succumb,sealing my mouth over hers and feasting on those beautiful lips.
So plump.
So supple.
I need inside that mouth of hers.
