Page 28 of Wild Heart
“Yes, of course. And I will be on my wedding day.”
I raise my eyebrows, but she’s deadly serious. “How about what we did out there on the hike?’”
She shakes her head at me. “That wasn’t sex, Raiden.”
She’s got a point. Technically, it wasn’t. “Where do you draw the line about what you can do and what you can’t do?”
All this talk has my blood running hot and my dick hard. She’s breathing hard and I pull her up off the chair, clasping my hands around her waist.
“Why don’t you spend the night with me and find out?”
My cock twitches, and I think I’m going to lose it in my jeans. This woman. She’s not afraid to ask for what she wants, and the fact that she wants me has me hornier than a college boy.
I want to do all the things to her that she’ll let me and then push her over the edge and do all the things she’s denying herself, consequences be damned.
Without waiting another moment, I hoist her over my shoulder. Isabella squeals. I bet she’s never been picked up like this in her life.
“Put me down.” She thumps on my back, but I’m holding her too tight.
“We’re going upstairs right now to find out how many orgasms I can give you while keeping your virginity intact.”
She giggles as I carry her through the corridor and up the stairs.
We pass Marcus, and Isabella gives him a little finger wiggle as I carry her past. The Isabella of a few days ago would have rather died than have anyone see the way I’m manhandling her. But she just laughs, and the sound warms my very soul.
I make her happy. She’s happy here.
With my arm clasped firmly around her thighs, I run up the stairs.
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Iburst into the room and kick the door shut behind me with my foot. Reaching back, I lock the door, then carry Isabella to the bed. I throw her down a little rough, and she bounces up to her elbows looking at me with fire in her eyes.
“You carried me like a rag doll,” she accuses.
“Did you like it?”
She parts her lips, and her eyes fill with desire. I lunge for the bed just as she sits up and we meet in the middle, our lips colliding as our bodies press together.
My urgency is matched with her own as we tear at each other’s clothes. Her teeth bite my lips and her hands rove over me, tugging off my jacket then my shirt. It’s urgent and passionate, and we’re both breathing hard when we come up for air.
Her thick hair is sticking up around her face, and her lip gloss is smudged. She’s never looked so beautiful, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“What are you grinning for, Prez?” Her eyes narrow in suspicion.
“I’m thinking about all the ways I can make you come without fucking you.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open. I kiss her swollen lips as my hand cups her breast. I slide off the rest of her clothes until she’s naked on the bed, sitting back on her haunches.
She’s beautiful, curvy and unashamed of her body. There’re dark hairs on her arms and little ones coating her belly.
I go to push her gently back on the bed, but she shakes her head.
“You’re not getting me on my back, biker.”
I like that she’s got as much sass completely naked as she does fully clothed.
