Page 38 of Wild Child
“What other surprises have you got for me?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
I kneel in front of her and peel her pants down her legs until they snag on her oversized boots.
“These need to come off.”
I take my time undoing the laces. From down here I’m eye level with her pink lace-covered mound. The wind changes and her scent fills my nostrils, making my heartbeat faster.
I pull the first boot off, and she’s got those damn fluffy pink socks on under her boots.
“You like the color pink.”
She puts a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell anyone. It might ruin my reputation as a badass.”
I chuckle. She’s making me laugh at the same time as driving me wild with desire. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found her.
I pull the second boot off and slide her leather pants down and off her feet.
I stand up and fold them neatly, and I’m about to open the door and place them in the passenger seat when Charlie grabs them off me and chucks them to the ground.
“They’re only pants, Quentin,” she says impatiently. “It doesn’t matter if they get dirty.”
She hitches her fingers under her panties and starts to pull them down, but I stop her hands.
“Oh no. Those stay on.”
She’s too sexy wearing nothing but her lacy underwear and the leather jacket hanging open. Even the fluffy socks look perfect on her.
I step back and catch my breath, admiring the woman before me.
“God you’re beautiful, Charlie. Really fucking beautiful.”
She smiles coyly. “Did you just swear?”
“I fucking did. That’s what you do to me.”
A breeze makes her shiver and I go to her, sliding my hands under her jacket and around her back.
“Hey,” she says. “I’m not the only one getting naked here.”
She gently pushes me back, and I almost stumble in the dark. She strides forward and hooks my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.
Her hands run over my torso, and I love the heat in her eyes. My muscles tense at her touch, making the ink or my tattoos dance in the shadows.
“You got any tattoos?” I ask. I haven’t seen any on her.
“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
Her hands reach for my belt buckle, and slowly she undoes me. My cock’s sticking straight out, leaving a wet patch on my boxers.
I groan as she takes me between her palms, stroking me from base to tip. If she keeps on like this I’m going to lose it, and I’m not ready for that yet.
I take her hands and pull her away from my throbbing cock. I push her roughly back against the side of the truck.
“Turn around.”
My voice is tense, and her eyes widen. But I’m done playing games. I need to show this woman what she means to me and that I’m in charge here.
