Page 64 of Wild

“I’ll be quiet,” she promises.

I narrow my eyes. “Are you challenging me?”

She bites her plump bottom lip, her eyes sparkling. “Not at all, Mr. Wilder.”

My hands find her waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I fight to calm myself. With a few words she manages to undo my control and it’s not fair.

In one smooth movement I have her flipped over on her back as I hover above her.

“Miss Hayes,” I hum, “you are very,verydangerous.”

She grins and leans up to whisper, “I know.”

I kiss her, slipping my hands beneath the shirt, pushing it up her body. She lifts her arms for me to remove it, but instead I tie it around her hands. She narrows her eyes and pouts.

“You might think you have the control here, but I do, always,” I warn her with a stern growl before I kiss her.

She melts into my kiss, her body like liquid.

I palm one of her breasts, using my other hand to keep myself braced above her.

Her body rises against my hand, her back curving above the mattress.

Her creamy skin looks even lighter against my tanned hand—her skin impossibly soft against the roughness of mine.

We’re opposites in every way—I’m hard to her soft, loud to her quiet, dangerous to her safe—but we click like two puzzle pieces snapping together, there’s no denying it.

“I think you like it when I can’t use my hands,” she breathes, her voice no more than a husk of what it normally is.

“Only because you threaten to make me lose control before I’m ready and Ialwaysplan to take my time with you,” I vow.

Her breath stutters out of her in a gasp. I grin as I kiss her. I love shocking her.

Kissing the shell of her ear I confess, “You were meant to be worshipped.”By me,I leave unspoken.

Her impossibly blue eyes meet mine and they seem to read what I didn’t say and sayI knowback.

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. I tilt her head up, lowering my mouth over hers. The kiss is soft, slow, it’s us taking our time memorizing the feel of one another. It’s one hundred percentrealand it rocks me to my core.

I never knew it could be like this, neverwantedit like this, but with Mia I can have it no other way. She isn’t someone I want to fuck and kick out of my bed to never see again. She’s someone I want to wake up to every day, who I want to hold, to cherish. A part of me is terrified if I step outside of this bubble I’ll go right back to my manwhoring asshole ways, but I have to believe I’m strong enough to not fall into that dangerous trap again. Whatever this connection is between us, it can’t be broken easily.

Her hands fight against the confines of the t-shirt, but I’m not finished with her yet.

I told her she was meant to be worshipped and I meant it.

I’ve been a selfish lover in the past, only caring about my own pleasure, but not with Mia. With her, I need to make sure she’s enjoying herself. I can’t be a selfish bastard anymore.

I have to be better.

Not only in bed, but a better person all around.

Someone worthy of the light Mia possesses.

I tear my lips from hers and she whimpers, quieting when I kiss my way down the elegant arch of her neck. I suck the skin where her neck meets her shoulder. It’ll probably leave a mark, and I growl with satisfaction at the thought of my brand left on her unblemished skin.

Moving lower I kiss her breasts, swirling my tongue around each pert pink nipple.

Her back arches off the bed and I smile against the satin of her skin.

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