Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“So fucking sweet.” His husky voice vibrated against me, and I moaned, helpless.
He could do and say whatever he wanted. I was his to use.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
I opened my eyes to see him licking me as he shoved his hand into the front of his sweats and pulled out his erection, wrapping his fingers around it. The muscles on his arm flexed as he pumped himself while continuing to ravish me with his mouth.
He lifted his eyes to lock with mine. The hunger in them matched my own, and I was suddenly jealous of his hand for being the one to bring him pleasure. I wanted to do that. I tried to tell him just that when he slid a finger inside me as his tongue work got more intense. All that came from my lips were sounds from the frenzy building inside of me.
“Wilder,” I cried out as the crest began to pull at me.
“I want to taste it,” he said, not stopping what he was doing. “Come on my face, baby.”
That one request was all it took. I arched my back as bliss flooded my body. I shook when Wilder stilled.
His eyes were on my face as his mouth fell slightly open and his body jerked. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, and I trembled as another climax overtook me from the sight of Wilder coming. His release shot out, splashing the inside of my thighs and the counter.
The only sound was our ragged breathing as we both came down from our orgasms. When he pulled his sweats back up, covering himself, and reached over to grab a hand towel to clean me up, I took it from him. He wasn’t going to close up on me now. Not after that. I refused to allow it.
“I was going to wipe up my mess,” he said.
I took my time doing it while he watched me before dropping my legs over the counter and handing him back the towel. His eyes were on my naked body, and I sat there, letting him look. I’d do whatever I needed to do to make sure he wasn’t going to go back to the way we had been. If I had to use his desire for my body, then so be it. I was weak and willing to take whatever I could get from the man.
“I’ll get your clothes,” he said and started to move, but I reached out to grab his arm. He looked down at it, then back at me. “I need to cover you up, Oakley.” His eyes slid back down to my chest.
He had a weakness, and I was going to abuse it. I’d judge myself later.
“Why?”
He tensed under my hand, and his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “Because I want to fuck you and we don’t have a condom down here.” He lifted his eyes back to mine. “Now, let me dress you before I lose my goddamn mind.”
I could be a good girl and do what he’d said, or I could be a bad girl and do what he wanted. I was going with the latter. It had been nine years of wanting a man I couldn’t have. We were stuck in this room, and I was taking advantage of it. Because when we were set free, I wanted to be sure he wouldn’t shut me out. Put me at a distance. Return to hating me.
“I’m on the shot, and I’ve not had sex in three years. I’ve been tested,” I told him.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened. “That’s a long time.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
“Why has it been that long?”
Here it was. My moment to lay it all out there. Be completely vulnerable. Give him the power to crush me. I was going to take it.
“Because they were never you. I got tired of trying to find a replacement.” There’s some honesty for you, Wilder Jones.
His nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply. “I can’t fuck you just once. It won’t be enough.”
“I’m counting on that,” I replied, leaning forward and closer to him. Reaching out, I ran a nail down his chest.
“Dammit,” he muttered, then grabbed my waist and picked me up.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me over to the bed.
“This is a bad idea,” he warned me, dropping me onto the mattress, but his eyes flared as he watched my breasts bounce.
“I think it’s an excellent idea,” I replied, licking my lips as I stared up at him.
“This can’t change anything between us,” he said, breathing hard. “We can’t be more than friends. There is too much shit between us, and Sarah couldn’t handle the fallout when the sex wasn’t enough anymore.”
Those words hurt. I didn’t want to hear him tell me this was just a fuck. But his eyes were telling me something else, and that was what I clung to.