“Get a fucking room!” someone shouts from across the street. It’s followed with a cackle of laughter, and the outside world pops the bubble of intimacy we’ve gotten lost in.
A flush works up my cheeks as we break apart, but there’s no shame to my embarrassment. One little make-out session with this man did nothing to quench the desire between us. If anything, it only lit it on fire.
“Do you . . . maybe wanna . . .” I can’t believe I’m suggesting this. I don’t do one-night stands. I’m a relationship kind of girl. But . . . this is different. He is different. “Want to come back to my place?”
His lips tick up with a grin, one that sends butterflies through my entire belly. “Yeah.”
Part of my mind is screaming What the hell do you think you’re doing, but the other part, she’s throwing up high fives and fist bumps like I just struck gold. Maybe they’re both right; this is a recipe for heartache. I’m already attached to him even if I know he’s leaving in a few hours. But Jenn’s words from earlier today play on repeat, and I know I’d regret it more if we say our good-byes now.
“Come on.” I take his hand in mine. “I live a few blocks from here.”
Wilder
Her place is tidy and cute, even if it is on the small side. She flicks on a lamp and I follow her past the living space. It’s bright. Cheery. Just like her.
“Jenn’s room is in there, and this is me.” She stops at the threshold and turns, her gaze lifting slowly. A shy smile presses her lips together. It hits me that she’s probably never done this before. She’s not the kind of woman who picks up vagabond musicians, that’s clear from our earlier conversation. I’m deeply honored to be here, welcomed into her space and maybe even her heart, even if it’s only for one night.
I step forward, my body brushing against hers, as I lift my hand and cup her cheek. “Hey, no pressure, okay? We can do as much as you want—or as little. I just want to be here with you.”
She nibbles her lip, almost as if warring with herself, or coming to a decision. When her gaze lifts to mine, gone is the timid girl. Her eyes blaze with an intense focus that sends my pulse racing. She reaches for me, her hand sliding around my waist and tugging me closer so our bodies are flush. Her chest heaves with her breath. “I want you. I want this.”
Fuck. There’s nothing sexier than a woman asking for what she desires. My cock strains in my jeans, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric as I grow hard. I have to kiss her again. Dipping my chin, I capture her soft lips—cherry sweet from her lip gloss.
Her fingers dig into my body, holding me as if I might try to run. She has no clue. There’s nothing that could drag me from this moment. I’ve never wanted someone so badly. Maybe that should scare me, but I fully enjoy being cast under her spell.
I walk us further inside her room, not breaking our kiss. Or at least attempting to. My foot bumps against something, and she giggles as we stumble, crashing to her bed in an ungraceful heap. She props up on her elbow and reaches over my body, grabbing clothes and tossing them to the floor. “Sorry. It’s messy. I wasn’t expecting company.” She pushes away as if she might actually clean her room right now.
“Simone.” I reach for her cheek and tilt her gaze back to mine. “I live in a van.”
She chuckles, sinking back down onto the bedding.
I tug her to me, delighting in the way her laughter sounds muffled against my chest. There’s a comfortability I have with her, despite the fact we’ve only known each other for a day. It strikes me again how special this moment is. The connection we have is rare, something to be cherished. An almost primal urge comes over me—to please her, to make this good. For her pleasure to take center stage.
My lips find hers. Licking. Sucking. Claiming her and erasing anyone who’s ever had the pleasure of kissing them before. My hands slide along her body. Over her jean-clad hips until her skin is beneath the pads of my fingertips.
“Wild.” She pants as I explore beneath her T-shirt. Cupping her small breasts over her bra, I rub a thumb against her puckered nipple. She shivers and rolls her hips against my leg. She’s so responsive. So beautiful. So real and perfect.
She pulls back and I almost argue. But she shrugs out of her jacket and kicks off her shoes—each one landing with a thump against her floor. I love where this is going. She sits up, finding my gaze in the light that shines from her open doorway. “You want to join me for a no pants party?”
“Uh, yes,” I deadpan, then scramble to catch up with her. Unlacing my Docs and dropping them to the floor. “I’ve always wanted an invite to one of those.”
She giggles, rolling her eyes as she unbuttons her jeans. “I hardly think that’s a problem for you.” She lies back to scoot them off her hips and I reach out to help peel them from her legs. Jesus. In her bra and panties, she’s literally every guy’s wet dream. My lips want to trace every inch of her body. My fingers ache to memorize the feel of her body. She steals the breath from my chest and I can’t look away.
“Wild?” She bites her lip, almost as if she’s nervous. Or maybe it’s my unabashed staring.
I should stop. But I can’t. I don’t want to. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
“Oh stop,” she whispers on a laugh.
“No. I won’t.” I chuck my T-shirt, then do the same with my jeans, keeping my eyes on her. She scoots back along the bed, propped up on her elbows. I climb toward her, sliding my hands up her legs. Gripping her knees, I push them open and spread her wide. “Fucking gorgeous.” I drop my stomach to the bed, and kiss the inside of one thigh. My mouth salivates at the idea of eating her out. Her pussy is so close. My fingers play with the edge of her panties. “Can I?” I swallow, overcome with a surge of desire that’s almost heady. “I want to kiss you here.” My hand runs over her mound.
“Yes.” Her chin nods an approval, but she gasps when I brush her clit, circling her bundle of nerves with my thumb. My body tightens with anticipation. It’s going to be so damn good making her come. With her help, I remove her underwear and settle between her legs again. If this position makes her uncomfortable, it evaporates the minute my lips kiss along her seam.
“Yes. Right there.” Her breaths grow heavy and I work my tongue, fingers, and mouth in unison to bring her to the edge. Her fingers dig into my hair, urging me forward and sending desire throughout my body. My cock is so damn hard, but I refuse to grant myself relief until I get her there.
“Yes! Oh, my! Please!” She writhes, bucking her hips and pulling at my hair. I don’t even think she realizes what she’s saying or doing; that’s how consumed she is by her own pleasure. If I weren’t so focused on keeping her there, I’d throw a fist into the air in triumph. Making a woman come, especially the first time being intimate, is no easy task.
Her legs squeeze together, another moan leaving her lips. She simultaneously attempts to pull me close and push me away as her orgasm climaxes. The taste of her arousal hits my mouth and a grin spreads on my lips as I lick and tease her clit long after she starts to come down.
“Oh, my God. Wild. Enough,” she says, out of breath.