Page 56 of Wild & Worthy

Fuck. Me.

She finishes crawling in and rolls onto her back, hair spilling across my seat, chest still heaving from the dance floor. I don't hesitate. I climb in after her, haul the door shut, and rip my shirt off in one pull. I'm on her before either of us can think.

Her legs open on instinct, like her body already knows I belong there. I settle between her thighs, my weight pressing her into the seat, and kiss her. I kiss her hard, with all the urgency from inside the bar still burning between us. She whimpers against my mouth and shifts restlessly beneath me, her arms sliding over the bare skin of my back, nails just starting to dig in.

I catch both her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, stretching her out beneath me. "No. No touching, Addie. Not until I say you can." Her pulse hammers under my fingers. "Do you understand? Not until you beg me."

An incoherent, breathy moan escapes her lips. It’s not a yes or a no, just pure want and need.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

"Don't you dare," she manages.

Thank fuck.

Still gripping her wrists above her head, I take her mouth once more, deep and unhurried. Then I kiss along the side of her jaw and work my way down her neck. My free hand finds her thigh and hitches it up around my hip, squeezing hard enough that she gasps against my ear, hard enough to leave a mark on her skin.

Then I release her thigh and drag the neckline of her tank top down, one perky breast spilling out. The sight makes me breathless. One pink nipple, already hard and waiting. Fuuuck me. I roll it between my thumb and finger, slowly savoring the way she strains against my grip on her wrists.

"Chace!" she whimpers, and that's all it takes.

I move my mouth from her neck and close it over her peaked nipple, sucking hard, releasing it with a light nip of my teeth that makes her arch into me. She's lost beneath me, moaning in pure pleasure, fueling me on. I free her other breast and give it the same attention while my calloused palm works the first one. She's coming undone for me, and I’ve barely even begun.

I flatten my hand against her chest, between her breasts, and slowly drag it down. Over her ribs, her stomach, feeling her breathing quicken beneath my palm. Her hips lift, trying to hurry me along, but I press her back into the seat and take my time reaching the waistband of her skirt.

"Chace—" I don’t know if it’s a plea or a curse. I just know it drives me wild.

“Patience, Sunshine.” I slip my hand beneath her skirt and slowly move up her inner thigh. Her breath catches, her whole body trembling beneath me.

When I finally reach her center, I find her soaked. Drenched straight through that little scrap of fabric standing in my way of feeling her. "Fuck, Addie. You're so damn wet." I groan against her throat, barely recognizing my own voice. "All this for me?"

I graze a knuckle across the outside of her panties, the lightest touch over exactly where she needs me, and she lets out a moan that runs straight through me.

"Chace, touch me."

There it is, but I need more. “Say please, Addie.”

“Please, you insufferable ass.”

I laugh, but I take it. I pull her thong aside and slide my fingers through her slick heat, rubbing slow circles over her clit. Her head tips back, lips parting as I watch the pleasure take over her face.

“You like that, baby?” I whisper.

She doesn't answer me, just rolls her hips against my hand, begging for more. Begging me to slip inside her

"Eyes on me, Addie. Eyes on me, or this stops." I pull my hand from between her thighs, and she whines at the loss, eyes snapping to mine, glassy and furious. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, one at a time, holding her stare while I taste how sweet she is. Her eyes blaze with desire.

I reach back down and spread her open with two fingers, sinking one inside her. She’s tight and hot, clenching around me like she never wants to let go. Then I slip in a second, stretching her, and the sound she makes is obscene. I pump in and out, slow and deep, learning what makes her breath catch. Her moans grow louder, and I cover her mouth with mine, muffling them with a kiss.

“Please. Please let me touch you,” she pleads, and I instantly release my grip on her wrists.

She doesn’t waste a second of her freedom. While I stroke her, curling my fingers in a way that makes her whole body jolt, her hands go straight for my belt. She makes quick work of it, then reaches inside and wraps her hand around my cock. I groan into her mouth as she starts to stroke me.

"Fuck, Addie. I don't think I'm going to make it."

She grins up at me, flushed and wrecked and so damn pleased with herself. "Come for me, Cowboy."

Fuck me. This woman.