Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

He pushed her legs farther apart, widening her stance, and then slowly stroked his hands up her firm, silky smooth thighs, reveling in her soft sigh of pleasure. Grasping the sides of her panties, he buried his face against her stomach and lavished her belly with soft, damp kisses as he dragged her underwear down her legs and helped her step out of them. Then he sat back and looked his fill of this incredibly sexy, half-dressed woman.

Her voluptuous breasts were bared, and in front of him was the sweetest, softest female flesh imaginable. He reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers over her feminine mound, then skimmed lower, sliding one long finger between those pouty lips to where she was hot and slick with desire.

Her legs trembled. "Stop teasing me," she rasped.

Ignoring her demand, he grinned up at her, deliberately stroking her slower, deeper, heightening the tension building within her. "Remember that night in the truck?" he murmured as he leaned forward, sucked on a patch of skin on the inside of her thigh, and marked her with a love bite before lapping his tongue all the way up to her sex. "You did a whole lot of teasing of your own. Now it's my turn to get even."

She moaned her protest and then inhaled a quick breath when he spread her open with his fingers and finally took her with his mouth. Her back arched against the wall, and her hand twisted in his hair as he slid his tongue along her cleft and delved deep into that hidden pool of honeyed heat, coaxing her into a heady, sexual spell of exquisite wanting.

Three times he brought Mia to the brink of release, teasing her with the promise of an orgasm until she was squirming and writhing and begging him to please, please, please let her come.

He would. But not yet. He intended to be buried deep inside her when she climaxed.

With that plan in mind, he stood back up and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. His erection strained against his jeans, full and hot and heavy, pulsing with every heartbeat. Mia's hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling anxiously with the snap, then the zipper, until she was holding his thickened shaft in her hand. She squeezed and stroked his hard length, and his entire body jerked when her thumb glided over the sensitive tip.

She broke their kiss, panting. "Cameron, I need you inside me now ."

God, he needed that, too. Gripping the back of her thighs in his hands, he lifted her, spreading her legs wide to accommodate the fit of his hips while Mia pushed the folds of her skirt out of the way and locked her knees against his waist to give him better leverage. The head of his cock slid along her sex, bathing him in her slick moisture, until he found that perfect fit into her body.

He drove into her, high and hard and deep, the force of his penetrating thrust rattling the pictures on the bathroom wall. He immediately stilled, praying the pictures didn't fall and crash to the floor-and send the Wilde family racing upstairs to find out what the commotion was all about. Mia's eyes grew wide, as if she was thinking the same exact thing, and then she burst into infectious giggles.

He pressed his mouth to hers to quiet her, though he was grinning, too. "I'm thinking doing it up against the wall isn't a good idea." But it wasn't as though they had a bed available.

"As good as it feels, I think you're right." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her lower body, and moaned softly as he surged infinitely deeper. She caught her breath. "How about the counter, behind you?"

He glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see the large, flat surface. "That'll work." He'd make it work.

Bracing his hands beneath her bare backside, he turned around and set her on the bathroom counter so her bottom was poised right on the edge. The height was perfect. So was the view of where they were joined.

"Lean back, and keep your legs wrapped around my waist," he said, all too aware of the mirrors surrounding them, which only served to make their tryst more erotic.

She did as he asked, bracing her hands behind her on the counter-a seductive position that ended up being sexy as hell. Her back was arched, and her exposed breasts jutted forward, those taut, rosy nipples so ripe and sweet-looking his mouth watered for another taste. Her tousled hair fell around her face and shoulders like a cloud of midnight silk and then there were the strong, pale thighs gripping his hips and the electrifying scratch of her leather boots against his bare skin.

With his own hands free, he dragged them up the inside of her thighs, until both of his thumbs were touching her intimately, alternately stroking her clit and caressing the petals of flesh that led to the entrance of her body, where his own lust and need had gathered in a throbbing ache.

She whimpered and wriggled against him, and when that didn't get him to move the way she wanted and needed, she clenched her inner muscles around him. The effect was like being sucked into the softest, tightest, hottest of sheaths, and he groaned and instinctively thrust into her. Except once wasn't enough, not when his body was urging him to move harder, deeper, faster, and give into climax simmering just below the surface.

With his fingers still coaxing her higher, he leaned forward and captured one of her pert nipples between his lips. He swirled his tongue over the velvet soft aureole, and grazed his teeth across the pearled tip before doing the same with her other breast. With her hands immobile, she couldn't do anything but let him have his way with her… as she'd promised him downstairs.

But as her breathing quickened, escalated, so did the long, smooth pumping of his hips and the friction and pressure of his thumb against her clit. He felt her orgasm building, climbing, and he lifted his head from her breasts so he could watch the slow, dazzling way she came apart just for him.

She was like his every fantasy come to life. So sexy. So intoxicating to every one of his senses. Her beautiful breasts bounced softly with each of his successive thrusts, the muscles in her thighs quivered, and her head fell back as her body convulsed around his and her climax swept her away.

Her lips parted, but before she could let loose a cry of pleasure, he covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her, as hard and deep as their bodies were fused, and groaned right along with her as they both crashed over the edge of a stunning, spine-tingling orgasm.

Long minutes later, her warm sigh drifted along the side of his neck while her hands caressed beneath his shirt and up along his damp back. "You are so addicting," she murmured huskily.

So was she. In every way.

Still buried inside Mia's silky heat, Cameron glanced at her face and the content smile on her lips. She looked happy. Sated. And she was glowing like a woman who'd been well pleasured. He wanted to keep her that way… forever.

Forever his.

The emotion that swelled in his chest at that moment was raw and possessive and incredibly real. And the more time he spent with Mia, the stronger and deeper it grew, crowding places in his heart that had been empty and just waiting for the right woman to come and along and complete the man he was.

That woman was Mia. He knew it. Accepted it. Just as he knew and accepted she wasn't ready to hear he wanted her to be a more permanent part of his life.

Keeping his thoughts to himself, he smiled at her and smoothed the errant strands of hair from her soft, flushed cheek. "Do you think anyone missed us?" he asked, teasing her.

"Do I look like I care?" she said with her usual abundance of sass.

Cameron laughed, though he knew with certainty that she would care if someone came looking for her and found the two of them screwing like rabbits in heat. But he didn't call her on that, either.