Page 5 of Sweet Escape (Whispering Oaks Ranch #1)

Fuckin’

? Worst Way - Riley Green

Wilder

I listen for the sound of running water, then tuck the small slip of paper away in my wallet as I tamp down on the urge to barge into the bathroom and join her. Olivia is a breath of fresh air, all soft curves and sunshine—everything I’m not. I should keep my distance.

I rifle through my bag, searching for my toothbrush and a shirt to wear to bed, sensing that my usual state of undress might be somewhat inappropriate for our situation.

The shower turns off, and I can’t help but picture her wet and naked, wearing nothing but a towel.

As if in answer to my unspoken desire, the door creaks open and her head peeks out, giving me a glimpse of her damp hair and the droplets of water trailing down what little I can see of her body.

Fuck. Me.

It’s even better than I imagined. I should send her piece- of-shit ex a thank you basket for letting her slip through his fingers.

“Um. Wilder? I forgot to bring my clothes. Would you mind setting my bag outside the door?”

“Sure. No problem.” I place the suitcase exactly where she wants it, then step back into the bedroom to give her some privacy. The sound of a zipper opening reaches my ears first, followed swiftly by an enthusiastic curse. “Everything okay?”

“No. I must’ve grabbed the wrong suitcase.

I’m so fucked.” I glance back as she holds up a pair of barely there lace panties, her face pulled into a frown.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised. The universe obviously has it out for me.

” She tosses the underwear back where it belongs and kicks the suitcase away from the door.

“Do you have a change of clothes in your carry-on?”

She shakes her head.

“Here.” I toss her the plain white t-shirt I pulled out of my bag, tearing my eyes away from the tempting swells of her breasts. “You can borrow this.”

She catches it with one hand as the other holds her towel in place. Fuck, I wish she’d let it drop.

Olivia quietly closes the bathroom door, and I busy myself getting ready for bed, flipping off the overhead lights so the space is lit by only a single lamp above the nightstand.

Liv returns a short while later with her hair dried and her face bare.

My shirt does nothing to hide her body, barely covering her ass, and her thick thighs are on full display as she pads across the carpet.

The sight of Olivia in my shirt feels like a privilege I haven’t earned, but I’m going to take it all in anyway.

As she steps around the corner, she trips on the stranger’s suitcase, and the stack of clothes she’d been carrying tumbles to the floor.

My gaze lands on a pair of black lace panties, then moves to Liv as she bends to pick them up, giving me a peek at what lies beneath my shirt.

Something inside me snaps, like a rubber band being pulled taut.

I step into her space and cage her against the wall, placing one hand on either side of her head, cursing myself for the lapse in self-control. I tug the balled-up panties from her fist and shove them into the back pocket of my jeans.

She’s not wearing a bra, and her ample chest brushes against mine with each ragged inhale. Our synchronized breaths are the only sound in the quiet of the darkened hotel room.

I scan her face, hungrily taking in the deep blush flooding her cheeks and accentuating the freckles dotting across her nose. There’s a beauty mark on her right cheekbone I hadn't noticed earlier. It’s such a small detail, but I catalogue it anyway.

Every version of this woman is stunning, but the one I’m seeing now, stripped down like a goddamn gift, is absolutely breathtaking. She makes me want to be reckless.

It’s been years since I’ve kissed a woman, and I had no desire or inclination to do so until I met Liv. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since she sat down on the plane.

I can’t decide if I want to consume her or be consumed by her.

How has it only been hours, and I’m already about to fall to my knees just for a taste?

“Wilder…” The way she says my name has my pulse skyrocketing. Her eyes dip to my lips, and she leans forward, hesitating briefly before pulling back again.

Is she as terrified as I am?

“Kiss me.”

“We shouldn’t,” I murmur, my hot breath fanning across her sweet lips.

She looks up at me through thick lashes, wanting, pleading with me to take her. My hand tangles in her hair, tugging on the roots to angle her head exactly where I want her. A breath escapes her parted lips, but I don’t close the distance. Not yet.

My conscience tells me to walk away, but every fiber of my being is begging me to take her. This isn’t rational, or sensible—so why does it feel so goddamn right?

“I can’t.” I try to remember my last kiss, but the memory is barely a flicker before it fades, and the beautiful distraction in front of me steals the last of my resolve.

She lays her soft hand on my cheek, gliding her thumb along my beard. “Please.”

Her breathy plea unravels me. I can’t deny this thing between us any longer.

“Fuck it.” I slant my lips over hers, getting my first taste of the woman who’s somehow clawed her way under my skin in less than a day. The kiss is hot and demanding. I lick along the seam of her lips, and she opens for me.

So. Fucking. Sweet .

I nip at her bottom lip. She gasps, and I feel her smile against me. This woman is going to be my undoing.

A low rumble vibrates through me as I grip her hips and spin her away, tracing the line of her neck with my lips and tongue. My right hand trails around her side and under my T-shirt, lying gently across her soft belly.

She braces her palms against the wall, pushing her ass back into my groin. Her chest heaves with each brush of my beard against her soft flesh, and her quiet whimper sends a signal straight to my dick.

“Tell me what you want, birthday girl.” I pluck one perfect, pink nipple between my fingers, and she exhales a stuttered breath. Fuck , it’s been so long since I’ve had a woman to worship.

She threads her fingers through my hair, holding my face against her neck. I suck on her pulse point, marking her.

“P-please,” she whines. “Touch me. ”

“Where should I touch you?” I ask, gliding my hand down the outside of her lush thigh. “Here?”

“No.”

I slide inward, closer to where I know she wants me, but not quite there.“What about here?”

She growls like a feral kitten, and I can’t contain my laugh.

“So impatient,” I say. “Spread your legs for me.”

Olivia shifts her feet apart as I glide my hand between her delicious thighs. She trembles beneath my touch, her body responding like she was made for me.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a breathy sigh as I circle her sensitive clit, her bare pussy already wet with arousal.

“Did you touch yourself in the shower, Livie?”

To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”

“Did you come?”

She nods, and I slide two fingers inside her tight cunt, earning myself a strangled moan.

“What did you think about?”

“I—oh, fuck.” She curses as I crook my fingers and slide my thumb over her clit in tandem. “You.”

“Mmm. Bet you’ve always wanted to be fucked by a cowboy, haven’t you, Pretty Girl?”

She clamps down on my fingers again, and I know she’s only a few strokes away from detonating.

“Fuck. You’re gripping me so tight.” Maintaining a steady rhythm, I add the slightest bit of extra pressure, fervently stroking her inner walls.I tilt her head to take her mouth in a filthy kiss just in time to swallow her cries of ecstasy as she plummets into pure bliss.

Before she can come down from the high, I drop to my knees, spread her cheeks, and bury my face between her thighs, licking up every drop of her release.

She instinctively bends at the waist, pushing her ass out to give me better access, each stroke of my tongue driving her higher and higher.

It’s not long before she’s coming a second time, barely able to hold herself up on shaky legs.

I stand and spin her to face me, taking in her artfully disheveled appearance—flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. I sweep the hair off her forehead and kiss her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“I need you inside me,” she says breathlessly.

“You want my cock?”

She nods, and I tug my shirt off over my head. “Holy shit,” she says, staring at my chest.

“Eyes up here, Cupcake.” With two fingers, I tilt her head to meet my gaze. “Say it.”

“I need…” She hesitates on the last word, and it’s so goddamn adorable.

“Say cock, Livie.”

A low rumble reverberates through her chest, and I nip at her bottom lip, silently urging her on.

“I want your cock.”

A guttural sound escapes me. “Fuck yes.” I wrap my arms around her curvy body, guiding her backward toward the bed. “Are you on birth control?”

She bounces once when I push her onto the mattress, her blonde hair fanning out over the comforter, creating a golden halo.

“I’m on the pill,” she says. “Please, Wilder.”

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m going to savor every second of this night, starting with the view. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She spreads her legs, lifting my shirt to rest under her breasts. As much as I love the look of her in my clothes, I need more.

“Take it off. I want to see everything.”

She boldly tosses my shirt over the side of the bed, giving me a peek at her pink pebbled nipples just begging to be sucked.“Your turn. Take off the pants.”

“Are we feeling bossy all of a sudden?” I ask over the clatter of my belt hitting the floor. My jeans and boxers follow suit until I’m standing naked at the foot of the bed, stroking my rigid length. “What now?”

She huffs out a frustrated breath. “You know what.”

“Mmm… but I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me, Wilder. Hard. Fast. Dirty.”

“Atta girl.”

Olivia

He’s thick, and rock hard, and…

What the fuck am I doing?