Page 6 of Sweet Escape (Whispering Oaks Ranch #1)

This isn’t me. I don’t sleep with strangers. I can count my partners on one hand. Worse than that, I can count my partner-induced orgasms on two—including the ones this man so graciously delivered only minutes ago.

Everything about Wilder lives up to his name, from the smattering of hair on his chest, to the hard planes of his body, and the ass you could bounce a quarter off of.

Every hard inch of him is on display. I can’t tear my eyes away from the hand that’s working over his shaft as his eyes eat up every inch of my body.

There’s a lot of me to take in, and I should wither under his gaze, but all I feel is his intense desire mingling with my own.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way Wilder is.

The bed dips as he crawls over me, laying tantalizing kisses along my hips and thighs before trailing over my torso and breasts.

When he gets to my lips, he gives me a lazy kiss and settles himself between my legs.

The tip of his cock brushes against my clit.

“I have a condom, but I want to feel you bare. Is that okay?”

I should say no, but I don’t. “Yes. I want you. ”

He rests his elbow above my head, his fingers tangling in my hair while his other hand grips his shaft, lining it up at my entrance. My body tenses, waiting for the intrusion, and the tiny movement doesn’t go unnoticed. “Relax. Promise I’ll take good care of you…”

I exhale a shaky breath and nod for him to continue, sighing as the first inch slips inside. I already feel so full, and we still have a long way to go.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.” He pulls back and slowly pushes forward, hitting me deeper still, repeating the motion until he’s fully seated. “Goddamn, Liv. You feel incredible.”

The vein on his neck pops out as he struggles to hold onto his restraint. But I don’t want that; I want him to give me everything. I want him wild and reckless.

“Stop holding back, baby,” I whisper, cupping his cheek in a gesture that’s far too familiar for whatever this is. To counteract the tenderness, I weave my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to mine, playfully nipping at his lips between kisses.

The last thread of his restraint finally gives out.

He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, fucking me fast and deep with each snap of his hips.

The angle is delicious, and I’m already dangling on the precipice, my third orgasm just barely out of reach.

As if sensing my distress, he brings one hand between us, pinching and rolling my clit between two fingers.

The friction is just what I need to send me over the edge, my legs shaking with the force of my release.

“Fuck. You feel too good.” He pulls out, squeezing the base of his shaft, and my brows furrow in confusion. “I’m not done with you yet. Get on all fours for me.”

Once I’m in position, he kneads my ass in his palms, before skating one hand up my spine to wrap my hair around his fist. The small bite of pain has a moan slipping through my lips.

In an instant, he’s thrusting balls deep into my tight pussy, setting a bruising pace.

“I’m gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of you. ”

The deep timbre of his voice, combined with his filthy words, consumes me. I’ve never gone without a condom before, but I want what he’s offering more than I’m willing to admit—even to myself.

“Do you want that, Livie? Want me to come inside this tight cunt?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“The name’s Wilder, but I can be your God tonight.”

After a few more shallow thrusts, he stills, letting out a guttural groan as he spills inside me. His gorgeous body is slick with sweat as he stares at where his cum drips onto the comforter. There’s a satisfied expression on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Fucking hell, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says breathlessly. “Stay right there.”

I rest my head on my forearms as he stalks to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet washcloth and his T-shirt. He cleans me up and tugs his previously discarded shirt over my head before pulling back the comforter on the side closest to the window.

“Get in, Pretty Girl. We need to rest up before the drive tomorrow.”He settles me under the covers with so much care that it makes my chest ache.

I was with Jake for three years, and I don’t remember a time when he did anything like this for me.

Not to mention the lack of orgasms. My mind used to wander to mundane things, and Jake never cared to help me get there, even when I explained my issues.

It was always a quick fuck, and then he’d be snoring.

Wilder kept me focused on him—on us—without even trying. He'll never know what a gift he’s given me. I want to live in this moment forever, to bask in the afterglow and drown in the comfort of having Wilder at my back.

On instinct, I bring my lips to his in a brief kiss. “Night, Wilder.”

“Goodnight, birthday girl.”

Wilder

I lie in bed watching her sleep for a while, tracking the rise and fall of her chest, her breaths escaping through parted lips, and the eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she dreams. I glide the tip of my finger over the bridge of her nose.

“What are you dreaming about, Pretty Girl?” I whisper.

She’s impossibly beautiful as the soft glow of the moon cascades through the window, casting her in an ethereal light.

What am I doing?

This was fucking reckless. I hardly know this woman, and we’ll probably never see each other after I drop her off in Nashville. Why does that thought grate?

I slip out of bed and pad over to the windows, looking out over the Memphis skyline as I slump into the armchair in the corner. My gaze keeps straying from one view to the next, from the lights dancing on the water to the gorgeous woman wearing my shirt.

I want more of her, but I can’t ask her to give herself over to me when I’m not willing to do the same in return. This has to be a one-time thing. I’m far too broken for the angel sleeping next to me.

Don’t get attached, Wilder. Nothing good ever lasts.