Page 51 of The Best Wild Idea (Off-Limits #3)
Silas
My cock throbs each time I push my finger back into her, the walls of her body clenching around me, like a silent prayer to take her.
This moment. The woman of my actual dreams is like putty in my hands for the very first time. Her breath, the way her every move fills me with need, the soft curves of her body being controlled by the motion of my fingers inside her, on her, wrapping desperately around her.
Her lips part, but she keeps her eyes on mine. A line of teeth barely visible behind the soft pillows of her lips.
She is more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined.
The way she looks at me like that, desire filling her eyes with nothing left to clothe her but the softest light of this room.
I reach for her again but she side-steps away from me, suddenly turning around.
The line of her back draws my eyes in, swaying back and forth as she moves toward the mattress, arching her back, then bending over as she lifts one knee up to climb onto the bed.
Once there, she looks back over her shoulder and grins, giving me the most incredible view before tipping onto her side and patting the space right beside her.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me,” I tell her. “I need to grab a condom from my bag.”
After grabbing one, I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself over her, taking in the sight of her lying beneath me.
A thousand times I’ve wanted to experience this, but never thought it right.
For the next moment, we gaze at each other.
Jules grins up at me, looking as incredulous about everything as I feel.
Both of us unsure of how we got here, but charged with the same level of unexpected desire anyway.
“Is this real?” I ask, pushing the hair back from her face. She flushes, light shades of pink and red spreading across her cheeks, bringing out a sexy glow. “If not, it sure as hell beats the dreams I’ve been having about you.”
She bites back a laugh.
“Did you see it coming?” she asks.
“I never let myself imagine any of this,” I tell her, tracing the line of her collarbone with my fingers, unable to keep my eyes off her skin, or the way her hair falls onto the bed right beside me.
“But the real thing might be better than anything I could have imagined. Like these eyes,” I tell her, lightly kissing each eyelid as she closes them for me.
“And how they’re looking at me right now.
” She smiles again, so sweetly, that I nearly dissolve into the bed.
“And don’t even get me started on your smile.
” I kiss her again. “The best songs in the world are all written about this smile.”
Her eyes shine at mine.
“Silas.” She grins, blushing, then tilts her head back, laughing. “Please tell me these lines are not the same ones you’ve used before.”
“You wouldn’t even recognize me with another woman,” I tell her, gruffly. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do. Not even close.”
I kiss her neck and she lifts her jaw higher, giving me space to reach the soft spot beneath her jaw while goosebumps prickle up across her skin. She moans softly as I kiss and nip my way across her.
“And this,” I say, kissing her neck. “This has always been a tease.” I run my tongue the length of her collarbone where my fingertips traced a moment ago.
“A tease?”
“Always making me wonder what lies just south of it,” I tell her as I travel down toward her perfect breasts.
I gently push against her shoulder until she’s lying flat against the mattress, each nipple standing at attention.
“And these,” I say, tucking each into my mouth, one by one, kneading the heavy flesh as it fills my palm. “There are no words for these.”
She laughs, dipping her head back into the pillows behind us, arching her back each time I swirl my tongue around the centers.
“Go on, then” she says, breathlessly, challenging me to go lower. “What else?”
I trace one finger lightly between her breasts, pressing gently when I reach the dip of her bellybutton.
“And then there’s this, which if I remember correctly, used to be pierced back in college.”
She laughs again, pressing her hand over the tiny scar to cover it.
“God, you have a good memory,” she says, then laces her fingers through mine.
“Believe it or not, I remember everything,” I tell her, kissing her hand covering mine.
She draws in a sharp breath as I shift our hands and use my tongue to circle her belly button, leaving a trail of soft kisses against the skin leading down to her hip bones.
“You have no idea how good my memory is when it comes to you,” I say, flicking my tongue over the curve of her hip before pressing another kiss into her skin.
She moans, but lets me keep her fingers laced in mine as I move further south.
“But the rest of you,” I say, eyeing below her hips. “The rest of you is new to me. Never before seen. It might actually turn out to be my most favorite part of all.”
She immediately sobers when she catches me traveling further down her body, taking her all in.
She inhales a quick breath through her teeth when I press a kiss into the space between her thighs.
Then I keep my eyes on hers, our fingers still intertwined, as I drag my tongue down the final folds of her skin, pulling her apart with my fingertips before flicking her with my tongue.
“This is the part I think I must be dreaming about now,” I tell her, positioning myself to finally bring her into my mouth, squeezing her hand in mine. “Because you are absolute perfection,” I tell her when her eyes roll back.
Then I lie between her legs, my cock pressing into the mattress, pulsing sharply at the very first taste of her.
“Then please don’t ever stop,” she moans. And that’s all the permission I need to go on.