Page 15 of The Wildest One

My face went to her neck. Given her age, I expected a scent that was light, fruity, even extra sweet.

Scents that did fucking nothing for me.

But what I inhaled off her skin was a sexy aroma, filled with vanilla and amber. My eyes closed while I took another breath of her, and when I felt like it was enough—even though it wasn’t even close to enough—I placed my lips in front of hers. This new position caused her to take a quick intake of air.

“Naked when we go out, no. I wouldn’t share what’s mine—and that’s what you will be over these next couple of days.”

“Yours.Huh.” She rubbed her tongue over the inside of her top teeth. “Does that mean we’ll be stopping by my dorm to grab clothes?”

“Your dorm,” I echoed. A seven-year age gap wasn’t an eternity, but if I considered the amount of life I’d experienced between twenty and now, it was. Still, a fucking twenty-year-old?Jesus Christ. “If you need clothes, I’ll have those delivered too. You’ll want or need for nothing while I’m with you—I give you my word.”

“I believe you.”

My hand went to her neck, and I tilted her face up at me. “You just need to make me one promise.”

“What?”

I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip. “Over these next three nights, you hold nothing in. If you want something, say it. If you need something, tell me. If you want to scream, I want you to let it out.”

Her lips parted with my thumb still on them. “If I want something …”

“Let’s say … if you want me to lick your pussy while you’re taking a shower. If you want to know what it tastes like to drink champagne off my dick. If you’re coming so hard that you can’t hold in the moans, but you’re worried someone in the next room will hear you—those are the kinds of things I’m talking about. Hold nothing back.”

“God, you’re dirty.”

I let out a small moan. “Is that a promise?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Now fucking kiss me.”

I waited for her to close the distance between us, to put her lips on mine before I went in for a real kiss. And once I did, I slid in my tongue, deepening what she was lightly giving to me, and that confirmed every question I’d been wondering—how she’d taste, how her mouth was going to feel, and how she’d react the second my tongue touched hers.

As I devoured her, her body went completely limp, and I held her weight against the mirrored wall. Her taste was even more incredible than I’d thought it would be, the feel of her exactly what I was looking for, her softness reaching a level of innocence.

But everything I was learning—like the fact that she knew how to move her lips, but didn’t seem overly experienced—told me she wouldn’t ever take charge.

That would be on me.

And that was just what I wanted.

I pulled back as the doors behind us opened, a quiet ding signaling that we’d reached my floor, and her eyelids slowly lifted, her hand instantly going to her lips.

Not to wipe them.

More like she couldn’t fucking believe what had just happened.

“Come with me.” I reached for her other hand and led her out of the elevator and down the hallway to my suite at the end. I waved the plastic key card in front of the reader, allowing her to enter before I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and turning her toward me. “That wasn’t enough.”

Her hands went to my shoulders. “Our kiss?”

“The taste of you—I need more.” I picked her up, wrapping her around me, her body weighing nothing compared to the weights I lifted. I carried her through the living room area, past the balcony, and into the bedroom, setting her on top of the dresser.

“Looks like you’re wasting no time.”

“Do you remember what I said to you at the bar about time?” I gripped the wooden ledge on either side of her.

“It’s something you don’t have. Therefore, you don’t waste any when it comes to going after what you want. And right now, what you want is me.”