Page 16 of The Wildest One

“Every word of that.” I put a finger under her chin. “Unless you don’t want me to ravage you …”

Her legs were still circled around me, and she tightened them. “That’s not the case at all.”

“What is the case, then?”

She moved her hair off her shoulders. “Do you just want to hear me say it?”

Even though my dick was fucking begging to be released, I still voiced, “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Beck.”

I moved my lips to her throat, inhaling more of that erotic scent. “And what do you want me to do to you?”

“You’re really trying to drag me out of my shell, aren’t you?”

“By the end of the three nights, if you want my tongue on your pussy, I expect you to climb up my body and sit on my face. That’s the level of comfort I’m talking about. But in order to getthere, we have to start here.” I waited, and when she didn’t reply, I added, “Tell me, Jolie, what do you want?”

“I want you to get me naked,” she whispered.

Words, I could tell, weren’t easy for her to say.

Since my mouth was just above the zipper of her sweatshirt, I kissed around her jaw while I lowered the metal slider all the way to the bottom. Once it was unlatched, I peeled the material off her arms and dropped it on the floor. Beneath, she had on a tight shirt that was tucked into her jeans, and I lifted the top over her head, leaving her in just her bra. I kept that on while I got to work on her pants, pulling those down her legs while taking off her sneakers at the same time.

What was left was a black pair of panties, made of what appeared to be satin, and a matching bra that pushed her tits high on her chest.

I ran my hand over the top of my head as I stared at her, taking in every fucking inch. “You have no idea what I’m looking at right now or what I’m thinking … do you?”

“You mean, my body?”

I nodded.

“I would guess it looks like most others that you do this same thing with.”

I let out enough air that made it sound like a laugh. “No.”

“No?”

“Not even close.” I slid my hands up to the highest part of her thighs, stopping at the edge of her panties. “I want these off.”

“Okay.”

I yanked them off her hips and down the legs that I’d just touched, and once they were out of my hand, I gripped the back of her bra. “This too.”

When she held her arms out straight, I unhooked the two parts and dragged the straps past her biceps, her tits falling fromthe cups before her bra joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.

“Jolie … fucking Jolie.” My head shook as I took her all in. The soft creaminess of her pale skin. The curves of her waist, the roundness of her ass. The dips of each tit—not large, but just big enough—with her light-pink nipples. And hanging past her shoulders, stretching almost to the flatness of her stomach, were those wild red locks. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re funny.”

“I’m not joking.” I made no attempt to hide which part of her I was staring at. “Shit, I’ve never seen a woman more perfect in my life.” My eyes squinted, my teeth gnawing away at my lip until I swore I tasted blood. “This is going to be so much fucking fun.”

Her head pointed down, breaking eye contact.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

A bashful expression covered her face as she glanced up.

I was about a foot away, giving myself enough room to really look at her. But I came in closer, holding her cheeks, speaking near her mouth. “When I say to you that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen naked—or ever seen, period—tell me you believe me.”