Page 24 of Wild Hearts (Ruby Ridge #1)

A growl tears from my chest as her head falls back with a gasp, and I drag my lips along her jaw, down her neck, biting just hard enough to make her shiver.

“You think I don’t feel something?” I snarl against her skin.

“You think I haven’t been losing my fucking mind ever since you walked into my life like a goddamn hurricane in heels? ”

She yanks my hair hard. “Then stop running like an asshole and do something about it.”

“You’re not ready for what I’d do to you if I let go,” I say, thrusting against her again.

Her body arches, a strangled moan escaping her lips.

“Try me.”

My hands slide up her thighs, my rough palms gliding beneath the soft cotton of her dress, the fabric bunching around my wrists as I reach the top. She gasps against my mouth, breath hitching when I press into the heat between her legs and feel it—her panties, soaked through.

I smile against her lips, my chest heaving as I stare down at her like she’s the only fucking thing I’ve ever wanted.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” I whisper, my fingers dragging along her slick slit, making her flinch, “and you’re already this fucking wet for me.”

A soft, breathy moan escapes her as her hips jerk toward my hand. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking, urging me closer. “I fucking hate you,” she manages to say, arching her back to my touch.

I crush my mouth to hers again, to shut her up. Sliding my hand between her legs, I shove past her panties, sinking two fingers into her tight, wet cunt.

Her walls clamp down around me like she’s already there, every inch of her dragging me deeper. I fuck her with my fingers slow at first, watching the way her body jerks, the way her breath stutters, the way she moans into my mouth like she can’t take it .

Jesus, she looks so fucking beautiful like this.

“You don’t look like you hate me, princess,” I finally say.

My fingers stay buried deep inside her, locked in place like I’m daring her to pull away. “If you want me to stop, say it. Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside this perfect pussy.”

Her thighs tighten around my hips.

“Don’t stop.”

That’s all I needed to hear to absolutely lose it.

I curl my fingers, hitting that spot I know will ruin her. My fingers drag along it with purpose, feeling the way her walls pulse around me. Her breath breaks apart the second I do it, a raw cry slipping from her throat as her body jerks beneath my hand.

Her head tips back, her pretty pink lips parted, and her chest rises fast with every pump of my fingers in her. She’s falling apart right in my hands, and she looks fucking perfect.

Like a goodman angel.

So gorgeous. So mine .

My mouth waters, thick with need, and the only thing in my head is the taste of her. I feel like I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t have her on my tongue. I keep my fingers buried in her soaked cunt, dropping to my knees at the edge of the tailgate, gravel crunching beneath my boots.

She’s spread out in front of me, legs open, pussy dripping, every inch of her daring me to fall apart.

I fell apart the moment I laid my eyes on her. Catalina looks like an angel, and I’m about to bury myself between her legs.

I trail open-mouthed kisses up her trembling thigh, dragging my beard across her skin just to hear the way she whimpers, feeling the way her muscles tighten under my hands. She’s shaking—barely holding on—and I haven’t even fucking started yet. When I reach the soft, soaked center of her, I pause.

Fuck.

She’s soaked.

Her pussy glistens, begging for my mouth. My cock kicks hard in my jeans, pressing painfully against the denim, but I ignore it. Every ounce of me is locked on the perfect mess between her thighs.

“Fuck,” I rasp, staring like she’s the first and last meal I’ll ever have. “Look at you, darlin’. This pussy’s practically crying for me.”

She moans, her hips twitch instinctively, thighs falling open a little more, but not enough.

“Catalina,” I growl against her inner thigh, “spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let me get a taste of this pretty pussy.”

She whimpers, arching her back as she obeys, her hips canting forward, inviting me in.

Good fucking girl.

I drag my tongue up her soaked, glistening pussy, lapping up every fucking drop she gives me.

I groan against her swollen clit, letting the sound vibrate into her, and she jolts—fisting her hands in my hair, pulling like she doesn’t know whether she wants to push me away or ride my face into the tailgate.

“Carter,” she sobs, her voice cracking.

“Say it again,” I snarl, my mouth hot against her, curling my fingers inside her, finding that sweet, swollen spot that makes her hips jerk and her walls clench like they’re trying to pull me deeper.

“CARTER!” she gasps, pure fucking agony and pleasure tangled together .

I bare my teeth, sucking her clit between my lips, devouring her like the fucking starved man I am. She thrashes beneath me, her hips grinding against my face, and I hold her there, swallowing every fucking drop.

“Come for me, Catalina,” I growl, flicking my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves. “Right here, baby. All over my tongue. Let me taste how sweet my girl is, let me fucking drown in it.”

Her whole body seizes, her legs clamp around my head, hips bucking wildly as she shatters apart, screaming my name like a prayer to a God. Her face is flushed a perfect shade of pink, her body slick with sweat, and her hair’s a wild, gorgeous mess.

Fucking stunning.

I press hot, open-mouthed kisses to her thighs as I drag myself up her body. My hands find her hips, then her waist, then her flushed, ruined face. I brush her damp hair from her cheeks, and cup her jaw, letting her see the way I look at her—like I’d fucking kill to keep her.

“You’re mine, darlin’.”

She swallows hard, chest heaving as her head falls back, completely wrecked, completely perfect.

“Say it,” I demand, nipping at the soft skin of her throat.

She swallows hard, lashes fluttering, her voice nothing more than a ruined breath.

“Yours.”

A brutal kind of satisfaction splinters into my chest.

My forehead drops to hers, breathing her in, letting the moment fucking bury itself under my skin.

“You good, baby?” I whisper, brushing my thumb over her swollen, spit-slick lips. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

She nods, still breathless.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, princess.”