Page 30 of Wild Rose (Blue River Springs #1)

He meets my eyes, kissing the inside of my thigh, and I think I hear him shushing me, which only makes me pool hotter between my legs.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for longer than I’ll ever admit, darlin’. But if you don’t want me to, say it.”

“Wilder,” I breathe.

He rises, hovering over my body on the bed, his fingers slicing between my folds. “Yeah, beautiful?”

I writhe under his strokes, panting as I tell him, “Nothing is .?.?. off-limits. I want .?.?. you. Longer than .?.?. I’ll ever admit.”

He watches me for a moment, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking. But whatever it is, it doesn’t slow him down. He pushes two fingers inside me, making me lift off the bed for more.

“Wilder,” I beg.

“Flower.”

I blink. “What?”

“A safe word, in case you find something is off-limits. Or too fast. Or too much.”

I nod.

“Repeat it.”

“Flower,” I pant.

“Good.” He rubs circles against my clit. “You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?”

“Yes.”

“You prepared to beg?”

“No,” I stammer.

He grins. “That’s all right. You will.” With that, he’s back on his knees, spreading me open, and there’s no more talking.

His hot mouth presses against me, and I’m ruined. His kisses, strokes, and licks drive me wild. He’s teasing and taunting instead of driving that tongue into me the way I need.

My back arches, and I cry out, spiraling with pleasure but needing and wanting more.

Catching my clit, he sucks me slow, teasingly, but it’s still so good. I can probably last just like this without the need to beg.

He’ll have to give in soon, won’t he?

I whimper low, fingers digging into the mattress. He picks up speed, finally fucking me with his tongue. “Ohhh,” I cry. “Yes, God, yes. Don’t stop.”

He stops, but doesn’t leave me cold. His fingers replace his mouth and I’m ready to sob.

“Give me what I want, Rose.” He’s relentless.

And I’m shameless.

“ Please , Wilder. Please don’t stop.”

He waits as if there’s any reason for more. He slides his fingers into me, and I fall backward. “Your mouth, I’m begging for it.”

“Good girl.” He locks his mouth to me again and it’s a whole new ball game.

He’s devouring me with his expert tongue, chasing my release for me.

I buck my hips and moan in pure anticipation as he builds me up. My thighs tremble as I climb to the edge. I think his name slips from my lips, but all I hear is the long, loud scream as I come hard.

He pushes to his feet, hovering over me with a satisfied grin. The sass in me wants to ask if he’s proud of himself for getting his way. But the ordinary girl in me, the one who knows I might never have a man like this again, just relishes what he’s given me in return.

And this .?.?. game he played with me? Making me beg. He’s not treating me with kid gloves. Or like I’m anyone’s sister.

At this moment, he’s my man and I’m his woman.

I grin back, putting my hands on him—because I can.

Because he’s here with me.

I’m waiting for a comment to ruin it, like see what happens when you listen . But there’s none of that.

Sincere eyes stare back at me. “You’re perfect. Your taste, the way you move.” He runs light fingers along my jaw. “The sounds you make for me.”

I sit up and reach to frame his face in my hands. “I’ve got more where those came from, cowboy.”

“I’m counting on it.”

The straps of my bra have tumbled off my shoulders at this point. He lifts me slightly to unhook and tear it off completely.

He growls at the sight. “Your body is a goddamn dream, you know that, Rose?” He wraps an arm possessively around my back, lowering himself over me on the bed. “I haven’t been inside you yet and I already know you’re going to be hard to quit.”

My lips part at the words and then I cry out when he covers one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. I welcome the unexpected sensation.

I’d welcome them all.

He mutters for me to get comfortable over the pillows, then stands and sheds his boxers.

His cock, his long, painfully hard cock, the one I felt rub against me more than once tonight, springs out.

This man is jaw-dropping sexy. So incredibly .?.?. beautifully .?.?. erotic. I could paint him. I should paint him.

He strokes himself with a grin. “Jesus, Rose, if looks can make a man come .?.?.”

I lift my eyes to his and blush. “Wouldn’t want that just yet.”

In a flash, he digs a condom out from his jeans, tearing at it like it’s a race and slides it on. I bite my lip as he meets me in the middle of the bed.

He settles between my legs and leans down to kiss me. It’s a fierce kiss. A kiss that holds a promise of just how wild our night’s going to be.

His fingers tease my nipple, making me whimper and arch with need. “Wilder,” I pant. “Fuck .?.?. fuck me.”

He lowers his fingers, finding me so very wet. “Slow, Rose,” he reminds me.

I’m about to argue, then remember his intimidating size.

He strokes me gently, making me wetter. “I’m going to slide into this pussy nice and slow, baby. You won’t be in pain.”

I’m so hot with need and desire, I don’t care at this point. I want to tell him that he’s in dreamland if he thinks he’s not going to hurt me.

Gripping his biceps, I pull up to his ear and whisper, “I can take it, Wilder.”

“Fuck,” he growls then settles between my legs. “Hold on to me.”

I keep my hands on him as he sinks into me, nice and slow. I try not to tremble as my pussy pulls him in.

“Breathe.”

I exhale, letting him sink further. A low growl escapes him. “That’s it, baby.” He moves in and out. “I underestimated you, gorgeous.”

I look up at him, my hands still on his strong arms. “Faster,” I demand. “Harder, Wilder. I’m not above begging for your cock.”

His eyes blaze with fire and he rocks his hips, creating a friction I’m newly wild for.

Reaching under, he squeezes my ass as he lifts my hips. The sensation of his fingers digging into my skin makes me clench around him.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” He thrusts his hips, but there’s palpable hesitation.

“Harder,” I plead, giving us both what we want.

Any trace of hesitation is gone as he curses again and slams into me hard and deep, at a flawless rhythmic pace. “So fucking perfect. Taking me so good. Just like I knew you would.”

God, these praises. These filthy admirations .?.?.

I don’t want it to end but at the same time we’re both chasing our release.

I arch off the bed with a cry as a rush of heat surges through me. A powerful, intense orgasm. “ Wild —”

He snaps his hips, growling my name once, twice. Then shudders above me, grunting fiercely through his climax. Catching his breath, he stares down at me like he might say something, like he feels something he didn’t expect.

Or maybe it’s just me.

Deciding against it, he presses soft lips to mine. Then pulls back, looking down at me. “Christ, you’re .?.?.”

I perk a brow, repeating his earlier praise. “Perfect?”

“You’re somethin’ else, Rose.”

Something else . I don’t know what that’s saying.

But I quickly realize he doesn’t know either as he slides out of me. “Be right back.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, he disappears to the bathroom.

The water runs for a moment, then shuts off. I try to imagine what’s happening in there.

He’s staring into the mirror repeatedly, tormenting himself over what he just did with his best friend’s sister.

The wild, untamable, out of control, no rhyme or reason, kid sister.

I pull myself to a sitting position, prepared for him to come out here, gather his clothes, and tell me this never happened.

Then I hear the shower starting. And the door opening.

Wilder leans like the Greek god he is against the door frame. “Get that sexy ass in here.”