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Chapter Two
Shrugging my negative thoughts off, my excitement built as I led the way along a path that forked off to the left in one direction, and toward the main entrance at the front of the house to the right.
Taking the paved path toward the house I inhaled deeply as we walked, in the hopes the fresh air would clear my head a little. The last thing I had wanted was for all the alcohol I’d consumed during the day to take anything away from my time with her.
Silence fell between us as we grew nearer the house and the sexual tension increased with every step we took, until Tricia suddenly pulled away from me. My reaction was like lightning when I caught her by her wrist and pulled her back into my side.
Glancing first at her wrist and how firmly I had gripped her, she then looked up to my face. I’d heard how her breath had caught in her throat, and knew she’d felt the same thrill in her body as I had from my dominant action.
A slow sensual smile spread on her lips, which was infectious, and I rewarded her with a grin. Releasing my hold, I slid my hand from her wrist until we were walking hand in hand. Our fingers immediately parted and laced with such familiarity it had felt like we’d done that move together a thousand times before.
I turned my head to look at her and immediately stopped because the deep connection we felt when our eyes met again resulted in a loss of thought. I felt mesmerized when her eyes grew darker and clouded up with desire. A tight feeling in my chest suddenly gripped me and I realized in that moment I’d forgotten to breathe again.
Moments later, she pressed harder against me until her luscious full lips brushed against mine. Instantly, that burning desire we already knew existed between us burst into flames like the strike of a match.
Inspired by a new sense of urgency, my fingers tightened their grip again, signaling how desperately I wanted her. Quickening my pace, I shoved her gently ahead of me and bundled her inside the front door.
“In a hurry, Mr. Wild?” she asked, chuckling while the anticipation of finally having her all to myself felt almost feral.
I fought to stay in control and I almost dragged her up the stairs, desperate to do all the dirty carnal things I’d imagined in my mind. Knowing we were only seconds away from acknowledging the unique potent alchemy our bodies held between them felt both thrilling and exhilarating.
Passing two aunts in the hallway, I silently thanked God they were heading back downstairs because I suspected what happened next could never have been achieved quietly. I prayed at the same time I hadn’t drunk too much and my neglected libido was up to the task. At that point I only hoped I had the stamina to do all of the fantasies I’d dreamed of. After my…our self-imposed wait, neither of us deserved less than a perfect performance from me.
“Damn my mom, tucking you away in the corner,” I cursed my mother for allocating Tricia’s suite so far away, when I focused on her white wooden bedroom door as she tugged me behind her down to the end of the hallway.
“How do you know which room is mine?” Tricia asked breathily, as her chest heaved a little faster as we neared her bedroom door.
“I make it my business to know these things.”
There wasn’t the slightest hint of humor in my gruff, lust-thickened tone, when I countered her question with mine. I’d never been more serious about anything in my life. Tricia’s breath hitched, and for a moment, I saw a brief look of delight in her eyes when she realized she had also been part of my plan for the night from the start.
When we had reached her guest suite door, Tricia turned into me, her arms encircling my waist, her compulsion to touch more of me obvious by then. Snagging the handle, she opened her door and roughly yanked me inside. I was still processing that move when she slammed me against the wall, pulled out my shirt, and stuffed her hand down my pants.
My heartbeat raced at a mile a minute from her sudden move and my cock was immediately enjoying her touch a little too much. It would have been so easy to give in to what she’d wanted to do, but I knew if I had, our evening would have been over too soon. In a swift move of my own, I took back control before she ran the show by grabbing her wrist, removing her hand from my pants, and reversing our position.
Unfortunately, Tricia resisted and leaned forward which caused me to step back. Instead of letting go, she leaned further against me and consequentially, with a lot less finesse than I’d imagined I’d have when I swept her off her feet, we both staggered backward. With each gangly step I took, thanks to a mixture of alcohol, having Tricia in my arms, and never having mastered the art of sprinting backward I knew we wouldn’t fair well.
We’d only gone about eight steps into the room before my legs began to buckle and my arms ached from the strain of trying to keep us both upright and constantly readjust my gait. Meanwhile, Tricia did very little to help in our situation when she became a dead weight and giggled uncontrollably until she let out a snort. My concentration crumbled when I cracked up laughing with her.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, griping my shirt tighter, as she continued gaining speed. Stumbling forward, her weight shifted against me, increasing the momentum, and although she’d been quick enough to catch the edge of the wooden door with her heel and sent it hurtling back toward the doorframe, our balance took a hit and we weren’t so lucky.
As I felt myself go down. I let go of Tricia, hoping she’d right herself, but instead of this she clung tighter. As soon as I hit the floor, she crashed heavily down on top of me.
“Oof,” a loud woosh of air left my lungs and the sound of a loud grunt.
At that point, everything happened simultaneously, but the way we both reacted to the sound of the door banging shut was as if we had been primed for the start of a race. The sharp bang served like a starting pistol, and we immediately became a frantic blur of needy hands, grabbing wantonly at one another. As we had tried to undress, we rolled around on the floor, our mouths fused together in a mesh of lips and teeth, to the sound of breathy gasps and the rustle of fabric shifting against skin. Flimsy material creaked and groaned as it stretched in my ungainly attempt to rid her of her long dress, while she was still on top of me.
“Fuck, wait,” I mumbled, as I clambered in an uncoordinated stagger to my feet and hurriedly dragged Tricia to hers. “Stand up,” I barked, as Tricia stumbled over her own feet and giggled while I did my best to undress her.
“Hang on,” she said, reaching behind her and trying to free her snagged zipper. We had far too many garments between us for my liking.
“Turn around,” I snapped, grabbing her by her shoulders and spinning her away from me, until she almost went too far and lost her footing. I caught her—just. “Fuck, stand still, Tricia,” I demanded, and continued fumbling with the zipper. When it didn’t give, I tried stretching the halter neck over her head.
“Stop, I’m stuck, you’re going to break my neck or rip my hair out,” she told me through another chuckle. At one time such a maneuver wouldn’t have fazed me because I had been very adept at stripping a woman bare. I was out of practice, horny beyond measure, and the patience I’d had for weeks as Tricia taunted me suddenly just gave out.
“For fuck’s sake,” I cussed, yanking hard on her bridesmaid’s dress. A sudden tear rang out, igniting a greater sense of urgency to rid her of the delicate layers of satin, chiffon, and lace until what was left of her bridesmaid’s dress suddenly skimmed down the length of her body and pooled at her feet on the floor.
For a moment, my breath stalled when my greedy eyes unashamedly perused the beautiful contours of her naked body. “Fuck, you are incredible,” I told her, as I perused the shadow and light contours of her beautiful frame, which was more than I imagined she’d be unclothed. In fact, the way the moonlight highlighted a few key spots only heightened my anticipation of exploring those shadowed areas with touch and smell and taste.
