Page 60 of Wild and Wanted

Swallowing hard, Stevie’s eyes never left his as she eased her legs apart on a husky exhalation. The movement set off a deep muscle flutter and it took all of her effort not to moan.

He dropped his gaze then and zeroed in on the aching heart of her. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said on a roughly exhaled breath. ‘Real pretty.’ His nostrils flared as he lifted his gaze again. ‘I can smell how ready you are.’

Stevie did moan this time, her toes curling as sensation rolled from her belly button to her feet. She could smell her arousal, too.

Knocking his hat off his head, Clay palmed her closest leg, lifting it and ducking under as he moved to settle himself between her legs, using the breadth of his shoulders to push them wider.

Stevie’s stomach clenched as she looked down her body to him, anticipation lighting his features. Her own anticipation fibrillated like an electrical charge just thinking about how his mouth would feel against her already screamingly sensitive flesh, how those whiskers would feel scraping against her inner thighs.

‘You might want to lay back.’

She frowned. ‘Why?’

‘Because I’m pretty sure your elbows are going to collapse the second my tongue touches down.’

Ooof… the man had a way with words.

Licking her lips at the sudden dryness of her mouth, she shook her head. ‘I want to watch.’

She didn’t want to miss a minute of this.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned as he dropped his forehead to the top of her thigh for a beat or two before lifting it again. ‘I don’t think you could have said anything hotter right now.’

‘Really?’

The knowledge went straight to her head. Stevie hadn’t ever made a man groan like that just from something she said, and she liked it. It was empowering. It was dizzying.

He chuckled and shook his head. ‘Such a monster,’ he muttered before turning his attention to what was right in front of him.

Lowering his head, he ran the flat of his tongue straight up her slick, aching centre, his eyes meeting hers over the top of her mons as she bucked at the hot jolt of electricity. It sparked along the nerve endings buried deep inside the muscles of her pelvic floor, zapping to her buttocks and innervating the base of her spine, shooting tentacles of sensation straight to the hard tips of her nipples.

‘Too much?’ he asked, a smile on his mouth as he planted his hand firm on her belly to keep her grounded.

‘No.’ Stevie panted. ‘It’s…’ It was what? She didn’t have the words for the soft, wet pleasure of his tongue. It was like he’d poured hot honey over the tingling heart of her, dousing it in a viscous liquid caress that ended in a potent zap of chilli. ‘Don’t stop.’

She would die if he stopped now.

‘Stevie girl.’ His expression turned reproachful. ‘I’m not going to stop until everyone in Redemption can hear you calling my name.’

He went back then, doubling down, his tongue a constant back and forth, wet and warm and slippery, licking and sipping and sucking greedily, noisily exploring her, the bob of his head and the scrape of his whiskers on her inner thighs adding to the heady intoxicating rush.

Then, with his hand still firm against her belly, his tongue spliced her apart, finding her clitoris, and Stevie gasped as she collapsed onto the blanket, her fingers curling into the fabric, her eyes shutting as he circled and circled and circled in a maddeningly slow rhythm that contracted the muscles in her belly tighter and tighter and tighter until her body was a taut, thrumming throb.

Her nipples were two painful points now, their rub against the fabric of her shirt a particular kind of torture and, of their own volition, her fingers unwound from the blanket, sliding to her breasts, her palms flattening and pressing hard, easing the burn and yet somehow cranking it even higher.

Then his tongue lashed across the taut swollen bud it had been circling, flicking once, twice, three times before the cinch of muscles quivering between her hip bones released in one mighty surge, catapulting her to orgasm.

‘Claaaaay!’ she cried out, her eyes blinking wide open, her fingers burying in his hair, her voice lost in the endless vastness of the landscape and sky, the lazy wheel of an eagle overhead morphing the hot needles of glowing pleasure into an almost transcendental experience.

Pinioned by his hand, like a bug to a board, her body bucked and thrashed and he took full advantage, his tongue relentless, wringing every last pulse of sensation from her body until Stevie was panting and gasping and begging him to stop, knowing her body had no more to give.

When he finally lifted his head, Stevie thanked God she was lying down because the world gave a crazy little tilt. She shut her eyes to block the sensation, her entire body humming to the reverb of her heart rate as blood whooshed to every part of her, flooding her with a glowy kind of warmth and a bone-deep satisfaction.

She wasn’t sure how long it took to catch her breath and for her heart rate to settle but eventually she came back to herself and opened her eyes.

‘Hey there,’ he murmured, his voice all rough and lazy, his chin propped just below her belly button, a smile on his lips like he’d been watching her and enjoying the show.

She almost laughed at his degree of smugness. ‘Hey.’