Page 67 of Wild and Wanted

‘Put your seat belt on,’ he muttered and started the engine.

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STEVIE

Buzzing with anticipation, Stevie endured the five-minute drive to Clay’s cabin, soothed marginally by the way he’d reached across the seat and interlaced their fingers. But as soon as he parked in front of the wooden porch and shut off the engine, she was out of the truck and heading to the cabin.

And he was right behind her.

She’d been waiting for this moment since they’d first kissed and now it was finally here Stevie could not get to it fast enough. Tonight, she was losing her virginity. To Clay Calhoun. No more waiting. No more making out on haystacks or picnic blankets or in truck cabins.

Her breathing came in husky pants and her pulse tripped as she traversed the four stairs lit by the warm glow of a light mounted beside the cabin door.

‘It’s open,’ he said from right behind her, his breath warm on her neck.

Stevie’s hand shook as she turned the knob, the door giving without resistance – praise the Lord. It was dark inside but she barely had time to register it as the door thunked shut behind her and Clay’s hands were spinning her to face him, lowering his head to kiss her long and wet and exceptionally dirty, his hands wandering to her ass, palming the crease where the back of her thighs met her butt and lifting.

She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as he walked her through the house, her thighs parting to accommodate the thrust of his hips. She was more aware of the rough pant of their breathing and the deep stroke of his tongue and the hard ridge of his erection against the seam of her jeans as Clay’s mouth continued its onslaught.

How he managed to move and navigate through his dark cabin while she clung to him, without knocking into walls or furniture, she didn’t know but she sure appreciated his strength, spatial awareness and ability to multitask. At some point he drew to a halt, his hands loosening from her ass, easing her down until her toes touched down.

Their mouths separated; a lamp blinking on a second later, throwing a low golden light around the space, and Stevie was able to see her surroundings. His bedroom, she assumed with his very big bed hitting the backs of her thighs and an even bigger window opposite the foot of the bed that she imagined would give him an incredible view by day.

That was as far as she got before he muttered, ‘Take off your clothes,’ as he went to work on his own.

It took a beat or two for her head to clear from the fog of his kiss but when it did, she joined him in a hasty scramble to get naked. Stripping her shirt over her head, toeing off her boots, reefing the zipper of her jeans down then wriggling out of the denim.

She paused at her underwear, hyperaware now of all his bare flesh and hers. Aware too that she’d not been fully naked in front of him and temporarily shy at the thought. Which was ridiculous given he’d made himself intimately familiar with both parts of her body hidden behind the two remaining scraps of fabric.

But then he stripped out of his Calvins, his stiff, solid girth fully revealed, and she temporarily forgot about her state of undress at the sight of his nudity. He was magnificent, just as she knew he would be, just as she had dreamed.

She’d already seen the flex of his muscles, felt them smooth and hard against her, but unclothed, he really was a sight to behold. Like something from an anatomy text book but with warm, vital flesh and dark hair that sprinkled over pecs and abs and arrowed down to a thatch between his legs from which his erection sprang – thick and long and veined, the flushed dome she’d taken in her mouth about ten minutes ago engorged and taut.

‘Stevie?’

Standing before her, so big and perfectly delineated, he looked like a prize stallion primed to rut, and it took a few seconds for Stevie to respond, for her to drag her eyes to his face and say, ‘Hmm?’

He tipped his chin at her underwear. ‘Those too.’

His gaze ate her up, his eyes burning a pathway between her purple lacy cotton crop top and matching panties. Clay’s obvious desire to see her incinerated any shyness.

He wanted to see her, and it was curiously liberating.

With her pulse a thrum in her ears, Stevie removed her crop top and then her panties, watching him the entire time, watching how his gaze homed in on her nipples then on the slick aching heart of her, watching the play of desire on his face and in the darkening of his eyes.

‘God,’ he murmured as she stood before him, fully exposed. ‘You’re so beautiful.’

His hushed praise made her breathless. ‘So are you.’

Crossing the few feet that separated them, Clay slid his hands around her waist, his body coming into alignment with hers, his erection a thick wedge against her belly. When his mouth met hers this time it was soft and lingering, his tongue a lazy swirl against hers, the sensation hardening her nipples and causing a wild flutter in the walls of her sex and she moaned and shifted restlessly in his arms.

Pulling back a little, he smiled at her before whispering, ‘Lie on the bed.’

Letting out a shuddery breath, Stevie sank onto the mattress behind as he stepped away. His sheets were cool on her heated flesh as she centred herself, turning her head when he opened the bedside drawer and rummaged inside before removing a wrapped foil packet.

Condoms.

In her rush to prove to him she was here for all the right reasons, she hadn’t given contraception a thought. Which was exceptionally stupid. Rookie error maybe but still – she was smarter than that.