Page 161 of One Wild Wish

Don’t you dare hurt me.

That last sentiment wasn’t mine alone. A hint of censure darkened his gaze, a reflection of my own hesitation. It made me fall that much harder. I ran my hand over his brow, down his strong nose, ending on his flush lips. “I’m on the pill.”

He stilled. “Are you asking me not to wear a condom?”

Swallowing, I nodded. “Ever since the stuff with my ex, I get tested regularly.”

Because I didn’t trust men, but I trusted Owen, with my body and my heart, and I wanted him to know it. I’d relived our magical dance the whole ride here, unsure how I’d found myself in a fairy-tale, starring my very own Prince Charming.

He flattened his palm on my chest, over my waltzing heart. “I’m clean, doll. There’s no one else. So tell me you want this. That you want me to thrust my bare cock inside you.”

“God, yes.” A fresh wave of heat seared my thighs.

Grunting, he clutched me to his chest, stood, and walked us to his bedroom, my legs around his waist. I bit his shoulder and nosed his collarbone, even sucked on his chin. He tossed me on the bed, dragged my panties off and shucked his briefs, then he was on his knees, his intense gaze unrelenting as he admired my body while stroking himself.

Using his cock, he pushed my wetness around, teasing me, but he paused. “It’s just us now, Ainsley. You and me.”

My breath caught as I stared at his chiseled jaw and striking cheekbones, infinite passion in his heated gaze. If he were a lying savant who’d cheated on his ex, covering it with the acumen of a thespian, it would devastate me. It wouldn’t leave me with the embittered distrust that still lingered after Brandon’s deception. Owen’s betrayal would breed the kind of hurt that would leave me broken.

But I was whole. And I was his, about to let him sink into me bare.

He pressed his tip into my opening, only an inch. “Okay?”

This. Yes. I wanted this. I wanted him and us. “Okay.”

He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. “Okay.” Then he pushed in. The fullness was instant, all that warm pressure filling my body.

He moaned. “God, you feel good.”

“More.”

“More,” he agreed.

We moved like we’d danced—me following his thrusts, meeting him in time. Rising. Falling. My heart spinning. It wasn’t enough. He was so hard, each deep plunge stoking my desire. More. More. More. His skin was on fire, the solid expanse burning up. The weight of him was enough to make me lose my mind, and the edges of my pleasure took shape. My life took shape, around this man.

I grabbed his ass, arching as my vision went fuzzy, all my limbs hot and tingly. Tingles that sparked. “I’m there.”

His mouth fell on mine. He kissed me harder, fucked me wilder, lifting my knee to force himself deeper. “I want to hear you come. Over and over. All night.”

“If that’s a dare”—I cried out as he tilted his hips, wow —“I’ll take it.”

His next move hit me just right, a spot of pleasure that nearly split me apart. “God, yes . Right there.” My orgasm splintered through me, a burst of brightness behind my eyes, staggering fullness in my heart.

His release wasn’t far behind, his last thrusts rough and sharp. His body shuddered as his heat rushed into me, and I held him closer, tighter. His voice was haggard as he whispered, “Never letting you go.”

Sounded like a plan to me.

Eventually, he lifted onto his knees and pulled out of me. We both watched the slow drag of his exit. Still turned on, I grabbed his length, so flush and slick. “I want you to come on me.”

His eyes hit their full one-hundred-percent rawness. “You’re going to kill me.”

“It would be a glorious death.”

“That it would.” His words were pure lust as I stroked him. I reveled in how he softened slightly then began moving with my hand, thickening, hardening.

A marathon ensued. He stayed on top, using short strokes to drive me wild, slamming flush when my nails bit into his neck. Over and over. The same rhythm. We didn’t talk. We watched where we were joined until our eyes locked on a gasp, his pupils blowing wide. Then I fell. Ecstasy gripped me, each contraction clamping on his length, but he didn’t come. He slipped out, and I released a cry.

More. More. More.