Page 165 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“No bras in bed.”

“That’s right,” I sighed.

I tugged her tank top up, slowly, letting the fabric fall to the side once I peeled it over her head. Sure enough, she was bare underneath. Her nipples pebbled, begging for my mouth.

God help me, I was about to worship her like she was the only thing keeping me alive.

I slid my hands from her waist to her thighs. She was already breathing harder, chest rising and falling right in front of me.

“Stand up for me, darlin’.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Stand up. Right in front of me.”

Slowly, she climbed off my lap, her hands trembling slightly as she stood there—shirtless, flushed, in those low-hanging sweatpants that were already driving me out of my goddamn mind.

I leaned back on my hands, dragging my eyes up and down her body.

“Take ’em off,” I said, nodding toward the waistband. “I want to see all of you.”

She chewed her bottom lip, and nervousness flickered in her eyes—but it was overpowered by something deeper. Trust. Want. That fire that always lived beneath her skin.

She hooked her fingers into the sides of her sweatpants.

“Slowly. I want to remember this.”

She swallowed hard, then did exactly what I asked—dragging the fabric down, inch by inch, until it pooled at her feet and she stood there completely bare in front of me.

I sat up, every muscle in my body straining as I looked at her like she was the most sacred thing I’d ever seen.

“Fuck. You look like a goddamn dream.”

“Then wake up, Dalton.”

“Oh, I plan to,” I growled, already reaching for her hips. “Starting now.”

I sat up and palmed her ass with both hands. Her ass was fucking thick—round and heavy, soft enough to mold under my grip and bounce when I smacked it.

“You know I’m obsessed with this, right?” I growled. “This fucking ass. I could spend the rest of my life buried in it.”

“Wish I was tied up,” she whimpered. “I want you to use me.”

That was it. The fuse blew.

I nodded toward the hallway. “Check your desk. Top drawer. You know what I left in there.”

She gasped softly, and for a moment, all I could hear was the patter of her bare feet as she darted out of the room. My cock ached, standing painfully hard as I waited, taking the opportunity to completely undress.

She returned breathless, eyes wide, clutching the single coil of rope I’d left behind. Her fingers trembled.

“Good girl,” I rasped, stepping in close and brushing the hair from her face. “Lie down. Right here.”

I pointed to the thick blanket, and she dropped without hesitation. The flames bathed her skin in gold, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the slick sheen between her thighs, the way her chest heaved with anticipation.

“On your back. Legs spread. Let me see my girl.”

She opened for me like a gift, knees parted, and cunt glistening.