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His eyes moved over my face, checking whether I meant what I was saying.

“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that.”

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, moving my hips against his. “Oh, I think I understand how glad you are.”

CHAPTER SIX

Wilder

Whatever restraint I had went up like dry kindling.

I eased her shirt and bra from her body and then just looked at her. My cock throbbed behind my jeans, and I could feel pre-cum leaking out. Damn, but I wanted this woman.

Soft stomach. Heavy breasts. Silver stretch marks at her hips. I spread one hand over her belly and felt her go still, like she expected me to hurry past it.

I didn’t hurry past anything. I told her so with my mouth at her throat, the curve of her beautiful breasts, working down her body with a patience I had not known I still had.

I dragged her jeans down, along with her panties, and threw them on the floor beside us. Her pussy was bare, pink and so wet it shone on her inner thighs.

“Look at you. I’ve been thinking about putting my mouth here since you argued with me in that alley.”

“Wilder—”

I settled between her thighs, forcing them wider, giving me the room I needed.

The taste of her undid something I had kept locked down tight since that first night. I built her pleasure back up slowly — long, flat strokes, then the point of my tongue on her clit. A rhythm I changed every time her hips jumped or her hands fisted in my hair. I learned the exact spot that made her breath catch and I stayed there until her thighs started to shake around my head. Her hand pressing me closer instead of pulling away.

I gave her more pressure where she needed it, slid two fingers into her slow and deep so she had something to clench. She came with my name a broken sound in her throat, thighs locked around my head, body bowing off the mattress. I sucked her clit through it and drank every drop of her release, every pulse and tremor, until she was limp and gasping and trying to tug me up by the hair. I kissed the inside of her thigh and worked my way back up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way.

“That was—” She lost the sentence. Laughed, breathless.

“I’ve got more.”

She pulled me down for a kiss that tasted like both of us, hands already at my waist with an urgency that said her patience for slow had run out. She got my jeans open and her hand around me before I’d finished processing how fast she’d moved, and the eager, unpracticed tightness of her fist nearly ended it.

“Autumn.”

Her thumb smeared the wetness at the head of my cock and stroked down the thick vein along the underside. I jerked in her grip. I was so hard it bordered on pain.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can have whatever you want.” I lay back, and she proved it by putting her mouth on me.

Hot. Wet. Too good. I gripped the headboard hard enough to feel the wood give and let her take what she could, which was not all of me. She made a frustrated little sound around the head that almost finished me. “Enough. I want to come inside you, not down your throat. Not this time.”

She laughed at my earthy words, breathless and smug. I pulled her to me and let my kiss say the things neither of us had put into words yet. I rolled her over and barely took enough time to kick off my jeans. “Tell me if anything’s too much,” I said, settling between her thighs. “Or not enough. Either one.”

“I’ll tell you.” She hooked a leg around my hip.

I dragged the head of my cock through her wetness, coating myself, and she whimpered and lifted for it. When I finally pushed in, she was so tight I had to stop and breathe. Velvet heat. A fist. I gave her another inch, then another, watching her face the whole way, and when I bottomed out we both groaned.

I pulled almost out and drove back in. Wet. Heavy. The slap of my body into the cradle of her thighs.

“More,” she said, hips already meeting me.

I gave her more.

Slow at first. Learning the angle that made her gasp loudest just as I had with my mouth. One hand braced by her head, the other under her to lift her into me. She wrapped both legs around me and took every thrust and gave it back, telling me there, don’t stop, harder, exactly like that, until the careful control I’d meant to keep was gone.