for you, as wild and crazy as it is. Do you think it’s possible?”
I could see it all in his eyes—the raging desire he spoke about, the desperate struggle he led to contain it, the intense hope in anticipation of my answer.
“I believe it is possible for me to want you as desperately as you want me, Wyck. In every way. You’re firmly in my heart already, and apparently it doesn’t take long for my body to catch up with my heart. We saw it last night.” I smiled wider.
“Your body likes being touched,” he stated it as a fact.
“By you,” I clarified. “The person who is doing the touching makes all the difference.”
He seemed to contemplate my words, gliding his hand over my ribs to cup my breast then back down again. He repeated the motion a few times, as if lost in thought. The sensation of his palm against my skin spread warm tiny ripples through me. On his next slide up, his thumb slightly brushed over my nipple, making me gasp softly. The sound seemed to bring him back into the moment.
He slid a gaze down my body, all the way to the blanket that was covering me up to my waist.
“I want to learn all the places you like me to touch you, Nadia. Here?” He kissed my shoulder again.
A shoulder wouldn’t be considered one of the most exciting erogenous zones. But Wyck had often kissed me there. By now, it had become a sign of his affection to me. His caress now fanned my anticipation.
“Do you like it when I do this?” he asked, trailing his mouth further along my collar bone.
The warmth and softness of his lips, along with the prickle of the short stubble along his jawline, created a unique sensation inside me. A series of tingles scattered down my bare arms.
“I do,” I admitted. “I like it very much.”
“How about here?” He kissed my throat, and I tilted my head back, giving him more room to keep kissing.
“Definitely,” I agreed. Feather-light pleasure stroked my skin at his caress, and I hummed in delight.
He continued to tantalize me with his touch, kissing up my neck.
“I know for a fact you like this,” he murmured before sliding his lips over mine and taking my mouth in a deep, ravenous kiss.
His alternating between gentle and passionate teased and ignited me. I had no idea if he’d ever had a chance to build a fire while living on the Dark Anomaly, but he sure knew how to stoke the flames inside me.
Arching my back, I squeezed my right breast, pinching the nipple, and he immediately followed my gesture, replacing my hand with his. The sensation of his hands felt so much better than that of my own. My breast all but drowned in his large hand, his rough palm rubbing against the tip in a most delightful way.
I moaned into his mouth through the waves of growing pleasure.
“More,” he exhaled, tearing his mouth away from mine. “I want to taste more of you.”
Sliding down my body, he sucked the tip of my right breast into his mouth. All the pinching and rubbing had made my nipples hard, hot, and highly sensitive. The heat of his mouth and the smooth glide of his tongue now sent a new charge of desire through my body.
The building pressure between my legs throbbed with heat. I kicked off the blankets, spreading my legs open. The cool stroke of air against my heated folds felt more thrilling than soothing. My need flared higher.
I reached down, between my legs. My gesture served as another guiding sign to Wyck in his exploratory journey along my body. Before I could touch myself, he beat me to it.
His thick finger slipped inside me, probing, swirling, exploring in and out.
“Oh yes, Wyck...” I pressed my legs together, trapping his hand between them.
He rubbed his hand against my most sensitive spot, and I moaned, rocking my hips against him.
Pumping his finger in and out of me, he rested his head on my chest.
“I wonder if you taste as deliciously sweet as you smell, sugar,” he said with a crooked smile and a glimmer of heat in his gold-yellow eyes.
I was not in a position to reply, moaning wildly from the onslaught of intense pleasure with his hand on me and with his finger inside me.
Thankfully, he didn’t wait for a reply. Shifting smoothly down my body, he threw my legs over his shoulders and fitted his head