Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,47
repeat it.”
He grinned. “I enjoyed it, too. But I can fulfill your fantasies in a lot of different ways.”
Her brows lifted. “I’ll just bet you can.”
“And I’ll wager you have some really wild fantasies.”
Somehow she knew he’d be open to exploring every single one of them with her. She couldn’t wait. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
His fingers blazed a slow, sensual trail along her spine, sliding into her skirt and stopping just short of the crack of her ass. “Tell me one right now.”
She looked around, then smiled. “I’ve always had this fantasy about being bent over a sofa, with my skirt hiked up . . .”
His smile was devastating to her senses. Dark and filled with promise.
“I think we can accommodate you.” He moved behind the sofa, then bent her over it.
She wiggled her ass for him, then spread her legs.
“Oh yeah. I like this fantasy of yours, Abby.”
He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was soaking wet. She felt his hands at the hem of her skirt, his knuckles brushing the skin of her thighs. He raised her skirt so slowly she wanted to scream, her clit throbbing in anticipation.
What she hadn’t expected was for him to pull her panties aside and slide his hot tongue right into her pussy. She shrieked and gripped the couch cushions. He lapped her cream, his tongue snaking up to encircle her clit.
The man was a marvel with his tongue, and a constant sexual surprise. He reached between her legs with his fingers to stroke her pussy, tugging her clit until she was writhing against his hand.
“Come for me, baby,” he urged, coaxing an orgasm from her as easily as if he’d asked her to pass the salt. She tensed and cried out, shuddering against his probing tongue and fingers.
God, she’d been so primed for an orgasm, so pumped up and sexually charged from Mike earlier, that Seth took her over the edge in seconds. She panted, her eyes closed, thinking she should feel guilty that one man had finished what another had started.
No. The right man had finished what the wrong man had started. And that she wouldn’t feel guilty about.
She was still trembling when he stood, parted her legs with his thighs, and entered her with a solid thrust, driving her against the back of the couch. She held on as he pounded her hard, giving her exactly what she’d asked for, fulfilling yet another of her deep, dark fantasies.
He fucked her relentlessly, giving her no time to even catch her breath as he pistoned his cock upward, rocking her clit against the couch until her pussy gripped him so hard he yelled her name, grabbed her hips in a punishing grip, and came in a torrent of shuddering gasps. He fell against her back, his heartbeat hammering against her.
When he withdrew, he turned her around and lifted her legs to wrap them around him. He kissed her—he seemed to love kissing her, thank God—once again tenderly, taking the clip out of her hair so he could thread his fingers through the tendrils.
She loved how he touched her.
He carried her this way to his bedroom, his pants nearly halfway down, both of them laughing as he almost tripped several times. They fell onto the bed and lay there, looking at each other.
“You love me,” he said again, a silly smile on his face that she was certain mirrored her own.
“Yes. And you love me.”
“I sure as hell do.”
“So now what?”
He leaned up on an elbow and untied the strings of her halter. “Now we fuck again.”
Laughing, she said, “I know that. I mean with us.”
As he pulled the fabric down, exposing her breasts, he said, “We take it a day at a time. You have a career to start, and a life to begin. I won’t stand in the way of that.”
And that was one of the things she loved most about him. He recognized her need to be independent, even without her saying it. Falling in love had been the wildest part of her weekend. Unexpected, but certainly not unwanted.
She’d gotten way more out of this bet than she had planned.
She couldn’t wait to tell Blair and Callie when she saw them again. But right now there was an incredibly sexy man undressing her. She reached for the buttons of his shirt and began undoing them.
“So, Seth, we’ve delved a lot into my fantasies. Let’s talk about yours . . .”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jaci Burton is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Play-by-Play series, the Hope series, and the Wild Riders series, and the coauthor of several anthologies with Lora Leigh.
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