Ignite (Wildwood 1)

Heels that she’d kicked off at some point during this incredibly amazing interlude with West. Appearing at his front door wearing nothing but a pair of panties beneath a borrowed coat was definitely well-thought-out encouragement.

And now they were going to take it one step further. Anticipation made butterflies flutter madly in her stomach and she bit her lower lip, pushing her hair out of her face as she watched him stride toward her, still wearing the basketball shorts, his erection creating a very aggressive tent in the front of them.

“Brought enough?” he asked, flashing the three condom wrappers at her with a smile. He deposited two of them on the side table, his hands going to the waistband of his shorts. She sat up quickly, batting his hands away.

“Let me,” she murmured, her mouth literally watering at seeing h

im naked for the first time.

He stood in front of her, completely still as she curled her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, her knuckles brushing against his bare skin and making him shiver. She tipped her head back, staring up at him, and she hoped she looked sexy and not a complete mess. He was beyond sexy—fierce and gorgeous, with the tattoos covering his upper body, making her curious. Why those particular tattoos? And why so many? She knew he’d always been a bit of a rebel growing up, but now he just looked like a badass.

A badass she was about to strip completely naked.

Her heart still beat erratically, making her breath come rapidly, and she tore her gaze from his at the same time she pulled his shorts down. Past his hips, past his very thick cock, until they fell to his feet and he kicked them off, his erection bobbing with the movement.

Licking her lips, she touched his hard thigh, running her fingers up until she curled them around the base of his cock. He groaned, his hand going to the side of her head, fingers sliding into her hair. She dropped a kiss to the very tip of him, marveling at the arousal she felt coursing through her veins, at how quickly she became wet again between her legs. Blowjobs were usually something she did as an obligation, an act she performed in hopes of a returned favor.

And it was something she always had to work up to. Going down on someone was so intimate, at least it was to her. But maybe it helped that she’d known West for so long. She trusted him.

That was huge.

Harper wrapped her lips around the very tip of his erection, tasting him. Licking the head, drawing her tongue down the length of him, then back up.

“You suck my cock between your lips and I’ll blow,” he said from between gritted teeth. “It’ll all be over.”

She pulled away from him slightly and smiled, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she stared up at him. “That’s okay. Maybe you could come all over my chest?” Oh, that sounded amazing. No one had ever done that to her before. She always thought it was too dirty, even sometimes too degrading an act for her to actually you know . . . want.

But she did want it. With West. From the look on his face, he wanted it too.

“Jesus, Harper.” He squeezed his eyes shut, the muscles in his neck and jaw strained. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, he slowly opened his eyes, their blue depths glowing with unbridled arousal. “We’ll do that later, okay? I promise. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

He gave her no chance to argue. Just took right over, pressing her against the couch, fumbling with the condom as he tore the wrapper from it. He rolled the ring of rubber onto the head of his cock, sheathing himself, and she watched in fascination, thankful they’d left the lights on. West’s body was a thing of masculine beauty and when he drew closer, she ran her hands over his chest, tracing her fingers through the dark hair between his pecs, along the tattoos that covered his skin. He was hot and hard and leanly muscular. Strong and capable and sexy. She felt like she just hit the sex lottery.

And they’d only just gotten started.

HARPER MADE HIM a nervous, fumbling mess. Just watching her kiss and lick his dick had almost sent him straight over the edge. West knew if she would’ve sucked him into that sweet mouth of hers, he would’ve blown his wad in seconds. He had to stop her, no matter how much he regretted it.

And when she’d mentioned him coming on her tits? Fucking forget it. It was all he could see, all he could still see. Fisting his cock, his semen splattering all over her smooth skin, dripping off her nipples. The filthiest scene he could imagine and it was with Harper. Sweet little Harper Hill. Fuck.

Just . . . fuck.

He almost screwed up getting the condom on too. Being with Harper made him feel young. Eager. Capable of doing anything, saying anything, being whatever she wanted. She watched him closely, with adoration in her eyes, like he could solve world peace and make her come, all in one swoop. He felt like he could do that too. Being in Harper’s arms, kissing her, his face in her pussy, whatever, wherever . . . when he was with her, he felt like he could conquer the damn world.

And that was heady stuff.

“How do you like it?” he asked, causing her head to jerk up, her startled gaze meeting his. “You want me on top or you on top?”

She contemplated his questions, her teeth sinking into her swollen lower lip. Her lipstick had faded, leaving behind a faint red smudge, and it made her look even sexier, if that was possible.

He had a distinct feeling that her past sexual partners hadn’t discussed logistics much. Harper seemed to enjoy considering what she wanted to do with him. To him. He liked giving her the option as well.

This first time around, at least. Next time, it was all on him. He would choose what they were going to do.

And she would fucking love every minute of it.

“I want to be on top,” she finally said, her voice soft, her eyes glowing. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him, so he was sitting and she straddled him once again, his cock rising up between them, eager to get this party started. “Oh, I’ve never done it like this before,” she admitted.

West frowned. Really? Then who the hell was this woman screwing, because they needed to get a freaking imagination.