Wilde Fire (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 2)

After what seemed an eternity, he finally freed her lips. “You’ve made my day, angel.”

Logic clawed its way to the surface of her mind. She put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away, but he held her firm. “I can’t do this.”

He looked stunned. “Why?”

“There’s lots of reasons. One, your brother. Two, there’s an obvious conflict with me and your family’s busin—”

Phoenix swallowed her protests with his mouth. His kiss sent shivers throughout her body, making her dizzy and weak. He cupped the back of her head with his large hand, tightening his hold, pulling her in closer to his chest. Much more than a kiss, this was another of his masterpieces. His tongue shot into her mouth. Her head and body seemed to spin together, whirling with want. Wicked thoughts of him naked on top of her had her nipples peaking in her bra. She felt the little nubbins brushing against her shirt, curling against his chest. Her nipples were so hard, and they had a direct line to her clit. It pulsed in her jeans, begging to be touched.

“No more talking, angel. The outside world doesn’t exist here.” He whispered wickedly, cupping her ass, causing fire to race through her. “There is no investigation. There is no mine. This is our island. You and me.”

“Phoenix, this doesn’t make any sense.” She was nuts to give in to him, but wasn’t that exactly what she desired? To surrender to him?

He kissed her again then lifted her up in his arms as if she were air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Being held by him felt good and desirable—even transcendent.

“Jessie, it’s time for you to experience much more. You deserve that. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

She gulped. Even with the overwhelming need he’d awakened in her, a little of corner of her mind wouldn’t surrender. “I know you think you do, but—”

He swept his lips over her neck, making her light-headed. “Angel, stop fighting what you want. You’re too smart to refuse me. Trust me that I’m going to have you.”

As the last bit of resistance disappeared in her, she melted into his arms.

Chapter Three

Phoenix was delighted how Jessie responded to his house and sculptures, but what thrilled him more was how her body responded to his touches. She felt good in his arms.

His cock throbbed against his Levi’s buttoned-fly as lust rolled into him for this amazing woman. Seeing her face flare red and her body respond to his touch drove him crazy with hunger. She was more woman than any he’d ever known. Smart, determined, and so damn unbelievably sexy. He was nuts for her. A hot brew of thoughts and emotions whirled inside him, but the most steamrolling urge he felt was to possess her.

He gazed into her green eyes, and she blinked, unable to hide her own want from him. He devoured her sweet, soft mouth once again. Kissing Jessie gave him more pleasure than he could’ve ever imagined. He swept his tongue over her lips and enjoyed the taste of her.

She flushed then blinked. “What about your brother?”

“What do you mean?” Phoenix licked her neck. She shivered, and he saw the gooseflesh that let him know he was getting to her. He decided to tease her a bit. “You two are an item?”

“N-No. But—”

“Shh. You don’t have to lie to me. He already told me about your secret romance. Not a word from me, but you two aren’t exclusive. That’s not Jackson’s way.” Or mine.

“That’s odd to me. Do you Wilde brothers share women often? Is that the only way you can get off?”

“Jessie, it’s not what you think.”

“Enlighten me.”

God, he wanted to tell her everything, but it was way too soon. A partial truth would have to suffice. “Honestly, we’re both into you. I’ve never felt like this with any other woman in my life, and I, for one, want to see where this takes us.” He walked toward the sofa with her in his arms. “Don’t you?”

“Phoenix, shouldn’t we be heading to the mine?” Her breathy tone was so sexy. She would be his, only his, for tonight.

“We’ve got plenty of time, Jessie.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip. “But what if it ends in disaster?”

“It won’t, sweetheart,” he told her, pulling her in close.

He nibbled on her earlobe. She was perfect. He placed her on the sofa in a sitting position and moved his hands down to the curve of her waist.

“Are we really doing this?” Her body was on fire, and his desire was blistering hot.