Amber Eyes (Wild 2)

She drew away and stared into his warm eyes. “Why are you resisting me? It’s been two days. I want you inside me. Please, Jericho. I need you so much.”

In response, he swung her into his arms and strode toward his bedroom. Leaning over the bed, he laid her on the mattress and rested his hands on either side of her body as he looked down at her.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “I don’t even know where to start. I want to taste and touch every inch of you.”

Warmed to her core by his words, she reached for him, pulling him down to her mouth.

“Start here,” she murmured against his lips.

He smiled and then kissed her deeply, letting his tongue roll over hers. So warm and loving. A deep sigh slipped from her as his mouth skidded down her jawline to her ear. Her soft sound of contentment hiccupped into a moan when he nipped at her lobe then dropped lower and sank his teeth into the column of her neck.

Sweet heaven, she wanted to bite him back. Something dark and feral rose from deep within. Wild and forbidden with an edginess that consumed her.

Her mouth found his shoulder, and she nipped playfully, marking a path to his neck. When she found the strong pulse, she bit. Hard.

He jerked against her and swore.

She immediately pulled away. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hell no, do it again.”

“I will as soon as you take off your clothes.”

He backed from the bed and hastily pulled at his shirt and pants. She watched in avid fascination as his body was bared to her view. It was a sight she never tired of, all the muscles, the masculine hairiness of his chest and legs. He had an odd assortment of scars, some fresher than others. No part of his body seemed untouched by violence, and to her, the marks signaled his strength.

His erection jutted upward and bobbed as he climbed onto the bed. She reached automatically, wanting to touch the satin length, but he reared back.

“Oh no, you touch me, I’m gone, and I want this to last.”

She smiled but didn’t protest when he straddled her thighs and lowered his big body over hers.

“Bite me,” he whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours, sweetheart.”

She licked from his shoulder to his neck, enjoying the way he trembled underneath her mouth. His taste burst onto her tongue, salty, strong and so masculine. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent, savored it and let it go again. Prompted by the need to do just as he asked and mark him, she sank her teeth into his neck.

His entire body tensed and then went wild against her. His hands slid down her sides to her hips and lower to her thighs. He pulled almost frantically at her, and she helped him by spreading her legs.

His fingers slipped between them, delving into her wetness as if testing her body’s readiness. Afraid he’d regain his senses and decide to take things much slower, she bit him again, harder this time, licking at the small wound she inflicted then moving higher to just underneath his ear and biting again.

“Holy hell,” he gritted out.

His hips jerked against her, and his hardness settled into place. She arched into him, opening to him, inviting him.

“Take me,” she ordered, surprised at her fierceness. She followed up her directive with one more bite.

He surged into her in one hard thrust. She gasped, unable to process all the different sensations that crashed into her.

He stilled immediately, pulling his head away to stare down at her. His eyes were worried and anxious.

“Did I hurt you, honey? Goddamn it—”

“Shhh,” she said, placing her finger over his lips.

She wiggled underneath him, testing her position.

“Ah hell, you have to stop that,” he groaned.

She brought her legs up, tilting her buttocks up slightly. The position sent him deeper, and she sighed in absolute contentment.

“Okay?” he asked huskily as he dropped a kiss on her lips.

“I will be if you’d move,” she said desperately.

“Lock your legs around my waist,” he said. “Take me deeper.”

She did as he asked, and they both cried out when he slipped further into her body.

“Give me just a second,” he rasped out.

He leaned his forehead on hers and closed his eyes, his face creased with strain.

“Why do you stop?” she asked curiously.

He reopened his eyes and pulled away just enough so their gazes met. “Because if I don’t, I’m going to come, and I want to make sure you come with me.”

“Are you going to put your seed on my belly like Hunter did?”

“If you’re asking if I’m going to pull out, then yes. Where it goes is directly proportional to how fast I pull out,” he said with a laugh.

Her lips pursed as she considered his words.

“You could…”

She trailed off, not sure she had the courage to suggest what she was thinking. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken him in her mouth before, but this was different, wasn’t it?

“I could what, honey?” he asked gently.

“Could you put it in my mouth, I mean before you spill?”

He swallowed hard and swelled even larger inside her. He liked the idea, and now that she knew that, she was determined to make it happen.

“I could,” he said carefully. “If that’s what you want.”

She nodded.

Slowly he withdrew, the rippling sensation in her sheath sending the most pleasurable shockwaves through her body. He pushed forward again, and she moaned at the friction. It felt so tight, almost as if they couldn’t possibly fit, and yet he glided through her body with ease.

A hard ball formed deep inside her core, knotting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his shaft. She held her breath as the tension grew more unbearable, and it was only at his gentle insistence that she breathe that she expelled the air in a long whoosh.

She wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but she knew she didn’t want him to stop

. She kept her legs locked around him and arched to meet his demanding thrusts.

His muscles rippled beneath her mouth. His scent grew stronger, more intoxicating. She licked, catching the sheen of sweat that glistened on his flesh then bared her teeth to bite him again.

“No,” he said hoarsely. “Honey, if you do that I won’t be able to stop. You first. Let me take care of you.”

So she took his mouth instead, kissing him fiercely as she dug her heels into his back. Then she turned her head away, baring her neck for him as she spiraled out of control.

He pressed his lips softly to the spot just below her ear and then nipped hard, holding her with his teeth.

She went liquid around his thick, pulsing shaft and then simply exploded. Shattered. She fell apart in his arms and blinked in bewilderment when she couldn’t focus her vision.

Sweet, unending pleasure flowed like rich honey through her veins. She shuddered and gripped him tightly, alternately pushing and pulling as her release became nearly unbearable.

She became aware of him stilling within her and of his hands smoothing over her face and her breasts, soothing her as he murmured reassurance.

For several long moments, he lay over her, kissing her and nibbling delicately at her jaw and lips. Finally her vision cleared enough so that she could see him looking at her. She blinked in confusion, and he smiled tenderly.

“Hi,” he said huskily. “You okay? No, don’t move,” he said when she started to shift beneath him.

Her entire body hummed, throbbed almost painfully. He leaned down to kiss her again, and he tentatively moved inside her.

She sighed in contentment, liking the weight and fullness of him. Gradually he picked up his speed, his hips meeting hers. His eyes closed, his jaw grew tight, and then suddenly he pulled out of her.

“Move down,” he rasped out, tugging at her hand.

She scooted down the bed as he moved up her body toward her mouth. His hand slid behind her head, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her up to meet his thrust.

She opened her lips to receive him, reveling in the shock of hard, male flesh filling her mouth. After the second thrust, warm saltiness spilled over her tongue, and she swallowed as he sank deeper.

He towered over her, so strong and muscular, his hand gripping her head as he held her to him. His fingers flexed at her nape, and she marveled at how strong he was and yet how restrained he was, how careful he was not to hurt her.

Slowly he lowered her head down to the mattress and moved to the side, taking her with him and into his arms. She went willingly, curling against his chest, wrapping her arms around him to hold him as tight as he held her.

He kissed the top of her head. “Okay?” he asked again.

She smiled. “Very okay.”