The Drift (Preacher Brothers 3)

A dark look of possession and arousal covered his face, and I wondered if he could see how much I wanted him, if that was why he was hanging on by a thread right now.

“Tell me you want me, that you want this.”

I couldn’t breathe as I really let his words sink in, as I knew, thought, felt, and imagined what we would do and what would happen afterward.

“I want you, Wilder. I just want you.” I didn’t know how else to put this into words, how to acutely describe the things I wanted with him. It frightened me to even think them, let alone say them to another living soul. “Touch me,” I begged in the softest voice. We were alone, and we were doing this, going there with each other. I knew I didn’t have to elaborate on what part of my body I wanted him to touch, because the truth was, I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

He slid his fingertips along my shoulder, down my arm, and made his way to my breast. The mound felt heavy and full, sensitive. And when he had his big palm over the flesh, adding a tiny bit of pressure, I felt myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. And then he added a bit more pressure, and a moan spilled from me.

“God,” he said on a shaky breath. “You fit me perfectly.” I felt like he spoke to himself, this wonder in his voice drawing my pleasure even higher.

I let my head fall back slightly, closed my eyes, and then I felt Wilder’s mouth on my now exposed throat. I could have gotten off from the feel of his teeth and lips on my flesh alone, felt my inner muscles between my thighs clenching painfully, wanting something big and substantial, something that would fill me up and stretch me to the point of pain. And I knew that was something only Wilder could give me.

Curling my hands around his wide, muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his tattooed flesh, feeling his warmth, his strength. This was going to happen, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop it.

I lifted my head and forced my eyes open, and as I stared into Wilder’s face, his expression spoke volumes.

He was just getting started.

Chapter Twenty

Wilder

God, I couldn’t hold in my groan, and I knew the vibrations spread through her flesh at the side of her neck. I ran my tongue along her flesh. Fuck, she tasted sweet.

I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck over and over again, knowing I could’ve done this all night long, just tasting her, hearing her pleasure in the form of moans and gasps. Fuck, I wanted to memorize her body with my lips, sliding my tongue over every inch of her until I could paint her from memory alone.

I glanced down at her breasts, which pressed against the material of her shirt. They were firm, a handful, perfect for me in every way. I remembered the rock-hard little bead of her nipple in the center of my palm as I touched the mound, curled my fingers around her soft flesh. My cock jerked against my sweats, demanding to be free. I wanted to feel how tight she was, how wet I made her. Hell, I could have came right then if I kept this up.

I wanted her, and nothing and no one would stop me from having Zoey.

“Zoey.” I lifted my hips, grinding my stiff cock against her, feeling her heat through the material of her shorts and panties, through my sweats. “I’ve never been this hard in my life.”

She moaned, and the vibrations that came from her neck went right into my body, right down to my cock. I felt more pre-cum line the tip, no doubt creating a damp spot on the front of my pants. I broke away from her neck and trailed my lips along her jaw before finally claiming her mouth in another kiss. I fucked her there, kissing her harder, running my tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.

She tasted sweet, and that sweetness came from the desire she had for me. I grew addicted for more.

I forced myself to break the kiss, because I wanted to see her expression, wanted to see how much pleasure was written across her delicate features. And she didn’t disappoint. She never could. Zoey’s face showed a drugged-like expression, and the very male part of me wanted to say fuck going slow and take her wild and rough, so fucking consuming that we were both left barely breathing by the time it was all said and done.

Her pupils dilated, and her lips parted.

I wanted us naked, with Zoey under me and me between her thighs. I took her mouth again, my control slipping even more.