Wylde (Arizona Vengeance 7)

And then she shocks me by uttering the word “fuck” over and over in a long, staccato burst of release. It’s not that Clarke doesn’t curse, but I haven’t heard her lob the filthiest of all words before, so it’s sexy as hell coming from her at this moment.

She flops back down to the bed, gasping for air and I take a moment as I push up from my kneeling position to note with satisfaction her entire body is still trembling. I want to watch her try to pull herself back together, but I’ve got more pressing needs.

Namely, my aching dick, which is incredibly pissed at being ignored for so long. Lurching around, I bend and grab my jeans.

My wallet.

Then the condom inside. It’s one of three I stashed in there a few weeks ago—before our first wedding date. I had originally thought I’d have already had to replace them by now, but, honestly, I’m glad they’ve remained sealed.

This is way better than anything I ever thought I’d have with Clarke.

Clarke mutters something under her breath and lifts her head from the bed, staring at me with fuzzy eyes and pink cheeks. Her nipples are pebbled, most likely from the orgasm she just had, and I make a mental note to give them some attention.

After making quick work of the condom wrapper, I fist myself and roll the rubber on. Clarke’s eyes widen as she watches, her mouth parting slightly as her little pink tongue flicks out to swipe her lip. I have to work hard to hold back my groan, even more so to control myself so I don’t pounce on her.

It’s not going to be easy.

Not with the way she’s gazing at me.

At my cock, actually, which seems to pound with an aching need to get inside her.

I drag in a shaky breath, calling on some goddamn self-control. Angry at myself, as well as slightly amused since I’ve never been so out of sorts with a woman before, I raise one leg and press my knee into the mattress on the outside of Clarke’s bare thigh.

She instinctively scrambles backward up the mattress, but not in an effort to escape.

Merely to accommodate.

My other leg comes up, too. By some means, she and I meet exactly in the middle of the bed. Clarke’s hazel eyes somehow glow even greener—her desire, perhaps? Her legs spread, causing the outsides of her thighs to nudge against the insides of mine, and I shift until I’m perfectly nestled in between her legs.

Exactly where I need to be.

Elbows pressed into the mattress to hold my weight off her, I dip my head and bring my mouth not to hers, but to her nipple instead. I kiss it softly, touching the tip of my tongue to it and relishing her appreciative moan as her fingers slide into the softness of my hair.

My hips lower slightly, the length of my cock pressing onto her pelvis. Clarke gyrates her hips, a move that doesn’t go easy on my aching shaft, and I nibble sharply at her nipple with my teeth. The cutest, most unladylike grunt erupts from her as her legs slide outward, creating more of an invitation. She slides a hand to my ass, trying to urge me even closer.

Trying to get me inside of her.

But first, I have to do one more thing. I need her mouth again, because I have found such supreme beauty in kissing it. I also want her to taste herself on my lips—to know there won’t be any barriers between us in this bed. Just as one day, I expect her to kiss me after she’s taken me deep inside her throat, so we can share everything.

I snort, not able to hide the tiny bark of laughter at my internal musings. I’ve turned into a fucking poet because of the woman beneath me.

Clarke’s eyes fill with curiosity, probably wondering about the slight curve to my mouth, but I merely touch my lips to hers. Eagerly, she opens for me. As my tongue slides in against hers, I take my cock in hand and find the exact place I must possess. When I deepen the kiss, she moans into my mouth and I start to slide into her warmth. Clarke groans at the fullness, and my eyes about roll into the back of my head from the tightness of her sheath.

The minute I’m balls deep inside her, reality hits me. I’m not going to last long. A shudder rips up my spine when Clarke flexes the muscles cradling my cock. Thank fuck I’ve already made her come twice because, right now, I feel like a schoolboy getting ready to bust a nut for the first time.

Lifting my lips from hers, I mutter, “Hang on, baby.”

“Huh?” she asks, but gets no more time to question me, before I pull out and plunge back into her.