Wild With You (Independence Falls 4)

“I’ve dreamed about kissing you, claiming you with my mouth.”

“Kat—­”

“Every inch.”She touched her lips to his chest, brushing soft kisses over the body that surpa

ssed her fantasies. In New York she’d dated men who spent hours in the gym fine-­tuning their pecs and sculpting their six-­packs. They looked like wimps next to Brody Summers.

“Do you work out?” she murmured before flicking her tongue over his nipple.

“No,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I work.”

“Saving others looks good on you.” She ran her hands over his taunt abdomen. Releasing his belt, she moved on to his pants. Her fingers teased the elastic band on his underwear, slipping beneath. The pad of her thumb brushed his cock. “But I don’t need to be rescued.”

His hand captured her wrist. “Kat—­”

“Admit it, you want me.” She pulled free from his hold. Drawing his suit pants and boxers down over his hips, she sank to the ground. Tilting her head back as her hand wrapped around him, stroking from the base to the tip and down, she stared up into his dark brown eyes. She searched for a sign of sympathy. And came up empty. Thank goodness.

She turned her attention to his long, thick length. “If I’d known what you were hiding behind your boxers last night, I would have insisted on having a turn.” Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “I’m taking one now.”

“Jesus.” His voice was a low growl seemingly at odds with his Mr. Do-­the-­Right-­Thing reputation. “Yes, I want you.”

Lips hovering close, she glanced up at him again. His fingers gripped the upright barrel at his back. His hips thrust toward her hand, demanding more from each stroke. The look in his eyes bordered on feral.

“Tell me what you see when you look at me now,” she demanded. The thought that this man, who appeared as if he wanted to devour her, might let sympathy seep back in . . . She wanted to banish the word pity from his vocabulary forever.

“Right now I can’t see past your lips.” The urgent need in his tone confirmed his words. “Your mouth.”

“Good answer,” she murmured, wrapping her lips around him. Her tongue stroked him as her mouth ran up and down. His hips bucked forward, setting a frantic rhythm. He wasn’t holding back. Not anymore.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he said. “Let me see more.”

Maintaining a hold on his cock with one hand, her fingers rising up to meet her mouth with each thrust of his hips, she obeyed. He let out a low growl when she reached the last button and ran her hand up over her skin, drawing the shirt away from her breasts. Her fingers danced over the lacy edge where the fabric of her bra met skin.

“When I look at you, I remember how you taste.” His voice was a low, steady growl. The sound teased her body, his words taking the place of his hands. “The moment you walked out of the hotel, I wanted to strip off the layers of your skirt. You want to hear me say the words? I want you. From the minute you left my room last night, I’ve wanted you.”

His hips moved faster, demanding more. She drew the cups of her bra down beneath her breasts. His growl of appreciation offered an A for effort.

“I never lose control, but I look at you and—­”

She rewarded his wild abandon by pinching her nipple, drawing it out, letting him watch as she drove her own desire.

“Ah hell, Kat. The things I want from you . . .” A low groan replaced words.

“Hold tight to those thoughts,” she ordered, her hand working up and down his length. “Close your eyes and let them play out. Every time you look at me, I want you to remember those wild scenes. And then I want you to show me.”

BRODY OBEYED, CLOSING his eyes as she reclaimed his cock. The feel of her lips sucking hard, drawing him in, her tongue pushing him closer—­he didn’t need to imagine Kat stripped naked and lying on his bed to make him explode. But that didn’t stop the fantasy reel.

In his bed—­ah hell, he wanted her there, naked and waiting for him. He imagined sinking into her, taking her in a way that had nothing to do with careful restraint.

His hips bucked against her mouth. He fought the urge to run his fingers through her long hair and hold her head.

“I want you, Kat.” He opened his eyes and looked down at her. If she needed to hear those words, needed him at admit that desire and lust overrode his brain when it came to her, he’d give her those words over and over. “I want you.”

Her breasts bounced as her mouth lifted up and down. Perched over the cups of her bra, her nipples begged for attention. And he couldn’t resist. Releasing one hand from the barrel, he reached out and brushed her nipple. He felt the vibration of her moan against his cock.

“Fuck.” He bit off the word, the sound of her desire pushing him over the edge. He tried to pull away from her mouth as the climax took hold. But she held tight, refusing to release him. She took everything he had and still left him wanting more—­wanting her.When she finally drew back, offering him a wicked grin, he wondered if wanting was the right word. Right now, staring at her lips swollen from sucking him off, need took a firm hold of him. It had nothing to do with her past or the reasons why she’d returned to Independence Falls.

Stepping out of his dress shoes, he shed the rest of his clothes. She tracked his movements. Rocking back on her heels, he thought for a moment she might stand, make her excuses and leave him with an unfulfilled need for more. But they’d come this far. He wasn’t going to let her walk away before he heard her call out his name as she came.