Wild Kisses (Wildwood 2)

Then he pulled his hand back, met her eyes deliberately, and held them as he took his fingers into his mouth and sucked. Shock burned straight down Avery’s chest and zapped her sex like a current.

Trace’s eyes fell closed on a long groan. “Mmmm, fuck that’s good.”

Fire leaped through her body. Her chest was so tight, she could barely breathe. He was even further beyond her sexual expertise than she’d realized. Until this moment, she hadn’t recognized just how naive she was. Hadn’t understood just how much she didn’t know. Hadn’t comprehended that even the dirtiest conversation she’d listened to among other army wives hadn’t prepared her for this.

For Trace.

His hand slid between her legs again, rubbing in the juice before sliding two fingers inside her. Avery gasped, tensed, and writhed into delicious pressure. “God, Trace . . .”

“I love hearing that.” He released a heavy breath and leaned in, pushing her thighs wider and lowering his head to stroke his tongue across her mouth. “I love hearing my name on these lips.”

She opened to him, but he just hovered there, out of reach, his gaze drilling into hers as he moved inside her, driving her a little closer . . . a little closer . . . a little closer to the promise of ecstasy. To the promise of sweet oblivion for several long, delirious seconds.

She was getting so much more than she’d expected. So much more than she knew what to do with.

Yet she still heard herself say, “More, Trace . . .” Her voice came out shaky and weak, and she reminded herself of an addict searching for a hit. “I want more.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “Oh, you’re gonna get more. Plenty of time, Cupcake. We’ve got all night.”

The wicked promise lighting his eyes shot twin streaks of excitement and alarm across her nerves. Holding tight to the wood with one hand, she reached

out and tugged his belt through the buckle. “I can’t do this all night.”

He chuckled. “Well, now I’m going to have to prove you wrong.” He pushed deep, creating heat and pressure and wild, mind-numbing pleasure that halted Avery’s hand. Her mouth fell open, and a surprised cry rose from her lips. “And you know how stubborn I can be.”

He covered her open mouth with his and stroked her tongue the way he was stroking his fingers inside her until she was struggling to lift into his hand. “Ah, God, Trace . . .”

“Tell me to make you come.”

The pressure centered deep in her body. A wild kind of need that would have had her begging if she didn’t feel such a sense of shame about it.

“Trace . . .” She was so close, wanted it so bad.

He put his mouth near her ear and whispered, “Beg me, order me, do it however you want to do it, but I’m not going to let you come until you ask for it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and bit out, “Fuck.”

Trace laughed. A hot, nasty laugh as he kissed a trail down her neck. “It’s so hot to hear such a dirty word from such a pretty mouth. I can’t wait to see the other dirty things that pretty mouth can do tonight.”

“Oh, God . . . ,” she moaned; her arms burned from lifting her body into his hand, searching for another delicious peak. And his dirty talk was hitting some crazy place inside her, turning her on in a way she’d never believed possible. “Trace . . . please.”

“Open your eyes, Avery. Look at me and say it.”

She gritted her teeth, frustrated with need, angry he was pushing her to uncomfortable limits. And opened her eyes to his. “Fucking make me come, dammit.”

The lust that flared in his eyes burned through Avery, and the smile that glittered across his face could have come straight from the devil. “Well done. Now keep your eyes open and on me.”

“Trace—”

Her angry warning was cut off by the thrust of his fingers inside her and the following rub and push and grind of whatever he did. “Ah . . .”

Her eyes started to close, but Trace ordered, “Eyes on me. I want to see the orgasm slide through your beautiful face just before it rips through your body.”

The climax was so deep, so big, so all consuming, and so slow to come, Avery swore it felt like excruciating moments with her gaze locked with Trace’s. She felt as if he saw all the way inside her soul. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She felt controlled and absolutely owned by the time the peak broke.

Her body convulsed and jerked. The sounds that came from her weren’t anything she’d ever heard before, not in her greatest pleasure or her deepest despair.

And when the peak broke, all her muscles gave and she fell forward. Trace caught her and held her close.