Caveman (Wild Men 1)

I don’t move. I want him to touch me. I don’t remember ever wanting anything so much since Christmas when I was little and wished for a ride on Santa’s sleigh.

You know what? Scratch that. I want this more. My whole body arches when he pushes the jacket off my shoulders. My breasts feel heavy. My nipples are so hard they hurt—and I’m still fully dressed.

Looks like Micah is thinking the same because he grabs the hem of my blouse and tugs. I lift my hands and let him pull it off. My hair-tie has come off in the process, and I shake my shoulder-length hair out.

Micah throws my blouse to the floor, his gaze immediately dipping down to my breasts, snug in the cups of my white satin bra. He licks his lips and inhales sharply, his nose flaring.

Then his mouth crashes on mine in a hot kiss. With one hand he grabs my wrist and pins it on the wall above my head, while the other returns to my breast, covering it, playing with my nipple.

Heat leaks between my legs. His hard length is caught between us, but I can’t wait any longer. I need him. I raise my leg and wrap it around his tense, muscular thigh and lift myself on my tiptoes. Finally his hard-on presses against where I need him most, and oh God, I’m falling.

I’m distantly aware of moaning loudly into his mouth as fireworks go off behind my eyes. I shake, caught between the wall and his body, between his mouth and his hardness. The orgasm catches me by surprise. I didn’t realize I was so close to the edge.

He pulls back slightly and grins against my mouth. Then he lets go of my wrist and wraps his arms around me. He nuzzles my ear. “That was beautiful,” he whispers.

I pant against his neck, inhaling his light scent of musk and ink. I lower my leg and lean against the wall, my arms loosely draped around his hips. My body is still humming with pleasure, my muscles heavy and loose. I’m not sure I can stay upright if he releases me.

As if sensing that, he stays like that for a while, holding me close. “Okay?” he breathes and I shiver.

He’s still rock-hard where he presses into me. The shape of his cock is so perfectly outlined through his pants that I think he may be going commando underneath. My breath catches at the thought.

I slide my hands to his back, then lower, cupping his round, muscled ass cheeks and giving them a light squeeze.

A gasp escapes him, and his erection jumps between us. “Ev...”

God, the way he speaks my name is like sex. It makes me reckless. After all, I just came from rubbing against him, pressed to the wall.

I push his pants down. After a few seconds of shocked stillness, he takes over, shoving them down his legs and stepping out of them. He stands completely naked in front of me, and he’s gorgeous. Perfect. Built like a statue.

His cock juts up, flushed and wet, and my mouth waters. I’ve never gone down on anyone without a condom, but I want to taste him so much it’s like a craving. Maybe it’s his scent, so delicious.

When I start going down to my knees, though, he grips my under the arms and stops me. “Your leg,” he whispers, his breathing ragged.

“But I want to,” I whisper back and he grins.

“Sofa,” he says and tugs me along.

We fall on the sofa together. I think he’ll sit back and let me do what I want, but it seems he has other ideas. He pushes me to lie down and leans over me, strands of blond hair falling into his eyes. They’ve turned a midnight blue, dark and hypnotizing.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he says quietly, “for so long.”

And when I open my mouth to ask what he means—we’ve only recently met—he tugs down my pants and panties. He glances at my scarred leg and knee—a quick, interested look—and then reaches up and pushes off the straps of my bra, freeing my breasts.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, his voice hushed. “Fuck, Ev. You’re so goddamn sexy.”

I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me like that. Before I can process the way his heated gaze glides over me, he leans in and closes his mouth over one nipple.

Oh God. Lightning hits my core, and I arch off the sofa. It doesn’t seem possible that I want more, but I do. I make an incoherent noise in the back of my throat and grab his shoulders, pulling him to me. I need to kiss him more.

“I want to taste you,” I murmur against his lips, but he shakes his head. He lowers himself, planting his hands on either side of my head, and his hardness slides on my stomach, hot like fire.

“I won’t last two seconds,” he says. “I want you so fucking much. I’m...”

Breathless, I reach between us for his cock and wrap my hand around it. So thick and hard, silky, with a core of steel.

“Oh shit.” He makes a growling sound at the back of his throat, and his eyes close. He thrusts into my hand, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The muscles in his chest ripple, his abs tighten. Moisture leaks from the tip of his cock, coating my fingers.

His eyes flutter open and stare right into mine. He snaps his hips, and I feel his hard flesh pulse in my hand. It’s an amazing feeling, sensing the orgasm rise in him. I reach with my other hand and touch his balls, large and drawn close to the base of his erection. I’ve never dared do such things before, but he’s so beautiful. My hand cups his sack, and his face twists in a grimace like pain.