Going Wild (The Wild Ones 2)

Finally, I shove him off me, and he blinks like he’s trying to break out of a daze. Quickly, I pull his shirt off me, revealing the fact I never had a bra to put on.

His eyes immediately go to my chest, and I grin as I start shoving his boxers down my legs too.

“We can’t have sex with clothes on,” I point out.

He’s off the bed and tugging his shirt off in the next minute. I tell myself I’m only doing this because Liam just wants something he never had. Sex with me. Yep, it sounds ridiculous to me too, because what guy moves to Tomahawk, of all places, just to have sex with some girl he hung out with for three weeks.

We’re both crazy.

But I can’t fall too soon, or my heart will be his to crush in less than an hour.

As soon as he’s naked, I sort of gawk at him. He looks way better than I remember, and I didn’t think that was possible. Pretty sure my memory was robbing me of how perfect his body is because it didn’t want me running back to LA to see if he was healthy enough to satisfy my curiosity.

I crawl forward on the bed, and he watches me until I’m close enough for him to touch. The second I am, he has a hand in my hair again, and he’s coming down on top of me as he pushes me back.

Our lips touch with more hunger this time, both of us wanting this a little more than what is probably healthy.

His hard body slides over mine, grinding against me, and my legs open wider in invitation, ready for both of us to get put out of our misery.

I’m not sure how long we lie like that, naked and just kissing, hands exploring each other like we’ve forgotten how right this all feels, not even minding all the dried mud. But when Liam breaks the kiss, his eyes search mine before his lips tug in a sideways grin.

“You have no idea how good it feels to finally have you back,” he murmurs, causing my heart to stumble.

I’m almost too distracted and lost in this haze of ours when he starts pushing inside me, his lips back on mine and kissing me stupid.

“Condom,” I finally manage to say, reality slapping back at me.

His head comes back, his body still partially intruding mine, and he cocks his head.

“You’re off birth control?”

I slowly shake my head.

“But that doesn’t mean this should happen without a condom.”

Yeah, no. That’s a boundary. We cross that boundary, then that means we’re doing this for real. And if it’s real, then I’m going to be lost so damn fast…

Not that I tell him that.

He tries not to look disappointed, but clears his throat and pushes off me. He forces a smile, and says, “You’re right. That was stupid of me.”

I admit, I stare after him like a starved-for-sex woman as his gloriously naked body moves to the connected bathroom, and my gaze rakes over him all over again when he reemerges.

I don’t notice the condom box in his hand at first, because he’s sort of still, you know, really freaking hard. My eyes are otherwise occupied.

When I do look up, he’s smirking as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth. I’d be smirking too if I looked like that naked.

During his downed-to-a-bed time, he lost a lot of the definition he’s sporting now. I want to lick every inch of him and call him mine.

My eyes gravitate to where he’s rolling the condom on. Maybe there’s some lip-licking—from me.

He slowly lowers back down to me, and I grab him by the back of the neck, forcing him to kiss me again so I can forget how stupid crossing this threshold will be.

Sex is intimate when it’s with someone you care about. Look at Lilah. She had sex with her best friend, and now she’s married to him.

She may be in the midst of conceiving a litter right now because I wouldn’t put it past Penny to tamper with her birth control.

I forget about Lilah when Liam starts kissing a path down my throat, and my fingers dig into his shoulders, as my hips arch, desperate to feel him.

“We spent three weeks on foreplay, and almost a year fantasizing what this would be like. Please stop teasing me before I choose stubborn instead of stupid,” I murmur against his lips as they find mine again.

Without asking what that means, he reaches between us, and I feel him bumping against my entrance. That’s the only warning I get before he thrusts in deep, causing my breath to catch in my throat as my entire body tightens in anticipation.

Breaking the kiss, he lifts up just barely, and draws back before thrusting in again, going all the way in this time.