“Oh, I thought you could really fill out a pair of jeans, and I loved your voice.”
“But the beard was a no, huh?”
“Yep. Sorry. I am glad you shaved it off, though.” She cupped his cheek in her hand.
“Me too, darlin’, especially if it got you in bed.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple. “Beautiful.”
“What is your tattoo?”
“It’s a music note in an infinity symbol and a rose without thorns signifying no matter how crazy the world can be, music and family are forever.”
“You love your family a lot.”
“I do. Now, can we get back to it?”
“Please.”
Wilder lowered his head and ran his tongue around her nipple, then he put his mouth over it and sucked. Her fingers thrust into his hair, and she pulled him closer. She didn’t have to worry. He wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not until he finished going over every inch of her.
He moved his hand down her belly and ran his fingers along the top of her panties, teasing her, but he jerked when her hand slid inside his jeans and wrapped around his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
“I’m impressed,” she said, making him laugh.
“Good to know.” He removed his wallet from the back pocket, then he took a condom from it and set it on the nightstand.
“Please,” she whispered as she pushed his jeans down.
Wilder rolled away from her, sat on the side of the bed, toed off his boots, removed his socks, stood, shoved his jeans and boxer briefs off, then turned to face her. He watched as her eyes roamed over him from head to toe, then a slow smile lifted her lips when she looked up at him.
“As I said, I’m impressed.” She held her arms out to him. “Come here.”
He walked to the end of the bed with a grin and stared down at her. She raised on her elbows and looked at him. After looking at the black bikini panties, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them, leaned down, and pulled the panties off. He tossed them and looked at those red curls.
“I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“That you were a natural redhead.”
Rory laughed. “I can’t believe you even thought about that.”
“Baby, I had troublenotthinking about it.” He crawled up between her legs, keeping his weight off her, leaned down, and kissed her above those curls. Then he looked up at her and kept his eyes on her as he moved his tongue along her slit. Her gasp filled the room.
“Wilder…”
“Should I stop? I will if you want me to, but I want to taste you, Rory. I can smell your arousal, and I want to give you an orgasm that will make you scream.”
“Wilder,” she moaned out his name.
“You said that already. Well? Should I stop?”
“No. Please, no.”
“Good. I’ll get back to it then.”
****
Rory couldn’t breathe.Waiting. Her breath left her in a whoosh when his tongue moved through her curls again. But when he put his mouth over her clitoris and sucked, she fisted her hands in his hair. His shoulders spread her legs apart, and his tongue moved up and down her slit. Over and over. When he sucked on her clitoris again, her belly clenched, and she knew she was going over.