They stared at each other until the microwave dinged, making Rory jerk in surprise.
“I should go,” Wilder said in a low tone.
“Yes,” she whispered, but neither of them moved.
Then he reached her in a few strides, cupped her face in his hands, and lowered his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his.
“I need you,” he said when he raised his lips from hers.
“I need you too.”
Rory removed his hat, dropped it to the floor, took his hand, and led him to her bedroom. He picked her up, placed her on the bed, and then lay down beside her. His hand moved across her belly, under her T-shirt, and up to cup her breast. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple until it hardened, then he rolled the shirt up over her head and tossed it. He lowered his head and placed his mouth over her nipple, and sucked it deep into his mouth. Rory fisted her hands in his hair.
Wilder raised his head and looked into her eyes.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he said, then kissed her hard.
She pushed at his shoulders, making him roll to his back. After removing her lounge pants, she straddled him.
“And I’m going to take my time with you.”
He groaned as he stared up at her. She rolled his T-shirt up, removed it, dropped it over the side of the bed, then stared down at him.
“I love this area,” she said as she ran the tip of her finger from his belly button to just above the waistband of his jeans. “This happy trail is so sexy.”
“This is what’s sexy.” Wilder sat up and took her nipple between his lips.
She wiggled against him. “I think something is definitely ready.”
“Always for you, darlin." I have to keep my mind on other things all day, or I’ll embarrass myself.”
Rory laughed. “We can’t have that, can we?”
“No.” He put his lips close to hers. “I’m serious, Rory. You make me hard, and I don’t even have to be near you.”
She pushed at his shoulders, making him lie down again, then she scooted down his legs, unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper, and moved to the end of the bed to remove his boots.
After tugging them off, she pulled his jeans down his legs then dropped them to the floor. She could see his hard cock straining his boxer briefs. She hooked her fingers in the elastic, pulled them off, and wrapped her hand around him.
Looking him in the eye, she leaned down and slid her mouth down over him. His fingers sifted through her hair.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said between clenched teeth.
“I know. I want to. You just relax.”
“Just how am I supposed to do that—” He hissed in a breath when she sucked hard. “Damn, Rory…”
She kept at it for a few more minutes, then lifted her mouth from him and then slowly impaled herself on him.
“You feel so good,” she murmured.
“Not as good as you.”
“Yeah, we’ll argue about that later.” She rocked her hips and ground against him.
His hands went to her hips, gripping them. Rory knew he wanted her to go faster, but she wanted this to last.
Her belly fluttered as she kept moving faster and harder. Tossing her head back, she cried out when she came hard. Wilder sat up, flipped her onto her back, and took her hard. When he throbbed inside her when he came, it threw her over again. He groaned out her name in the crook of her neck.