Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) (15 page)

Coming to a halt about a foot away from him, she tilted her head and twirled a blond curl with trembling fingers before tucking it behind her ear.

“You were an ass earlier,” she murmured.

“I know,” he gritted. “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

Edging even closer, she hovered for a second and licked her lips. “Is that what you want to do? Make it up to me?”

He couldn’t help himself. She wanted to play? Good. Let’s see what she did with this. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied with faux submission hanging on every syllable. “Anything you want.”

“No hands. Understand?” she taunted with a slow, sexy smile.

He nodded and clenched his fists to stop from touching her. Fuck. She was going to make this as hard on him as she could.

Pursing her lips into a pensive pout, she started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly slipping one button after another through its hole. When his pants stopped her, she didn’t yank the shirttails out, just left him standing with his chest exposed as she moved to the buckle of his belt

He liked the way she frowned in deep concentration as she focused on releasing the buckle and then the snap on his pants. She looked him in the eye though when her fingers found the tab of the zipper, lowering it an inch or two and then stopping. His pants weren’t going anywhere due to the way his cock was tenting the fabric. The little tease she was subjecting him to only made matters worse.

When she ran the flat of her hand from his neck to his belly button, he almost lost his shit. She had the softest touch he’d ever known, a thought that had goosebumps breaking out across his flesh.

Finally pulling the shirttails out of his pants, she made quick work of the last buttons then pushed the shirt off his shoulders pulling his arms from the sleeves at the last. Rather as he had done with her shirt the night before, she tossed it aside and took a small step back as her eyes devoured his torso.

He was beyond being simply aroused when she sucked in a deep breath and moaned, “You’re
beautiful
.” He’d been called a lot of things but hearing the way she said that word was sexy times a hundred.

Jax’s clenched fists twitched as he struggled to not touch her when she used those soft, expressive hands of hers to explore every inch of his chest. Her fascination with his nipples made his struggle all the harder. He didn’t even try to stop the groan that rumbled up from his core as she stroked his flesh and used her nails to lightly score his skin. She was staring intently at what she was doing so he lowered his forehead until it rested on hers.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I need to touch you.”

“No,” she growled right back at him. “You promised. No hands, remember?”

His head rolled back on his shoulders as an anguished “
Unf
,” split the air.

Next thing he knew, she was licking his skin, pressing hot, wet kisses across his collarbone and up his neck. With her fingers applying just the right amount of tortured pressure to his nipples, she sucked on an earlobe, bit it, and then swirled her tongue inside the shell of his ear. He was shaking by the time she switched to the opposite ear.

“Tell me again that you’re sorry,” she whispered close to the side of his head. “Make me believe you this time.”

Oh God. She was killing him. “I’m fucking sorry,” he groaned.

“Why did you act like that?”

O
hhhh
. She wanted an admission, not just an apology. No fucking problem. He didn’t have any reason to keep what he was feeling from her. She needed to know who he was.

“I was jealous, love. The thought of another man,
any other man
, touching you. It made me crazy.”

She gave him the greatest gift she could in the next breath when she told him, “I’ve never let anyone touch me the way you have.” To make sure he got the point, she latched her teeth onto his neck where it met his shoulder and bit down hard.

Fierce arousal shot through him as her teeth marked his skin, making Jax’s knees almost buckle from under him. Clutching her waist to keep from going down he was shocked when she slapped his hands away and reprimanded him with a grunted, “No.”

“Brynn…my God,” he pleaded.

“I’ll stop. I swear I will, if you touch me again without permission.”

Suddenly, Jax knew how she felt last night when he’d deliberately edged her arousal until she was incoherent with unfulfilled lust.

He could only grunt and growl as he struggled to stay ahead of what she was doing to him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck
, he chanted silently.

By the time her fingers went back to his zipper, he was more in control but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hanging by a thread. Enormously grateful that she’d been most careful not to injure him permanently as she tugged the zipper over his throbbing cock, when she slid her hands inside his pants and palmed his ass as she pushed the fabric down his legs he had to take a deep breath to restore some brain function.

As he kicked his pants away, she stepped back several paces and subjected him to a slow, leisurely visual inspection that robbed his mind of thought. Standing before her in nothing but a pair of skin tight boxer briefs, his sex had never seemed more pronounced as it did confined in the soft cotton.

Watching her lick her lips in anticipation—of what, he didn’t know—all his prayers were answered when she began doing a strip tease shimmy right in front of him. You’d think that her standard daily uniform for working in the bakery of a plain white t-shirt and jeans wouldn’t be all that alluring but when the body underneath was revealed inch by tantalizing inch, it was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

Jax wasn’t ignorant of the occasional lap dance or of what constituted a professional stripper’s routine, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could hold a candle to the sight Brynn made as she oh so very slowly started to disrobe.

First, she unsnapped her jeans and pulled on the zipper revealing an enticing tease of white edged in lace. Next, she pulled her arms inside the short sleeves of her simple t-shirt. She slowly peeled it up her stomach, exposing the lacy bra underneath, and then drew it over her head. For good measure, she clutched it in front of her, keeping the mouth-watering sight of her plump breasts from his view. She was going for the full tease and being a gentleman, he made extra sure to reward her with a scorching leer, never taking his eyes off her perfection.

There was a strange sound buzzing in his head when she twirled away from him, tossed the t-shirt aside, grabbed the top of her jeans, and began peeling them off her butt. Fuck it if she didn’t actually bend forward and wiggle her ass to help the pants slide down. Holy Christ. She’d never know how much it cost him to stay still and not leap across the room and throw her on the bed right then and there. When the seductive striptease had her completely bent over, ass raised provocatively in the air as she pushed the jeans off her feet, Jax was sure the heavy thud in his chest was the first sign of a heart attack. She was literally fucking killing him.

All sorts of things he wanted to do to her gorgeous ass lit up his mind when she ran her fingertips along the elastic at the leg openings of her panties. No expensive silk lingerie had ever looked as hot as that plain cotton and lace. He swallowed a huge lump in his throat. She said he couldn’t touch her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t touch himself. With his dick pulsing and throbbing like a motherfucker in reaction to her sexy tease, he rubbed his hand across the heavy bulge in his briefs and groaned.

At the sound, she gazed at him over her shoulder with a sly, naughty look and dipped her fiery eyes to the action of his hand. He saw her breath catch and wanted to punch the air with satisfaction.
Now we’re getting somewhere
, he thought when she didn’t exactly make haste to look away. He fucking wanted her to take it in—wanted her to enjoy watching as he stroked his sex, made hard and taut by what she was doing. This little performance of hers was turning him on like crazy.

She gathered her long hair in a big handful and gestured to him. “If you do exactly as you’re told, and no more, I’ll let you unhook my bra. But that’s it Jax. No touching. Unhook, then step back, okay?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered.

Sounding like a stern schoolteacher she bit out, “Excuse me? Uh, uh, uh. Manners, please.”

He grinned like a mindless idiot. He was enjoying this, maybe too much. “My bad,” he corrected. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” he told her with a wide smile.

Stepping forward, he reached out and with a quick flick of his fingers, deftly opened the hooks on her bra. The minute the two sides separated, she caught the garment at her breasts and looked at him again over her shoulder. When she raised an eyebrow, he held up his hands in surrender and took two big steps back.

He already knew she had perfect tits so when she carefully pirouetted around, his eyes anxiously waited for their unveiling. The sight of her clutching the lace-covered bra cupping her delectable mounds made his mouth water for real. He figured she’d drop the bra and let him have a good long look, which she certainly did, but the bonus came when she grabbed those beautiful tits in her own hands and jiggled them for good measure, before tweaking the perfect, pink tipped nipples and cupping them from beneath just so, as if offering them to him for his ravishment. His eyes burned with desire and he licked his lips in anticipation of having the pebbled nipples on his tongue.

He was so wrapped up in carnal thoughts about her tits that he didn’t realize she’d moved until she was reaching into the waistband of his briefs and rather forcefully pushing them down his thighs. When his cock sprang free and stood at attention, he heard her gasp and knew a sense of male pleasure that turned him inside out.

She moaned an earthy, “Oh my God,” when she saw his naked body in all its sculpted glory for the first time.

S
EEING JAX COMPLETELY NAKED, BRYNN almost lost her nerve when the raw, primitive reality of his magnificent male perfection was revealed. Good Lord, he was something. When she removed his shirt and discovered the hard-bodied abs and defined musculature of his torso, she went all giggly inside. But nothing prepared her for the full deal.

When his briefs were removed and the enormous bulge she’d been eyeing came to life, it was all she could do not to fall on her knees and worship his beautiful cock. Her hoarsely muttered, “Oh my God,” didn’t do justice to what she was seeing. He was, in a word, breathtaking. His impressive staff was thick and majestic looking. His was the perfect male specimen—hard and jutting from a modest thatch of hair the very same sable color as that on his head. Her viewing of his striking male beauty was made all the more glorious because he clearly took care of his appearance right down to a bit of manscaping that she found very appealing.

Without further hesitation, she pushed him backward with a hard shove making him fall onto the mattress with a thud. From that angle, his handsome cock made an even more alluring sight. When he stroked his big hand along his equally big staff, she shuddered at the carnality of the action but quickly recovered telling him, “Now, now. Put those hands out of the way.”

After a hard squeeze, he relinquished his hold and watched her through lust-filled eyes, flinging his arms to his sides and clenching his fists.
Well
, she thought,
maybe now he’ll know how desperate and turned on I felt last night
. Served him right.

Standing over him, she put a foot on either side of his body and started to remove her panties. She was so damn wet from all the teasing that peeling the damp cotton from between her legs wasn’t easy. When she’d lowered the cotton and lace as far as she could with her legs spread as they were, she went back to cupping her breasts and just stood there, right over him, so he had a front row seat of her dripping sex and swollen tits.

His eyes told her he was definitely enjoying the view and she almost giggled when she saw him start to reach for her, then slam his clenched fists back to the mattress. His jaw tightened and twin streaks of red, a sure sign of arousal, burned on his cheeks.

Brynn shimmied out of the panties lifting one foot and then the other until she was as naked as he. Her inner seductress dropped the small scrap of cotton with the telltale damp spot right onto his face.

“Ooops,” she teased and bent to snatch them away as he inhaled deeply and groaned. This time she really did giggle when she caught sight of the primal delight illuminating his face.

She teased him with a wicked smile. “Like my panties, do you?”

“Yes, ma’am. They smell like you taste.”

Aw, now see.
That was just what she wanted to hear. Dropping to her knees she straddled him at mid-chest, tossed the panties aside, speared her fingers into his hair, and held his head tight then fell on his mouth like a wild animal. It was no hardship at all to devour him, biting and nipping at his lips. He was groaning like a man in agony so she eased his suffering with her tongue invading his mouth.

Right until that moment she’d been in control of her body’s response to their teasing play, but all that started to shatter when a deep ache began low in her belly while her sex pulsed like mad. Shit. She wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for much longer.