Wild: Wildfire by Cheyenne McCray Read Free Book Online Page B

handling her so gently, as though he cherished every part of her. His mouth had teased her nipples, slowly working his way down between her thighs to her pussy. She couldn’t believe he put his mouth on her clit, tasting her until she was writhing, and dying for him to be inside her.
    Before he entered her, he had caressed between her thighs until he brought her to orgasm. And then he slid his cock into her, taking her slow and easy. She’d cried out from the incredible pleasure rippling through her body.
    He had stopped, afraid he’d hurt her, but she had ordered him to keep fucking her, clenching his hips between her thighs. Harder and faster he moved within her, filling her, until he reached his own climax.
    Jake’s warm breath on her neck and his low voice brought her out of her memories. “I never thought I could want you more than I did that day. But every day after that, I couldn’t get enough of you.” His hands moved from her waist, caressing her through the dress, down her hips and back again to her waist. “And somehow I want you now even more than I did then.”
    God but she wanted to fuck him.
    No. She was supposed to give him a lot of hot frustration, not the other way around.
    Vibrator waiting at home. Remember the vibrator.
    Dee finally found her voice and her willpower. “Nothing’s going to happen between us. I agreed to be friends with you. Not fuck you.”
     
     
    Jake groaned and pressed her hips harder against his erection. He’d always loved it when Dee talked dirty. Without a doubt, he knew she wanted him with the same fierceness he felt for her. The one dance had already melded into a second, and if he had his way, he’d be dancing with her all night.
    And then he’d get her home and in his bed.
    Just the thought of what she was wearing under that scrap of a dress was enough to make him utter a primal chest-beating growl, throw her over his shoulder and take her home and do her.
    When he’d arrived at the fairgrounds, Dee had pulled in and parked her Rover in the row in front of him. After a moment she’d slid out of her SUV, and her tiny fuck-me skirt had climbed up her thighs to reveal garters holding up sheer stockings. Pure lust had bolted through him at the sight. All thoughts of work, rustlers, and smugglers blew away with the breeze.
    Transfixed, as though under a spell, he had watched Dee fix her skirt, raise her head and march off to the dancehall, the best she could in those high heels.
    Jake had hurried out of his truck and strode toward Dee, planning to catch up. But then her steps had slowed and she’d come to a complete stop and stared at the building, so lost in her thoughts that he’d been able to get close without her noticing. He had the feeling that if he hadn’t been right behind her, she probably would have gone back home.
    Now she was in his arms, her scent of wind and orange blossoms flowing over him, and it felt so completely right. He knew he’d been an idiot to leave her, and he damn well wasn’t going to make that mistake a second time.
    But would she ever trust him again? Well, he sure as hell intended to do whatever it took to earn that trust.
    He lifted his head to look down at Dee, admiring her generous curves underneath that skimpy outfit. Through the netting at the top of her dress, Jake could see the mole above her left breast. He yearned to peel away the material and run his tongue over that beauty mark, and every inch of her body.
    Dee’s green eyes met his, challenging him. “Your one dance is over.”
    He smiled. “Dance with me all night.”
    “I— no .” Her voice was firm as she shook her head.
    He brought his lips to her hair, traveling along her temple and down to her ear. “Dance with me.”
    Dee gasped as Jake nipped at her lobe, and when he raised his head he saw her eyes dark with sensuality and her lips parted. He needed to kiss those lips, to see if she tasted as good as he remembered. His mouth neared hers and she tilted her