Wilde for Her (A Wilde Security Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Tonya Burrows Read Free Book Online Page B

groaned his name.
    His name.
    A roar of triumph filled his head. Maybe it even rumbled from his throat. He didn’t give a damn. Eva was calling his name. Finally.
    Christ, he had to be inside her.
    He freed himself from his shorts, caught her hips under the skirt of her dress, and lifted her onto him. She arched and accepted him deep inside with a low moan.
    Hot, slick, and so soft.
    Cam lifted his gaze to make sure she really was Eva and not a dream version, because “soft” was never a word he’d associated with her before this moment. Her body was long, lean muscle. Her spirit all passionate stubbornness and strength—
    But then her silken walls tightened around his cock and, fuck yeah, there was the strength he adored about her. Perfect. She felt just as good as he always imagined she would, and he closed his eyes with the pleasure of it.
    She writhed against him, her heels digging into his ass. “Oh. Oh, God. Move!”
    “No.” He pinned her to the door with his hips and caught her wrists in one hand, stretching her arms up over her head. She had her eyes squeezed tight, and he leaned in to brush his mouth over her lids. “Look at me.”
    Her eyes opened. “Move. Please.”
    “No.”
    With a frustrated cry, she arched her back as much as she was able, pinned to the door as she was, and the movement rippled her inner muscles, squeezing them hard around his cock again. Heat gathered in his lower back. Oh, too close. They were both too close and he wasn’t ready for that yet. His balls tightened, and he clenched his teeth against the urge to pound into her, despite the beads of sweat sliding down his spine from the effort of restraint. He’d waited too damn long for this to lose all control now and have it be over in mere seconds.
    “Dammit,” she gasped. “I need you to move.”
    Her trapped fingers flexed as if she wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, dig her nails into his shoulders. He shuddered at the mental image, but didn’t release her hands. Next time. This round, he was calling all the shots.
    Curling his hips the tiniest bit, he found her ear with his teeth. “Say my name again, Eva.”
    “No.”
    “Stubborn.” He reached between them and found her clit, gave it a teasing rub and watched her eyes all but roll back in her head. She whimpered when he withdrew the pressure, a sound she would no doubt hate herself for later, but that he found insanely sexy.
    “My name.”
    A small smile flitted over her lips as she shook her head. Her dark hair, smelling of sun and saltwater and her floral shampoo, swept his shoulder with the gesture. Fuck, she’d turned the tables, now teasing him as much as he was her. And, somehow, he was losing this little match of wills.
    Unable to stay still any longer, he rolled his hips and her body opened wider to him, accepting more of him with each languorous thrust. It still wasn’t enough for her. She dug her heels into his back, demanding more. Demanding hard, fast, and dirty. And he’d give her all that—as soon as he got what he wanted. He wound the strands of her hair around his hand and tugged, exposing her neck to his mouth.
    “Say my name.”
    She groaned. “Uh-uh.”
    “Who is inside you, Eva?” He punctuated each word with a shallow thrust. “Tell me who is fucking you.”
    She squirmed and tried to pull her hands free from his grip. “Cam.”
    Yes. A primal satisfaction short-circuited his brain. He released her hands and her nails instantly bit into his scalp. Grasping her hips, he pumped into her, each thrust pushing her higher and knocking their bodies against the door.
    “Say it again.”
    “Camden,” she whispered and dragged his mouth to hers. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged, and his control evaporated. Supporting her weight with his hands under her ass, he spun away from the door and strode toward the king sized bed. Her head fell back as each step pushed him deeper inside her, and he couldn’t