Wild on You (26 page)

“Cripes, Addie, I get a hard-on every time you look at me.” He pulled her closer so she could feel it for herself, then drew his finger from her chin down to her collarbone. “I don’t want you thrashing yourself afterward.”

“I won’t, because it’s just for tonight.” She ran her hands over the front of his shirt. “That’s all you want, right? You’re not looking for a long-term thing. You said you felt relieved when you had to say goodbye.”

Yes, he had, but he didn’t feel relief at the thought of cutting ties with Addie. “Nope, not looking for something permanent.” He didn’t want to scare her away from this moment.

“So when you’re finished with this job, we’ll promise to keep in touch. You’ll get busy with another assignment, and I’ll be out with my cape, saving animal kind, and we’ll drift apart, like you said. Right?”

He felt a sinking at her prediction. Yes, his own prediction, but he’d only been trying to quell her fears. Maybe she was doing the same. “Right.”

He cupped those perfectly sized breasts in his hands, and she closed her eyes and inhaled softly, as though she’d been waiting all day. He brushed his thumbs over the pebbles of her nipples and took her mouth. She opened to him immediately, sliding her tongue against his and leaning in to his palms. Her fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt as she devoured his mouth.

Addie had clearly become addicted to his touch. And he would use that craving to get her addicted to him. All of him.

Within seconds, they were naked, falling onto the bed in a tangle of arms and
legs. Damn, he craved her, too. He nudged his knee between her legs and pushed gently against her apex as his hand explored her body. Her skin was silky smooth and soft, and he visually soaked in every inch of her.

“You’re beautiful, Addie.”

She had a dreamy look on her face, her cheeks rosy from increased blood flow. She traced her hand down his chest, over his stomach, and circled his cock with her fingers. “You, too. Though I guess it’s emasculating to be called beautiful.”

He chuckled. “I can handle it.” She had called him that before, and he’d liked it. No woman had ever called him that before.

She arched an eyebrow. “I bet.” Then she started stroking down the length of him, and he wasn’t chuckling anymore. “That was another first,” she said. “Going down on you.”

He let out a low groan, but it was as much over her words as her stroking. “Well, you did a damned fine job.”

She grinned. “I could practice more.”

I am so in love with this woman
. This time the knowledge settled in, right down to his bones. She pushed him back on the bed, straddled him, and moved her mouth over his pecs. Her sex snuggled right against the base of his cock, slick and hot. She stroked him as she kissed across his body, drawing her hands over his hardened nipples and his abs. And to judge by the way she was looking at him, she appreciated every ridge … especially that ridge.

He was the only man she’d ever gone down on. She’d come internally only with him. He suspected that she’d never been so responsive with anyone else.
Damn, damn, damn
.

She scraped her teeth lightly across his head, then pulled him fully into her mouth. She alternated hard sucking with soft licking, and it about drove him crazy. Since he knew she wasn’t experienced, he could draw one conclusion about the amazing way she was making him feel—she was enjoying it.

He swam through the fog of pleasure and lifted his head. She was watching him,
and though her mouth was preoccupied, a smile lit her eyes.

She sat up, and yep, she was grinning. “I like watching the muscles of your face contort, and how your mouth goes a little slack, like you’re completely lost.”

“Oh, I’m definitely lost.” In more ways than one.

He pulled her up and flipped her over so that he was hovering over her. He dipped down in a low push-up, kissing her. His cock pressed in to her stomach, sandwiched between their bodies. Though it was throbbing with the need for release, he was in no hurry. This wasn’t the urgent lovemaking on the boat. They were in the privacy of her room, on a comfortable bed, and they had all night.

She had a hazy gleam in her eye, like she’d had at the benefit dinner after drinking a little too much wine. Since she’d had nothing alcoholic recently, he knew the hazy, dreamy quality was all about
this
, this moment, pleasure.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms over his shoulders. He cocooned her with his body, remembering how she’d said she liked having his body around hers. Yeah, he’d get to the inside-her part soon enough. For now he liked having her close, her body perfectly tucked in the confines of his. She felt right there.

He rolled them to their sides and drew his fingers over the planes of her face, tracing her soft lips. Her blue-eyed gaze was locked to his. He gently scraped his fingers through the waves of her hair and then massaged along the shell of her ears. She let out long sighs, a smile stretching across her face.

“I thought guys wanted to get right to it,” she said.

“If that’s been your experience, you’ve been with the wrong guys.”

“I can see that.” She paused. “Does that mean you’re the right guy?”

“It makes me the only guy.”

Before she could get panicky about what that might mean, he gave her something else to focus on. Like his mouth on her nipple, sucking and licking until she curled her fingers on his shoulders. He kissed across her stomach and then did a raspberry that had her writhing and bursting out in laughter.

“I love that sound,” he said, and sent her into another fit just to hear more of it.

When she could catch her breath, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re a menace, Risk Yarbrough.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

She had no idea. Or maybe she did.

He gentled his kisses as he traveled lower on her stomach, and he trailed his fingers down her leg. Moving it aside, stroking her soft skin, and then sliding his finger into her wet vagina. She gasped and hitched her breath when his mouth came down over her. She was so ready, he wasn’t even able to tease her. Her body shuddered after three strokes of his tongue. So he made her come three more times.

“Oh my God, I’m exhausted,” she said on a rush of breath.

He slid up beside her. “No rest for the wicked, babe.”

She brushed her fingers over his face. “I liked when we were pretending to be boyfriend/girlfriend.”

He kissed her fingertips as they moved across his mouth. “I like this better.”

“Mmm,” she said, being totally noncommittal.

He gave her a tug as he rolled onto his back so that she was straddling him again. “My pretend girlfriend likes being on top.”

She wiggled, and because she was sitting on his cock, the action sent a spasm of pleasure through him. “She does, huh?”

“And she knows I like the view, watching her hips thrust in and out and those exquisite breasts bouncing with her movements. And the look on her face when the orgasm hits.”

“You think she can take control well?” Tiny creases of tension had formed at the corners of her mouth.

“Very well. I have a lot of faith in my girlfriend.” He reached up and drew his hand from her collarbone down to her stomach. “I also like that she’s not terribly experienced.”

The lines eased as she smiled. “I do read a lot of sexy novels.”

“There you go. No worries.” He laid his arms above his head. “I’m at your
mercy.”

She sighed as she took him in. “You’re a sex god. You know that, don’t you?”

“Sex god?” He considered that. “I like the sound of it.”

She smacked his chest. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“How am I not supposed to let it go to my head? I mean, a guy only gets called a sex god maybe once in his life.”

She shook her head, but she was smiling as she reached for the condom package he’d thrown on the nightstand when they’d stripped off their clothes. “I’m getting slaphappy from lack of good sleep and an abundance of stress. I shouldn’t have said it. I didn’t mean to say it, actually. I was thinking it, and then it sort of rolled out of my mouth.”

She took his erection in one hand and worked the condom over him with the other. It took several agonizing seconds before she was kissing across his chest and flicking her tongue at his nipples as she eased onto his shaft.

Heaven. Frickin’ heaven, as she sheathed him with her heat. Heaven with a cherry on top as she moved, at first tentatively, then with more confidence. He anchored his hands at her hips and caught her rhythm. She braced her hands on his waist and arched so that he took in the creamy column of her throat. Just the sight of her, completely caught up in the pleasure they were creating, was enough to put him over the edge. He held on, reining back the orgasm.

She met his gaze, her eyes glassy with heat. Her smile was oddly angelic. His control paid off when, after a few more minutes, she rocked her head back and shuddered around his cock. And that was all it needed to send him over. She dug her nails into his pecs as the waves of her orgasm rolled over her.

“Oh my God, I think I’m so—”

“You’re what?” he prodded when she let it drop.

“A sex fiend. You’ve turned me into a sex fiend.”

That wasn’t what she’d been about to say, though he wouldn’t call her on it. He wanted to think it would have been
I’m so in love with you
, but it might have been
totally
exhausted now
.

She collapsed on top of him, her hands resting against the sides of his rib cage. He rubbed the back of her neck, where her hair was damp.

“Another first,” she murmured.

“What’s that?”

“Having sex twice in one day. Amazing sex. I mean, I’ve never had any kind of sex twice in a day, but amazing sex …” She shook her head. “I’m babbling. I think all my brain cells just exploded with that last orgasm.”

He chuckled. “But what a way to go.”

She’d given him several firsts, too. Including falling in love. No way was he going to
drift
out of her life. For now, though, he wouldn’t push her. He’d learned that you didn’t barge into a compound. You slipped behind the walls before the enemy even knew you were around. You used stealth, cunning, and patience to achieve your goal. Addie was a prize worth the wait.

Their bodies were sealed together from thigh to chest, and he could feel her heartbeat as it leveled off.

“I like it here,” she whispered sleepily, her finger trailing lazy circles around his nipple.

His chest tightened at the declaration. “You can stay there all night.”

He drew swirls across her back, tracing the line of her spine all the way to the curve of her lovely ass. Her breathing settled into a soft, deep pattern. He liked the feel of her on top, pressing him into the soft mattress. “Want to know something else about my girlfriend?” When she didn’t answer, he said, “She’s madly in love with me. Now all she has to do is realize it.”

Adeline Wunder. Her face permeated his mind. Her name echoed in his head, like the drip of water from a leaky faucet. He sank down onto the cracked and worn leather chair he’d been meaning to replace for years, and woke up his computer. Her pixie face was the first thing he saw, grinning from the Facebook page he’d been monitoring. She’d posted nothing more than a thank-you to all her busybodies for participating in the zoo protest, but nothing that gave away her current activities.

She was either lying low or, more likely, investigating. No way would Miss Wunder let the tiger go. She was another bitch out to cut off his balls. Wagging her finger and making him out to be a bad guy when she was the one trespassing and violating the laws.

His snarl turned into a smile. Didn’t people preach nowadays to focus on the positive? Yeah, he was going to do just that. He had a way of dealing with nosy bitches, and Miss Wunder was at the top of his list.

He trolled around online for a bit, and then an idea hit him. After a few minutes, he sat back in his chair. “Well, well, well, maybe all that positive-thinking shit actually works. ’Cause I got exactly what I needed to move things along. Miss Wunder, we’re going to tussle. And this time you’re not going to get away. You’ll be apologizing all over yourself.” He smiled. “Begging me for mercy. And finding not one speck of it.”

* * *

A ding roused Addie from the best sleep she’d had in ages. Dimly, she realized it was a Facebook notification. Not so dimly, she realized she was completely tucked into Risk’s embrace. Sometime during the night, she’d awakened from a dream in which she was sleeping on a large rock. Except it was Risk. As yummy as his body was, it wasn’t
comfortable to sleep on.

As she’d resettled, it was the most natural thing to slide up against him spoon-style and sink back into sleep. That was when the incredible sleep had started. After the incredible sex. With the incredible guy. The pieces came together, all those little things he’d said that had stepped up her heartbeat even more than his hands had. She could feel his erection pressed against her back. She assumed he was asleep by the steady breathing that blew across her shoulder.

Had she called him a sex god? Really? Of course, that was nothing compared to ordering him to have sex with her in the first place. She’d fallen into a hole, just like Alice. Oh my God, she’d almost told him she was in love with him.

Because … she was.

It was supposed to be about being selfish and taking pleasure for herself only one more time.
Breathe. He’s not looking for anything permanent. He even said he wasn’t going to ask you to marry him. He’s just playing in your yard for a bit. Then he’ll move in, like he talked about. Move
on.
He’ll move on!

And so would she. She calmed her heartbeat enough to remember the notification. She was definitely brain-addled. She turned inside the confines of his arms. Risk slowly opened his eyes. He looked like a sleepy little boy, if she didn’t take his bristly chin into account.

“Morning, sunshine,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Did I hear a ding?” That smile turned her heart upside down.
Yeah, a ding in my heart
. “It might be Ursula. I’d better check.”