Wilde for Him (A Wilde Series Novel)

by Janelle Denison

  Knowing her time with Ben was limited, her choice didn’t require a whole lot of thought or debate. Embracing the latter option, along with her inner vixen, she opened the door and stepped inside the guest bedroom where Ben was reclining on his bed wearing just a pair of boxer-briefs and reading a hardback spy novel.

  As soon as she entered the room, he immediately sat up and placed his book on the night stand, his entire body going taut in alert mode. “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is fine,” she quickly assured him, and watched as he relaxed somewhat—except for the tentative look in his eyes as he took in what she was wearing. At the moment, all he could see was a bright red silk robe and her absolute favorite Christian Louboutin shoes—a pair of leopard print platform pumps that were lined in red and had a four inch spiked heel.

  “Nice outfit,” he said, a hint of wry amusement underscoring his husky voice. “Are you going somewhere?”

  She laughed at his attempt to keep things light and humorous when it was so obvious why she was there in his room. Slowly, she strolled toward where he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, and came to a stop in front of him and within touching distance.

  “The only place I’m going, is wherever you take me tonight,” she said, and tugged on the sash around her waist. She let the material unravel her like a gift, then let the thin strip of fabric drop to the floor. A sultry shrug of her shoulders, and the cover up slithered down her arms and fell to her feet in a pool of red silk. What she wore beneath—a red, sheer lace bra and matching panties—made Ben groan deep in his throat.

  Retrieving the foil packets she’d tucked into her bra for safe keeping, she tossed the trio of condoms onto the bed beside Ben. “I’m yours to do with as you please,” she said, daring him to take what she was offering.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his hands curled into tight fists on his thighs. “Christine…”

  Hearing the beginnings of a rejection starting to form, she pressed her fingers against his lips to stop the words she refused to let him speak. “I want this, and you, so badly, Ben,” she whispered achingly. “Please don’t tell me no. Not tonight.”

  Gently, he pulled her hand away from his mouth, his gaze dark with lust and something much more poignant that made her heart skip a beat. “I should tell you no and make you leave, but I can’t.” His hands slid to her hips, and he pulled her closer, between his spread legs. “I want you too much.”

  “I’m right where I want to be, Ben.” There was so much truth to that statement, and the intensity of emotion she felt in that moment almost frightened her.

  He said nothing more. Didn’t bother to fight what they both so obviously wanted. In a quick, lithe move he twisted toward the bed behind him and pulled her with, lifting her slightly and tumbling her back so that she was sprawled in the middle of the mattress, his for the taking. He moved up next to her, his gaze devouring the soft swells of her breasts nearly spilling from the demi cups of her bra, the dip and curve of her waist, and the flimsy scrap of lace covering her sex.

  “You are so incredibly beautiful and sexy,” he murmured as he traced an enticing trail between her breasts, then down her flat belly to the waistband of her panties. “I want to touch you, and kiss you, and taste you… everywhere.” That same finger followed the patch of lace between her legs and pressed against the fabric that was already damp with desire. “Especially right here.”

  His gaze was hot with erotic intent and promises, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through her. “You can do anything you want to me, except one thing.”

  He stroked the inside of her thigh with his fingers, easing them apart so he could move his knee in between and move closer to her. “And that would be?”

  She ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. “No missionary position.” It was all she knew, and this time with Ben was all about pleasure, excitement, and new, thrilling adventures.

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” he said with a slow, wicked smile. “There are about a dozen other ways to get deep inside of you, and I want to try every single one of them.”

  His provocative words made her hot and eager, and anxious to experience it all. “Sounds like we’re on the same page, then.”

  “Perfect,” he said, then settled his mouth over hers.

  With an unraveling sigh, she parted her lips for the caress of his tongue, and lost herself in a cloud of luxurious bliss. He seduced her with slow, deep, drugging kisses, the kind that gradually increased in heat and tempo, until he was claiming her mouth with a fierce, hungry demand that made her melt. One of his hands glided down her throat, across her shoulder, and pulled her bra strap down her arm, until she felt cool air brush across her bared breast.

  She shivered, then moaned when he cupped the mound of flesh and caressed the taut peak with his thumb. He pulled the lace cup away from her other breast and plucked at her other nipple until it, too, was hard and aching. Feeling impatient for more, a soft, needy sound escaped her, but he took his own sweet time in arousing her and building the anticipation of what was to come, which only served to heighten her desire—and she was pretty sure he knew it, as well.

  After a while his lips trailed along her jaw, and he nuzzled her neck before spreading more lazy, spine-tingling kisses down to her breast. He took her nipple into his warm, wet mouth, and sucked gently, over and over, drawing a gasp from her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gripped his head and guided him to her other waiting breast. At his own leisure, he laved the plump flesh with his tongue – stroking, licking, swirling around and over the hard, sensitive crest, until she was panting and arching restlessly against the heat of his mouth.

  Chuckling in pure amusement, he finally parted his lips and drew her deep into all that decadent, silky, wet heat. He sucked once again, and she felt that tantalizing pull all the way down to her weeping sex. Groaning, she clenched her thighs tight around the leg he’d wedged in between hers, and she could feel the steel length of his erection pressing against her hip. He was huge and hard and that’s exactly what she wanted. Him. Deep inside of her. Filling her completely and giving her the orgasm building inside of her.

  She reached down and cupped his shaft in her hand, stroking him through his boxer briefs. This time, it was him that groaned, deep and low. Releasing her breast, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm on the mattress beside her, then lifted his head to look down at her face.

  “You keep doing that, and I’m not going to last very long,” he drawled in a husky, lust-filled voice.

  At the moment, she didn’t care. “I want you inside of me.”

  “Don’t be so impatient,” he chided playfully as a sinfully sexy smile curved his lips. “I promise we’re getting there, but I’m not done with you yet.”

  A moan of frustration slipped out of her. She was already burning up, her body already primed for his. “You’re driving me crazy on purpose, aren’t you?”

  “It’s called foreplay, sweetheart.” He brought his hand back to her breast and lightly pinched the stiff peaks, then soothed the sting with a feather-like brush of his thumb over the velvety crest. “I’m just getting you nice and ready for the good stuff.”

  “I thought this was the good stuff,” she said, unsure of just how much more she could take of his sensual torment—or whatever else he had planned.

  His fingers swept downward, tickling and teasing her belly with delicate, barely-there caresses that only served to electrify every nerve ending she possessed. “When it comes to sex, it’s all good stuff, but the best is yet to come.”

  That made her laugh, which was something she’d never done in the bedroom with another guy. With Ben, it just felt so natural and right. “Pun intended?”

  “Oh, most definitely.” Quick and agile, he moved over her, straddling her thighs with his legs so that she couldn’t move. He lowered his upper body to hers until they were face to face and his long fingers were tangled in her hair.

/>   She felt deliciously trapped beneath him, unable to do anything but let him have his way with her. It was a little bit dangerous, and a whole lot arousing. The dark, hungry look in his eyes excited her even more, and she relished the heat and strength of his body pressing into hers, and the rasp of his lightly hair-covered chest against her smooth breasts.

  With a gentle tug on her hair, he pulled her head back and skimmed his lips along the arch of her throat. “You’re about to get your first lesson in oral sex,” he murmured as he scattered tender love bites along her neck to her ear, rendering her breathless with not only his brazen words, but the feel of his mouth on her skin. “I’m going to go down on you and lick and suck your clit, and push my tongue deep inside of you until you come for me. Are you ready for that?”

  She was already trembling inside, and because she trusted Ben so explicitly, she surrendered to him without hesitation. “Yes.”

  His lips captured hers again, and what began as a soulful and deep connection, eventually gave way to hot and primitive mating of their lips and tongues. His hands slid beneath her back, deftly unfastened her bra, and tossed the piece of lingerie aside. A moment later his mouth paid homage to both of her breasts, bringing them alive with sensation once again before he continued his downward trek to her quivering belly. From there, he spread an agonizingly slow, damp trail of kisses around her navel, then hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties at her hips and started tugging the flimsy scrap of material down her thighs.

  In order to remove them completely, he sat up so he could slide the panties down her legs and carefully maneuver them around her heeled pumps so they didn’t get tangled. He dropped the bit of lace to the floor then smoothed his hands up along the back of her calves, gradually easing her legs wider and wider apart to make room for him in between.

  Being completely naked in front of Ben for the first time, with the night stand lamp leaving nothing to the imagination—and especially with him still wearing his boxer briefs!—she felt a small bout of modesty surge through her. Grasping for any kind of distraction, she caught sight of her red and leopard print heels and used them to divert his attention away from the fact that she was literally sprawled on the bed in front of him like an offering.

  Not that he seemed to mind.

  “Aren’t you going to take off my shoes?” she asked on a ragged breath.

  “Nope.” He pressed a kiss on the inside of her bent knee, his breath fanning hot and moist against her skin. “They’re sexy as hell and they’re staying on.”

  Oh, God. Her heartbeat quickened as he licked and nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, leaving a damp imprint behind with each lingering kiss, a reminder that he’d tasted that part of her body and was moving on to more carnal pleasures. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulders, brought his hands around so that he could splay them on her stomach to hold her down, and settled in for a more thorough exploration.

  She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but when his velvety tongue slid along the soft folds of flesh, then flicked across her clitoris, she gasped sharply at the shock of sensation that shot through her. Liquid heat pooled at her center as he slowly, leisurely stroked her cleft, as he licked and laved and used his tongue in illicit, wicked ways that made her entire body flush in wanton need.

  He controlled her every response with his clever mouth, meting out her pleasure a tiny bit at a time until she was whimpering and begging him for more. Still, he continued to tease and seduce every one of her senses, taking his cues from her soft moans and her quickened breathing. He knew exactly how to make her tremble and ache, how to bring her to the edge of release and then just stop short. And when he added a mind-blowing suctioning swirl to his arsenal of erotic play, along with a deep, endless stroke of his tongue inside of her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed and her fingers clutching the covers in a futile attempt to keep her grounded.

  It was no use. The things he was doing to her with his mouth guaranteed that her climax was imminent. Ecstasy, pure and white hot, gathered inside her until there was nothing left for her to do but let go and enjoy the wild ride. Her body shuddered hard then dissolved into a deluge of exquisite spasms that seemed to go on forever.

  She’d never felt anything quite so incredible, so amazingly powerful than the orgasm Ben had just given her. The force and intensity of it all stole her breath, consuming her in a way she’d never experienced before. When the last of those heavenly contractions subsided, he pressed his damp mouth to her belly, nuzzling against her, his breathing just as ragged as her own.

  After a while, he lifted his head and looked up at her, his gaze gleaming with unadulterated male satisfaction. “Are you okay?”

  She laughed and furrowed her fingers through his thick, tousled hair. “Are you kidding me? I’m better than okay. That was like an out of body experience.”

  He chuckled, obviously pleased that he’d been the one to provide such immense pleasure. “Good. That was just an appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?”

  She gasped as he dipped his tongue into her navel, reminding her of how he’d used that decadent tongue on her elsewhere. “If the main course is anything like what you just did to me, I’m going to be one very hungry woman,” she said shamelessly.

  “I can handle it.” Grinning with just enough arrogance to make him look sexy, he moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, then stripped off his boxer-briefs. His erection jutted out from between his thighs, hard and thick and more than enough to fill her full, and then some.

  A renewed surge of lust spiraled through her. This was the first time she’d seen him completely naked, and just the sight of his fine masculine form was enough to arouse her all over again. He was made up of just the right amount of muscle, lean and powerful and so mouth-wateringly gorgeous she wanted to spend the next hour just touching him, stroking him, and exploring everything that made him so virile and potently male.

  He didn’t give her the chance. Reaching for one of the foil packets she’d brought with her, he tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. Then he gently eased her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, and pulled her downward, toward the edge of the bed where he was standing. Her heels hit the floor, and when she started to straighten, he splayed a hand against her back to keep her upper body pressed flat to the mattress.

  “Stay just like you are,” he murmured, then caressed both of his hands up the slope of her back, with his thumbs gliding over each notch in her vertebrae, all the way up to her neck, then back down again.

  His impromptu massage felt so good, and she stretched sinuously, telling him with soft sighs and deep groans just how much she appreciated his TLC.

  His heated palms skimmed lower, over her smooth buttocks, while those wicked thumbs of his traced along the cleft separating each cheek. “You have the sweetest ass,” he said huskily, then aligned his hips against hers from behind.

  With her high-heeled pumps on, she was the perfect height for this position. His erection was nestled between her thighs, the tip of his shaft gliding through the slick moisture coating her female flesh. Grasping her waist, he moved his hips, mimicking the act of sex, which caused the head of his cock to rub oh-so-enticingly against still sensitive tissues. With each caress, nerve endings came to life all over again, tingling, tightening, making her toss her head back and moan with the agonizing need for him to be inside of her.

  She must have gotten her point across, because with the next pump of his hips he sank into her, much too slow for her liking when she wanted to be taken completely. He pulled out slightly, then surged forward again, teasing her with the promise of another orgasm that he kept just out of her reach.

  She was used to quick, lackluster sex that ended after a few hasty strokes, yet despite the tension she could feel radiating off of Ben, he took his time with her, building her hunger all over again. As for him, somehow, someway, he maintained a controlle
d pace—one that made her desperate for a more frantic mating.

  She looked over her shoulder at Ben, and swallowed hard at the sight of them together in such a primitive, uninhibited way that she’d only fantasized about. The dark, hot look in his eyes, and the barely leashed flex of his muscles in his arms and belly as he moved against her, made her shiver.

  “Ben, please,” she begged softly, when she’d never, ever, pleaded for anything sexual in her previous relationships. “I need you… harder, deeper, inside me.”

  With a ragged groan, he leaned over her from behind, his chest and abdomen pressing against the slope of her back. Bracing himself with one forearm on the bed beside her and tangling the fingers of his other hand in her hair at the nape of her neck, he gently pulled her head back so that his lips grazed her cheek. She felt completely surrounded by him, a part of him in so many ways—her body, her heart, her soul all his for the taking.

  He withdrew and thrust back in to the hilt, finally filling her the way she longed to be filled—beyond what she believed was possible for her to take. And he didn’t stop there. He increased the tempo of his strokes, each one a little faster, harder, deeper than the one before.

  “Oh, God,” he rasped against her ear between quick pants for breath. “You’re so wet. So hot… so fucking tight.”

  She closed her eyes and shuddered. His words were just as urgent as the unbearable pressure building between her legs and setting her aflame once again, as reckless as the demanding, aggressive way he plunged into her again, and again, and again. He overwhelmed her with desire and need, showed her what it was like to experience passion in its rawest form, and ultimately ravished her senses with the kind of emotion that was so dangerous to her heart.

  A heart that was falling in love with Ben Cabrera.

  Still, she accepted it all, savoring each moment, each feeling that was directly connected to this man.

  He continued plunging into her with devastating effect, and incredibly, she could feel another climax rippling through her. A soft, mewling sound escaped her lips as her inner muscles contracted, squeezing hard around his shaft.