Wild on You

by Tina Wainscott

  His hands roamed down the front of her shirt, sliding over her breasts on the way down to her hem. He tugged the shirt out of her pants and pulled it over her head. After tossing it on the bench, he unsnapped the clasp at the front of her bra. It joined her shirt. Though she wasn’t Babbette, he took her in as though she were the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. He trailed his fingers up her stomach, tracing crescents beneath the globes of her breasts before covering them with his hands. She arched in to his touch. He squeezed her breasts gently, his thumbs trailing over her rigid nipples, and kissed her again.

  She blindly unbuttoned his shirt, and he shrugged out of it. He unhooked his holster and set it on the captain’s chair. Gilded in the setting sunlight, he looked like a Greek god. She had this insane urge to tell him how beautiful he was, perfect even with his scars. Before she could embarrass herself, he laid her down on the long bench and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped softly, her breasts so sensitive with desire; his gentle sucking drove heat right down between her legs.

  God, that was weird. She wriggled as the sensation coiled through her, finding his thigh between her legs. He moved to her other breast, and the cool air tightened her damp peak even more. She dug her fingers into his hair, her fingers stroking his ears.

  His hands spanned her stomach, then moved down to her waistband. Yes, touch me, touch me, some wanton part of her begged. She moved her pelvis against his hand, and within seconds her pants and panties were down her legs and somewhere on the deck. His outrageous touching at the dinner had woken a hungry, wild part of her that had been whispering in her ear ever since.

  He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and slid his thumb between her folds. “Mm, nice and wet for me.”

  Only for you. She’d never gotten wet just wanting a guy before. She moved against his thumb, needing more of his touch. His mouth trailed down her stomach as he touched everywhere but that throbbing nub. Was he trying to drive her crazy?

  Then she felt his hot mouth on her. Her hips bucked involuntarily in response to something she’d never experienced. He pressed softly against her for a moment, and then she felt an odd sensation: He was sucking gently on her. His hands angled her thighs farther apart, exposing all of her to him. His tongue lapped over her clit, and she panted as the tidal wave of pleasure rolled closer.

  “Addie, girl, you can’t go over yet. It’s way too soon.” He spread her folds and lapped in the space on either side of her clit. Barely touching. Enough to make her gasp but not enough to send her over the edge.

  She gripped the side of the bench with one hand, the railing with the other. “No, it’s … perfect timing.”

  He chuckled, and the sound vibrated against her. Even that sent great pulsing waves over her. His mouth moved down, and he dipped his tongue inside her. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he made love to her with his tongue. She had no idea that the skin around her entrance could be so erotic, too. His hands slid beneath her behind and held her aloft for better access.

  His tongue stroked her clit, one quick swipe that made the pulsing start all over. Her fingers actually hurt from her desperate grip, and her chest felt as though it were going to explode.

  “Risk,” she pleaded.

  He licked her, backing away when she convulsed. “Yes, doll?” Oh, that endearment did things to her all by itself. Even if it was filled with teasing ignorance. “Something I can do for you?”

  She moved her hands to his shoulders so he’d feel what she needed. Her nails dug in. “Let. Me. Come.”

  Another touch of the tip of his tongue to her. “You sure? You seem to really be enjoying yourself.”

  “I’m in agony.”

  “Maybe that’s where the expression comes from, the agony”—another flick of that wicked tongue—“and the ecstasy.”

  She was panting. “I want … the ecstasy now. Please.”

  “Well, since you asked so nice.”

  Did he send her over? Nooooooo. He slipped his finger inside her and slid it back and forth a few times. His fingertip rubbed against the wall of her, and then, finally, thankyougod, he laved her and sent her over.

  A breathless scream emerged from her mouth the moment the wave crashed over her. Every muscle in her body went rigid as she arched and curled her toes with it. As powerful as that damned Taser but a hundred thousand times better.

  Then his mouth came back down, and he stroked her some more.

  “What are you doing?” she managed.

  “Last time you told me I couldn’t do that again,” he murmured as he continued sliding his tongue over a nub so sensitive she thought it might erupt in flames. “And I told you I could. Make you come again.”

  Her body convulsed as another orgasm took her. She gasped, writhing in mindless pleasure.

  “I could even do it one more time.”

  She twisted to the side and managed to say, “No, I don’t think I could take any more.” With rubbery arms, she wrestled with his pants, finally unzipping them and pushing them down his hips and thighs. He kicked them off. Holy Playgirl magazine, he was gorgeous. His erection thrust skyward out of neatly trimmed hair. For a moment she could do nothing but take him in, standing in the golden light.

  “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to have to take you right here and now,” he said in a husky voice.

  “You are … just beautiful.”

  She thought he might smirk at the description or wave it off. Instead he grinned.

  “Back atcha, doll.”

  Because she was sitting and he was standing, all of his male glory was at face level. She pulled him closer and kissed down the length of him. Her hands squeezed his behind, tight and firm, finger sliding over the smooth scar.

  He braced his hands on her shoulders and tilted his head back, surrendering to her. She ran her tongue up and down, nice and slow. As she held him, tasted him, the need for him to be inside her grew stronger. He’d turned her into a sex fiend!

  Just this once she reminded herself. One wild, decadent time with him. She wrapped her hand around his erection and pulled the tip into her mouth. It was her turn to tease him. She sucked and nipped and took him fully in, listening carefully to his breathing. When he sounded on the verge of release, his fingers mindlessly tunneling through her hair, she went back to playing. Because she didn’t want him to come like this. She wanted him inside her.

  “Bang me,” she ordered, using his earlier vernacular. “Now.” At his surprised expression, she added, “Please.”

  He grabbed his pants and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket, then extracted a condom. Within seconds, he had it smoothed down over his penis.

  “Now you look all gift-wrapped,” she said with a grin.

  “Just for you, doll.”

  He picked her up, and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He sat her on the cabinet that held the sink and eased into her. She gripped his shoulders as he filled her, stretched her, then pulled out to slide back in. Taking it slow for her, because he knew it had been a long time. Something more dangerous than desire filled her heart at that. She focused on the physical, much safer.

  When he’d completely filled her, she got that tickly sensation deep in her belly, only stronger. He felt good, so good, enveloping her as he thrust in and out. Too good.

  “You okay?” he asked, and she realized he’d been watching her.

  She nodded and smiled. “I’m great.”

  “Mm, yes, you are,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her. His hands slid up and down her back, making her feel secure and safe and cherished. He moved at a languid pace, apparently in no hurry to go over the edge.

  No wonder she’d been all right with giving up sex. It had never been like this. Had never made her feel so alive.

  Because you’ve never felt the way you do about Risk.

  One hand slid up in her hair, alighting all of those delightful pressure points with his soft strokes. Oh, geez, her
pressure points were being lit up all over! She felt a quiver deep within, a foreign sensation that was at once uncomfortable and unbelievably pleasurable. He tugged her hair back, exposing her neck to him. He kissed his way from the place beneath her ear to the crook of her shoulder, then across to the hollow of her collarbone. She braced her hands on the cabinet and surrendered back. He took full advantage, his lips closing over her peak. He sucked gently, pushing that odd sensation solidly onto the unbelievably pleasurable side.

  She stroked the side of his face, over his shoulder, and down his muscled biceps. Who was this woman who touched him so easily, who had put her mouth on him and enjoyed it? Who had given herself to him, body and soul? Some hidden part of her personality had come out to play, reveling in being in Risk’s arms, instinctively moving with him. This part of her wasn’t afraid to let him know what felt good, letting out breathy screams and panting gasps.

  He picked her up and laid her on the bench, coming down to claim her mouth. He pulled one of her legs up by his hip, and she curled her foot over his lower back. Each powerful thrust drove him deeper inside her, and his kisses increased in intensity as well. She gripped the sides of his chest, feeling as though she might shoot away like a rocket if she didn’t hold on to him. Her face felt hot, her body on fire.

  Then it took her, though she didn’t know what it was. She gasped as her insides twisted and turned. Oh, an internal orgasm!

  “Addie,” he whispered, then drove one final time into her. His body shuddered, and he groaned and growled in her ear. She could feel his penis pulsing inside her, hot and hard. He jerked her against him, which tilted them off balance on the narrow bench. They fell to the deck between the bench seats, with her landing on top of him.

  His eyes held the hazy, dreamy quality of the sated. “Holy shit, Addie.” He reached up and smoothed her hair back from her face.

  She blinked. “Yeah. That’s what I was thinking.”

  He held out his hand, staring at it like some alien appendage. “I’m shaking.”

  She didn’t know what that meant, but it clearly wasn’t normal for him. Maybe he made love to every woman this intensely, maybe even uttered an expletive afterward. But he didn’t tremble.

  She sat up, straddling him. “How are we not going to do this again?”

  Chapter 14

  Addie paced in her bedroom, rubbing her forehead. “You’ll say no, even if I beg.” She gave him a worried look. “Right?”

  Risk watched her from his chair, still wanting her. He was standing on the edge of that cliff, but the urge to fall had nothing to do with chasing another temporary thrill. Or the need to feel something. Because he felt … everything. Right here, without doing anything physical. And yet this kind of falling would be the riskiest thing he’d ever done.

  “Risk?”

  He blinked, coming back to present. “I didn’t know it was going to be that good, Addie.”

  She whirled on him. “You can’t renege. You promised. This”—she gestured to include both of them—“will ruin everything.”

  He hated seeing her in distress, but he didn’t quite understand it. “What will be ruined, exactly?”

  “Everything I’ve worked for. Everything I am. I don’t even know who that woman on the boat was. She was wanton and lascivious and—”

  “Satisfied.” He angled his legs out in front of him, loosely crossing his arms. “She was very, very satisfied. Like she discovered what’s been missing in her life.”

  “Sex?”

  “Me.”

  Color bloomed on her face. “Oh, no. You’re supposed to be a player. But you’re not looking at me like you’re planning on playing in someone else’s yard as soon as this is done.”

  He couldn’t help smiling at the analogy. “I kinda like your yard. Even if it has a braying ass and pigs. Look, Addie, don’t panic. I’m not asking you to marry me. Hell, we’ve only known each other a few days. I’m just saying you took me by surprise. I didn’t expect to …”

  … fall in love with you.

  And there he went, falling right off that cliff, because that was what he’d gone and done. “Like you,” he finished. Lame. He wouldn’t tell her that she’d broken through his numb shell. She was already spooked. But wait. He hadn’t told her anything, so it had to be her response to him that had her all knotted up.

  She knelt in front of him, angst on her face. “We were only supposed to … bang.”

  Risk grimaced. “I don’t like that word coming from you.” He brushed her hair from her face. “We had mind-blowing sex. Let’s leave it at that.”

  That seemed to placate her. He hadn’t called it making love, after all.

  “Is it that good with everyone?” she asked.

  He wasn’t going to lie. “Nope.”

  “With some of them, though, right? Maybe better?”

  “Nope. And if you keep kneeling in front of me like that, you’re going to give me ideas.” He pushed to his feet, gathering her hands and pulling her up with him. “We were good together. What are you so afraid of?”

  She opened her mouth and seemed to struggle with her words. “I don’t know who I am when I’m with you.”

  “Tell me who you are when you’re not with me. Maybe that will help.”

  She pulled her hands free. “I’m … Well, I’ve got a purpose. When I’m on the phone with a senator or some zoo, or tweeting, I’m the animals’ crusader.”

  “Ah, and when you’re having mind-numbing sex with me, you’re not that woman in the cape, saving all animal kind. Because you’re doing something just for yourself.”

  She released a quick breath. “Yes, exactly. It feels selfish. And unproductive.”

  “Actually, having orgasms is very productive. I’m serious,” he added at her skeptical look. “It increases blood circulation and expends calories. But there’s nothing wrong with doing something just for pleasure. It doesn’t have to be sex. It can be going to the movies. Taking an afternoon off and—”

  “That’s how it starts. An hour here, a day there, and eventually I don’t want to make that call. I don’t care as much about my purpose because I’m caring about … something else. Or someone else.”

  She was looking at him like he was that someone. He could see that it terrified her, the thought of not putting one hundred percent into her organization. So much that he tested another thought.

  “Your father said you ramped up your animal rescues after your mother died. Are you trying to save your mother somehow with each animal you save?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “But you want to make it up to her. Saving the puppies was your little-girl way of making something up to her. What was it?”

  She flinched as though he’d slapped her. “Who told you that?”

  “Your father, when he was talking about your drive to save animals. He’s trying to understand you, Addie. And so am I. Help me.”

  She turned away, trying to shut him out. “I was a kid. Who knows what I meant?”

  He gently took hold of her chin, making her face him. “Do you feel responsible for her death, maybe in some subconscious way?”

  Her chin quivered. She shifted her gaze away, drifting to some other place. “I used to wish that she’d be home more often,” she whispered. “That she wouldn’t work so much. Then I got my wish.”

  “And you think your wish brought her illness?”

  She shook her head, pulling herself back to the present. “Of course not. I know I didn’t cause her death.”

  “Knowing it and feeling it are two different things. I knew logically that I didn’t have to jump off a mountain to break out of my numbness. But that never changed my need for it. That’s the thing about kids. They get ideas that stick in their heads well into adulthood.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest, erecting her armor. “I think you should leave.”

  He sensed that pushing too hard would backfire. After all, she could snap her fingers and he’d be replace
d.

  “I get that you don’t want to lose your passion for your organization. That you think if you feel it for something—or someone—else, it will be diluted. But you have enough passion for more than one thing. Hell, Addie, I’ve never seen a woman with so much of it.” He stepped closer, sensing her tighten right up. “I don’t know if you’re punishing yourself or trying to redeem yourself. I want to know, but letting me too close freaks you out. So out of respect for both my job and your wishes, I will not touch you in any provocative way.”

  “Or talk to me in that flirty-but-not-overtly-flirty way.”

  “Can you give me an example of what you mean? I’m not sure I understand.”

  “The time that you …” Her cheeks flushed. “Just no flirting.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She breathed out in relief, no doubt happy that he wouldn’t be providing any temptation for what she so clearly wanted. “Thank you.”

  “But I feel obligated to remind you that I promised you could call the shots one time. Not when we’re engaging the enemy. Or planning a mission. You asked me what was left. If you come knocking on my bedroom door wanting anything, anything at all, and you invoke that wild card …” He shrugged. “I can’t very well renege, can I?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “You had to go and say that, didn’t you?”

  “I probably shouldn’t have. No, I definitely shouldn’t have. Scratch that.”

  “It doesn’t matter; I won’t be knocking.”

  “Good. Because that would put me in a real tight spot. My word versus my honor.” He shook his head at the thought of it, then softly tapped his knuckles to her arm. “Stay strong, Addie girl.”

  After he closed the door behind him, he heard her groan of frustration. Yeah, I feel your pain, doll. He knew that throwing the wild card out there was bad. Bad for her resolve, bad for his professional integrity. The best approach for many reasons would be to wait until this assignment was over and then pursue her full-bore. Take his chances that she wouldn’t push him away once she didn’t have to be in his company. For now, he had to adhere to his own promise not to touch her.