Wilde Heart (Wilde Women Book 2)

by Halliday, Suzanne

  He put his hand in her hair and gently tugged until her ravenous mouth could no longer eat him alive. Whimpering, she clawed frantically at his back and tried to get even closer. God. She wanted his hands on her. All over her. Why was he stopping?

  “Ahh,” he groaned. “Rhiann. Milaya moya . . . easy.”

  He was breathing quite heavily. As was she. The heat coming from their bodies felt glorious. So too did the surge of warm wet arousal that flooded her sex.

  Biting her lip in frustration, she closed her eyes as he tugged her head back and moaned deeply.

  No. She didn’t want him to stop. Even pumping the brakes to slow down wasn’t acceptable. They’d made it this far—against a veritable fuck ton of odds stacked against them. This was their time, at last. Easy wasn’t going to do it. Not at all.

  “Please, Liam. Don’t make me beg,” she gasped. “Don’t you know? Can’t you tell how much I need you?”

  He pulled away and looked down into her upturned face, a wildness in his eyes that excited her.

  “Help me here, baby,” he murmured. “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted with a heavy sigh. “We can’t . . . you’re . . . uh, I mean . . . oh fuck, Rhiann. I don’t know what I mean.”

  He gathered her close and buried his face in her hair and just like that, the light bulb went on over her head.

  Oh, right. Her little bit of playacting had been what started all this. What drove him to fluff the pillows. She’d forgotten all that the minute he was in her arms.

  Sucking in a much-needed breath of air, she eased from his embrace and slyly asked, “Where’s the bag from the drugstore?”

  She heard his sigh and tried not to smile. Sounding like a reluctant hero, whatever that meant, he nodded toward a table and said, “I’ll grab it for you.”

  Rhiann watched his tight, flawless ass walk across the room and let out a sigh of her own, only hers was more of the leering kind than his was. The man’s butt was spellbinding. She wanted to dig her fingers into both perfect cheeks and hold on tight as he thrust inside her while she wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist.

  When he returned with the small bag, she was tugging on the loop of the belt that kept her robe closed. Stumbling to a halt with his hand holding the bag out, he watched, his steel grey eyes glittering as she drew the sash away and let the robe hang open slightly.

  He swallowed, looked at her with a burning intensity, and almost dropped the bag.

  “Empty it on the bed,” she instructed while pulling back one side of the silky garment and exposing a breast with its puckered nipple in the process.

  He did as she asked, but his eyes never left the breast that seemed to plump under his heated gaze.

  She touched the silver heart nestled in the valley between her breasts and watched the way his jaw tightened. A wash of pink slowly moved across his cheekbones.

  “You are more lovely than memory serves, sweetness.” The strangled, lusty timbre to his voice melted her insides.

  She glanced at what he’d dropped on the bed until his eyes eventually followed. His answering grunt ripped through her.

  “Rhiann?” He looked and sounded like he’d just run a marathon.

  “Is that enough?” she asked with a sly grin as she nodded at the box of condoms. “Ten. That’s all they had.”

  HE WASN’T SURE WHICH HIT him first. Her naughty smirk or the sight of a box of Bareskin Trojans—both seemed to be laughing at him.

  Such a wicked temptress—leading him on like that. Someone needed to be taught a lesson, and he was just the man to do it, too.

  Crossing his arms, he sat back on his heels and fixed her with a stern look. That she nearly laughed in his face tested his control.

  “Do you have your period?” he barked.

  “Uh . . . nope.” She chuckled.

  “So, what in the hell was that all about? Tampons? Really?”

  She shrugged and played coy while closing her robe and smirking at him. “Just trying to preserve your dignity in front of Roman,” she purred.

  “My dignity?” he snarled. “What about yours?”

  “Mine’s fine, thank you very much.” She giggled with a flirtatious wink.

  Liam had to work hard at not laughing. Oh, she so deserved what was coming.

  In two short steps, he had his hand on her arm, pulling her rather forcefully toward him and marching with her to the fainting couch. Sitting quickly, he yanked until she dropped across his lap with a yelp of surprise.

  Putting his hand between her shoulder blades, he held her down as she struggled to get up and chuckled with devilish delight.

  “Smart ass,” he growled as he caressed her bottom through the white silk. Pushing it up toward her waist, he bared her and drank in the sight of Rhiann’s superb ass. A tiny scrap of white was barely visible from the miniscule thong she had on. Yeah—like that was going to stop him.

  Ripping it with one forceful tug, she gasped out a shocked, “Oh!” and went very, very still.

  Rhiann. Over his lap. Ass bared to his view. Her skin prickling with a growing awareness.

  Stroking and kneading one plump globe of butt cheek, she trembled slightly and turned her head, looking back at him with a wildness in those bewitching green eyes he’d never seen before.

  Ah. So his sweetness liked the heavy-handed way he intended to deal with her amusing insolence. Well, well, well. This was a revelation.

  Moving to the other cheek he repeated the same action and let her know with a deep growl how turned on he was.

  When she answered with a shaky moan, he drew back his hand and brought it down with a loud smack on one side of her bottom. She flinched, startled by how little he held back.

  Caressing the pink spot his hand produced, he felt her relax then without missing a beat, smacked the other side just as hard.

  “Little tease,” he drawled huskily.

  Smack.

  “Letting me think I was going to fuck you . . .”

  Smack.

  “Then messing with my head.”

  Smack.

  She was moaning, her ass getting pinker and pinker with each hit. He paused between spanks, long enough to caress her beautiful bottom and let her catch up.

  “Did you enjoy your little game?”

  She didn’t answer immediately so he smacked her good and watched as she pressed her legs together.

  “Answer me, milaya moya,” he demanded. “Did you enjoy teasing me?” His hand kneaded her hot, pinkening flesh.

  “Yes,” she choked out.

  Smack.

  This time her moan became deeper, almost primitive.

  “Good. Glad to hear it—feel free to tease as much as you like,” he told her as his fingers slid between her legs. “Because I sure as shit like spanking this beautiful ass.”

  She shimmied on his lap as his fingers traced the wet seam of her pussy and he couldn’t help but smile. Witch.

  Smack. And hard, too.

  “Be still, milaya,” he growled. “Unless you want me to stop.”

  “Liam,” she groaned.

  “What?”

  No answer—just absolute stillness. His perfectly perfect Rhiann. Bottom already hot and going from pink to red while she lay across his lap unmoving—a silent plea for more.

  He knew just what to do. Pressing between her shoulder blades, he asserted his dominance over her then laid down a memorable spanking she’d never forget. Nor would he.

  She was whimpering when he finished. Fine shudders moving through her. Slipping his fingers between her legs again, he let out a deep groan when he found her dripping with desire, her excitement so palpable he could taste it with each breath he took.

  Spreading her arousal along the seam of her ass, he told her how beautiful it looked after being spanked.

  The words he spoke made his cock, already heavy with need, throb with awareness. On a moan, he pushed a finger inside her and started thrusting shallowly. She was so incredibly wet and responsive af
ter the spanking that he knew it wouldn’t take much at all to make her come.

  But the thing was . . . he had to take this lesson to its natural conclusion so she’d remember it always. And hopefully goad him into perfecting the scene until just thinking about being ass up and over his lap was enough to make her climax without him ever having to touch her.

  She deserved that kind of libidinous pleasure—had earned it by not giving up on him.

  Drawing his hand from her core, he tasted her desire, putting the fingers that had just been buried in her hot pussy inside his mouth.

  “Mmmm, the taste of milaya.”

  Her disappointment when he stopped was evident by the way she trembled and cried out as he left her body.

  “Not yet. Not until I say so,” he told her in his very best authoritative tone. “Stand your naughty ass up, Rhiann. And lose the robe. Your tits are next and if you please me well and ask sweetly with that smart mouth of yours, I’ll lick your pussy.”

  She whimpered as she struggled off his lap, standing before him on shaking legs, her green eyes shuttered.

  Liam smirked. She didn’t want him to see how turned on she was. Ha! Like she had a chance in hell of hiding her desire from him.

  “Look at me,” he demanded. “Don’t hide your eyes. Let me see your need, my love.”

  Taking a deep, shaky breath, she let the robe slide sinuously to her feet while meeting his gaze with a lust-filled expression that he intended to satisfy. And then some.

  “Have anything to say?” he asked silkily.

  Now, Liam wasn’t quite sure how she’d respond, but he knew his Rhiann well enough to know that however she answered, it was going to be good.

  Standing proudly before him, completely naked, the silver heart dangling between her magnificent breasts and her bare mound taunting him with a promise of mouth-watering perfection—she reached up and pushed her hair behind her ears, then lowered her hands to cup the tits he’d just been admiring.

  Like a silent, tempting offering, he watched her tweak the puckered nipples he longed to devour and shoot him a wickedly coy smirk.

  “Yes, I have something to say,” she answered. “I asked if ten was enough.”

  Probably not for very long, he thought but nothing to worry about there because he had come prepared—albeit hopefully—with a box of twenty-four stashed in his shower bag.

  “Depends on how good you are,” he taunted.

  Her hands slid around to her bottom as she pouted prettily.

  “I’m never going to be good.”

  He wanted to shake her for being such an outrageous tease.

  “Thank god,” he murmured. With a devilish leer, he told her, “Then ten is most definitely not enough.”

  Her answering grin said it all.

  Standing from the chaise, he admired her naked body for a long moment then moved closer to the bed. Crooking his finger at her and earning himself an amused snort in the process, he commanded, “Undress me.”

  “Why, yes, Master,” she cooed playfully. “Whatever Master wants.”

  She reached for the buckle of his belt as his hand smacked her beautifully pinked ass. “Behave.”

  “Said the CEO as he planned her total corruption,” she murmured sweetly while working the fastening of his pants.

  He laughed at her audacity. “I’ve never fucked a romance writer before.”

  She didn’t say anything, and he wondered why. Had that comment stepped over a line?

  Putting his fingers beneath her chin, Liam lifted till he had her attention.

  “What’s the matter?”

  She still said nothing, so this time he stopped what she was doing by grabbing her hands and placing them on his chest.

  “Tell me,” he quietly demanded.

  Rhiann half shrugged and blushed the same scarlet as her bottom. When she bit her lip and chewed the inside of her mouth, he pressed for an answer.

  “Baby, what is it?”

  “Nothing. It’s just that . . .” she paused and cleared her throat. “It’s been a long time, and I’m a bit out of practice.”

  Something like primal satisfaction lit him up inside. Almost afraid to ask the question, he pushed any reticence he had to the side and asked, “How long exactly is a long time?”

  She never hesitated. Just looked him square in the face with that green-eyed stare and said nothing. The silence was her answer.

  “Oh, my god. Rhiann,” he groaned, pulling her into his body as he wrapped her nakedness in a fierce embrace and dove onto her mouth.

  She was his. Only. His. He wanted to cry.

  They kissed frantically as she ripped at his clothes—all restraint gone on both their parts. When he was as naked as she, the beautiful, sexy smart-ass who just admitted to having only given herself to him, went into wanton overdrive. The things she did with that voracious mouth and those small, delicate hands could easily fill up a couple of chapters in one of her romantic stories.

  No. Fuck that romance shit. They were well beyond that. This was balls-out erotica in all its heart-thumping, blood pulsing, cock throbbing glory.

  “I love you,” he growled between feverish kisses. “I’ve always loved you. And I’m sorry about the spanking.”

  “I’m not,” she assured him while her hands got busy with his desperate cock.

  “Well, you will be once I get your ass on that bed.” He bent his knees, took a pouting nipple into his mouth, and sucked like his life depended on it.

  Her keening cry spurred him on especially when her hands scraped against his skull as she pulled on his hair to direct his hungry, punishing mouth.

  Keeping an arm firmly banded around her waist, he gave equal attention to both glorious mounds, licking, sucking, and nipping while she quivered and moaned. It was her nipples that kept drawing him back—she was so responsive each time he suckled that she would cry out and go limp in his arms.

  He bit her, over and over, knowing he was leaving marks. Instead of pulling away, she held his head and pressed her flesh deeper into his mouth as he devoured first one succulent tit and then the other.

  Quickly spiraling out of fucking control, Liam picked her up until her feet left the floor and walked them backward until her legs hit the bed. With as much care as his exploding passion for this woman would allow, he laid her gently on the soft linens, careful of her smarting bottom, and spread her legs wide.

  It’d be okay with him if he went blind in the next minute because what his eyes found as he devoured her with a look was so unbearably beautiful, and carnal, and enticing that he felt sure he could live forever on the memory of the sight she made.

  She’d put on weight since the last time he’d seen her in New York—something he found utterly sexy because of the way her womanly curves had filled out. Instead of the lanky girl in that awkward teenage moment before the full sensual promise of womanhood bloomed, he found an alluring temptress whose naked beauty was revealed to him and him alone.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. She answered with a roll of her hips that called to him on a deeply primal level.

  Grunting with desire, Liam fell on her luscious body with a fervor that was unmatched in his previous experiences.

  He subjected every inch of her skin to the attention of his hands, his lips, his tongue, his teeth as he slowly worked his way down her torso until, at last, he was left with the banquet of her exquisite femininity.

  “Very pretty,” he murmured while gently parting the glistening lips of her sex.

  She moaned and writhed under his hands even though he had her hips in a firm grip.

  “Be still,” he told her. “Let me lick your sweetness.”

  Pushing her knees wider apart, he flicked his tongue over and over against her clitoris and grunted when she let out an endless moan.

  “Liam,” she begged in a husky, strangled voice.

  “I know, baby. I know,” he assured her, sliding his middle finger inside her beautiful pussy as he suck
ed and licked until she was a quivering mess.

  Next time he’d make her come like this so his tongue could have the pleasure of riding out her orgasm. But this time? This time he wanted his cock buried deep inside her when she shattered. It was his right. Moments like this didn’t come around every day.

  Sitting back on his haunches between her open legs, he blindly ripped open the box of condoms and made quick work of sheathing his throbbing cock while never taking his eyes off her glistening slit.

  Tunneling his hands beneath her bottom as he lifted her into position for his possession, he heard her whimper and remembered her well-spanked ass. Her arms flung wide and she gripped the sheets, sending him a clear signal that he needed to be more careful.

  Control quickly slipping away, he urged her to turn over until he had her on her knees, her bright red ass presented to him.

  “Wider, Rhiann,” he demanded. “Knees wider and keep your chest down on the bed.”

  He watched with primitive satisfaction as his woman readied for him. Canting her hips and widening her knees, she wiggled her magnificent ass in invitation.

  With two fingers, he reached between her legs, massaged her clit while he leaned forward and kissed each butt cheek. Her soft whimper pushed him over the edge. She’d never be more ready than she was at this moment.

  Grabbing her hips, he told her one last time, “Stay down, baby,” then guided his pulsing staff to her opening.

  With his thighs pressed to the backs of hers, he pulled her back by the hips and lunged forward at the same time.

  She cried out and clawed the bed as his cock sank into her heated depths. Aw, god—she was so tight and so wet he couldn’t stop from withdrawing all the way and slamming home again.

  Should he have given her time to adjust to the manly invasion? Probably. Only thing was that the ravenous beast inside him, only ever awakened by Rhiann, was in its glory—roaring and grunting his pleasure with each mighty thrust.

  Soon, her cries turned to moans. Then the moans turned to earthy grunts. And before long, she was thrusting back onto each forward lunge, chest firmly on the bed, and her back in a perfect curve that gave him the deepest access.