Wild Girls Rule

by Rosalie Lario

  “Yes, please.”

  At this point, she wasn’t above begging.

  Thankfully, she didn’t have to. Without any more prodding on her part, his fingers reached down to undo his button and slide his zipper down.

  Drunk with anticipation, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut and parted her lips. A moment later he was there, smooth as silk but hard as steel against her mouth. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his erection and he let out a pained groan. After giving him a second, slower lick, she circled her tongue around the tip, memorizing the delicious taste of him. His hand closed around the back of her head and he tried to guide her to move faster.

  Not happening. He’d tormented her long enough. Now it was time to repay the favor.

  Very slowly taking him all the way inside her mouth, she hummed deep in her throat.

  He grunted and clutched her hair tighter. “Jesus, that feels good.”

  Yes, it did.

  This was fun. Being here with him. Pushing his buttons and seeing what he responded to. She wanted to explore him over and over. Wanted more than he was willing to give, no doubt. But she’d take what she could get, and give him a little more in return.

  Maybe before the night was through, he’d be the one doing all the begging.

  ***

  Andrew gritted his teeth at the firestorm of sensations blazing through his body. The slide of Hailey’s tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, the ever so gentle scrape of her teeth. It was agony of the sweetest kind.

  When her hands, still bound at the wrist, travelled up to stroke him in time with her mouth, it was all he could do not to blow right there. Desire slammed into him, shoving past all sense or reason.

  “Stop. I don’t want to come.”

  Giggling, she moved faster, guiding him in and out of her mouth with delicious friction. He yanked on her hair, tugging her head back harder than he’d intended. She didn’t seem to mind though, simply looked up at him through passion-glazed eyes. Her hair was wild, her lips full and wet.

  She was so freaking gorgeous he couldn’t even stand it. And even if they only had this one more time together, he would remember it always. Treasure it.

  “Andrew,” she murmured, her voice low and throaty. “Make love to me. Now.”

  That’s when he knew. Once more wouldn’t be enough. It might never be enough.

  He had to be inside her. Now.

  Pulling her to her feet, he turned her away from him and bent her at the waist. Her elbows landed on the high end of the couch. The position thrust her ass back toward him, and she took full advantage of that, glancing over her shoulder and wiggling her hips playfully.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

  “So take me already.”

  How could he ever say no to a demand as sweet as that?

  It took what felt like an eternity to dig the condom out of his wallet and slip it on. An instant later he spread her legs, pulling her back as he guided himself to her wet, swollen pussy. He dipped inside a fraction, intending to go slow, but when she moaned and thrust back so he was halfway in, he lost all sense of control.

  Holding back a shout, he plunged all the way inside. She froze, arching her back, and let out a little yell.

  “Shit.” He forced himself to still, when all he wanted to do was go harder. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

  Her pleading words, the tight clench of her pussy around him, drove out the last of his caution. He pulled back and then slammed in. Again and again. Until her legs shook wildly, and the tension in his body made his brain feel like it would explode.

  “Oh yes…harder,” she screamed.

  Hell. His nerves short-circuiting with want, he focused on rotating his hips so he scraped at her inner walls. Focused on ramming her deeper. Harder. Until there was nothing but the mind-numbing pleasure of the friction their bodies created.

  “Yes. Andrew!”

  Mindless with lust, aching with the will not to come, he drove into her. Over and over.

  His fingers moved down to her clit, stroking the sensitive bud until, body quaking, she arched her back and screamed. Her muscles convulsed around him, sending him over the edge.

  Oh, shit. Shit. Hell. Too much.

  He roared his climax into the air, pumping into her until the last of his convulsions ceased.

  Hailey gave a soft murmur and, once he pulled out of her pliant body, collapsed limp and spent onto the sofa.

  Using the last of his reserves, Andrew turned and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He buttoned up his slacks and went back to the couch, only then remembering Hailey’s wrists were still bound.

  “Here,” he murmured, undoing the strap.

  “Mm, thanks,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy.

  Just looking at her like this gave him an almost tangible ache in his gut. She was beautiful. Vivacious. And right now she looked so very fulfilled.

  He stood there for a moment, debating whether or not to leave. That would be the smart thing to do. But so far nothing he’d done today had been smart.

  So why start now?

  After lifting her into his arms, Andrew headed toward the hallway leading into the bedrooms.

  He’d just had undoubtedly the best orgasm of his life, but as he’d feared, he still wanted Hailey.

  One more time hadn’t been enough.

  So what the hell was he going to do now?

  Chapter Eight

  Caught up in a post-coitus haze, Hailey snuggled into Andrew’s chest as he walked through her apartment with her in his arms. He paused in-between the doors to both bedrooms.

  “It’s that one,” she murmured, pointing to the room on the right.

  He carried her inside and deposited her on the full-size bed that took up most of the space in her tiny room.

  Her bones felt like liquid, allowing her to do no more than roll onto her back and watch him.

  Straightening to his full height, he looked down at her with hooded eyes. His impassive expression made her stiffen, fearing he was about to leave. But then he lifted his shirt over his head, displaying the stark angles of his pectoral muscles and washboard abs.

  He’s so beautiful. More so without clothes, even if they did showcase his killer body.

  He seemed more approachable without the barrier of clothing. Less rigid.

  “Mm.” She languidly trailed her fingers down her stomach, enjoying the tickle of sensation along her hypersensitive flesh. “How come I always seem to end up the only one naked?”

  Andrew let out a low laugh as he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. “Not sure, but it works for me.”

  She didn’t mind so much either. Not when it got her the most amazing orgasms she’d ever had in her life.

  Andrew unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his body along with his briefs.

  Her breath caught and she looked on with unabashed appreciation. His cock hung thick and heavy between his legs. He was truly a perfect specimen of manhood. Even if she hadn’t known what pleasure he was capable of, she still wouldn’t have been able to stop staring.

  “You have an amazing body,” she said.

  “So do you.” The way he looked at her as he joined her on the bed told her he meant it. He nestled in beside her and pulled the cover over them.

  She turned to her side and snuggled into him, drinking in his heat and the heady, masculine scent of satisfied male. “You’re a good lover, too.”

  He grinned at that, sliding one arm beneath his head. “I know.”

  Laughing, she trailed her fingers along his taut abs, memorizing every ridge and curve. They contracted everywhere she touched. Answering sparks of awareness pulsed through her fingertips. “This is nice.”

  “Yeah.”

  But even though he’d agreed with her, something shadowed his eyes. It made her pulse race and her throat dry. She wasn’t ready for this to be over. Wasn’t ready for him
to leave yet.

  Her fingers traveled up his chest. A small scar marred his skin just beneath his left pectoral. It triggered a long forgotten memory. She lifted up to better examine it, supporting her head on her elbow.

  “Remember when you got this scar?”

  He gave her a crooked smile.

  “Bone Island,” they both said simultaneously.

  She traced the jagged edges as the memories washed over her. One summer, shortly before Andrew’s mother had died and he’d disappeared from their lives, she and Evan had taken to walking to the nearby bay with Andrew and his siblings. They would spend hours there fishing and joking around. They’d dubbed their little hangout Bone Island due to the amount of sea life that ended up washed ashore. During one afternoon trip, Evan had found a horseshoe crab. After discovering that Andrew feared the thing, he chased him around with it. In his haste to get away, Andrew had run right in front of Sam, just as he cast his line.

  “I’d never seen anyone get hooked before that,” Hailey said. “It was gruesome.”

  “It sucked.” Andrew chuckled, his full lips pulling back into a beautiful smile. “I don’t think I talked to Evan for a straight week after that.”

  Grinning, she teased, “Are you still afraid of horseshoe crabs?”

  “Hell, yes,” he said without an ounce of shame. “Those things are creepy.”

  “We never went back to that same spot after you left. It just didn’t seem right.”

  The minute the words were out of her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Andrew’s gaze shuttered, and his body went stiff.

  He was thinking about his mother.

  Shit.

  This was too freaking hard, damn it. The man was so emotionally closed off that even talking to him was like pulling teeth. It shouldn’t be that way. She didn’t want it to be that way.

  That was what told her she was in trouble.

  Andrew wasn’t some stranger she’d picked up in a bar for a one-night stand. He was a man she’d grown up with. For a time, they’d practically lived in each other’s houses. She’d chased after him like a lovestruck puppy.

  The fact that he insisted on remaining so distant with her now…it bothered her. She wanted more than this, damn it.

  Hailey pulled the cover up to her chest and started to sit. “It’s getting late—”

  “Wait.”

  Andrew reached out and grabbed her arm. She froze at the serious expression on his face. Like he was trying to figure out what to say, but couldn’t find the words to express himself.

  “I…want to talk,” he finally said. “About us.”

  Her belly did a little flop. The fact that he would even acknowledge an “us” meant whatever he wanted to say was worth hearing.

  She slowly lay back onto her side. “I’m listening.”

  “I…” For the first time since she’d reconnected with him, he looked unsure. Taking a breath, he met her gaze. “I’m not ready to stop this…whatever’s going on between us.”

  Whoa. That admission was unexpected, to say the least.

  “What are you proposing?” she asked.

  His brows furrowed. “You…you’re only looking for something casual, right?”

  Ah…so he wanted no strings sex, not a relationship. Why did that make her stomach drop like a lead weight? She had said that was all she wanted from him. She’d even meant it at the time. But now…

  Was it even possible to keep her emotions out of the mix?

  If you don’t, you’re going to lose him.

  That truth resonated deep within her chest, threatening to drown her with its potency. He might be willing to give her his body, but the man inside was still firmly out of reach. She’d never be able to tear him away from his personal aspirations.

  Just like her father.

  So, was it worth it to risk her emotions just for a few rounds of meaningless sex?

  Well…what else are you going to do? Say no?

  That was the worst thing about it. Much as it bugged her, she still wanted him. And apparently, she was going to take whatever she could get.

  “What sort of terms are we talking about?”

  His hand slid onto her thigh, spreading an avalanche of longing down her entire body. “We keep things purely professional at the workplace.”

  No surprise there. “And…?”

  Andrew absently glided his hand up and down her leg. “And we can meet afterward.”

  Hailey stifled a snort. Funny how a man so passionate in the bedroom could sound so boring and professional while negotiating the terms for casual sex.

  “Where are we going to meet? Your place? My place?”

  He frowned, as if he hadn’t even considered that. “I don’t know. Your place, I suppose.”

  So, as she'd suspected, he wasn’t really offering her anything other than an occasional hookup.

  If it were any other man, that would’ve been perfect for her right now. But with Andrew, she couldn’t help but be a little…disappointed.

  Stop it, Hails. He’s not the man for you. You know that already.

  Just because he’d managed to blow her mind on several occasions didn’t change who they were at their core, and they were fundamentally different people. She could keep it casual. She’d done it before. And if some wise part of her brain told her she was playing with fire, well, she could just ignore that. Because the alternative…just walking away…that wasn’t something she could do right now.

  Her knee bumped his legs beneath the cover, traveled up his thigh. The hitch in Andrew’s breath and the tightening of his muscles indicated he liked the feel of their skin-to-skin contact as much as she did.

  Their gazes locked. Something hot and heavy passed between them, reminding her of the delicious feel of him pounding into her earlier. That thought alone sent a rush of lust through her body, all coalescing into that damp spot right between her thighs. When her knees moved higher, it was all too evident from his rapidly hardening shaft that he felt the same desire she did.

  “How often?” Her words came out low and husky, barely more than a whisper.

  Andrew’s gaze moved down to her lips. “Whenever you want.”

  “Hmm…” She draped herself over his chest, sliding her leg along the silky heat of his arousal. The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest, setting her nerve endings afire.

  When the pulse in Andrew’s throat thrummed erratically, she pressed her mouth to it. Then moved her lips lower down his neck. Flicked her tongue across his collarbone. He tasted so good she never wanted to stop. “How about now?”

  His breath hitched. “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  He gasped when she slid down to run her tongue along his flat nipples. “I could do that.”

  Clearly, if the hardness pressing into her hip was any indication.

  I could get used to this.

  Hailey brushed the errant thought aside. She most certainly shouldn’t get used to this. She should just enjoy it while it lasted.

  Reaching over him, she slid open the drawer of her nightstand and dug out a condom, then tore it from its packaging and slipped it on. There was no need for foreplay. She was already hot and ready to go.

  Hooking her leg over his body, she slowly lowered herself onto him, moaning at the exquisite pressure of his cock penetrating her.

  “Shit, Hailey.” Andrew’s hands reached up and closed over her breasts, kneading them in just the right manner. His delicious touch prompted her into rotating her hips, quickly working them both into a frenzy of lust.

  Higher and higher they spiraled, until her body was wound like a bowstring, ready to burst. “Yes. Oh yes, Andrew.”

  He let out a groan and flipped them over. No sooner had her back hit the bed then he thrust into her with insistent, steady pumps that made her tremble wildly. His hands found hers and he interlaced their fingers, sliding their meshed palms above her head. He kissed her with erotic abandon.

  “We feel good to
gether,” he whispered before placing a nibbling kiss on her throat.

  How could he even talk at a time like this, when she was about to go crazy with desire?

  “Just…fuck me.” Her legs gripped him tight, urging him to do just that.

  Rumbling out a laugh, he used their intertwined hands for support and pounded into her harder. Faster. Deeper.

  “Oh god. That’s so…” She bit her lip, tasting blood. “More.”

  Groaning at the exquisite pleasure of their bodies colliding together, he slid his mouth down so his lips touched hers. “Too fucking good, Hailey. How can I ever get enough?”

  “Oh, I don’t…” God, it was too much. Too intense.

  Too freaking perfect.

  She wrested her hands free from his and dug her nails into his ass. Finally, with a loud cry, she went soaring over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck. Hailey.” He buried his face in her neck and let go, hips pumping wildly as he found his release.

  Her breath wheezed out in harsh, grating gasps and she held him to her, legs locked to keep him in place. Arms curled over his back.

  She lost track of how much time they spent like that before he slid off her, then dragged her into his arms.

  Her eyes fluttered closed, and nestled in together, they fell asleep.

  ***

  The next few weeks passed by in a haze of lust and longing. Andrew had tried to stay away after that first night at Hailey’s apartment, but he’d only lasted two days before he’d shown up at her doorstep again. After that, he hadn’t even bothered resisting. They met every other night, always at her place. For the past several days, they’d met every night; always well after work had ended. Yet, as much as he insisted on keeping their personal and professional lives separate, seeing her here at the office and not being able to touch her was killing him.

  Everywhere Andrew looked, Hailey was there. She’d enter his office in her short skirts, driving him to distraction with memories of those toned legs locked around him. Every now and again she’d give him a glance that told him she was thinking about them being together. Her tropical scent pervaded his office, making him hard at the most inappropriate of times. He’d taken to sitting at his desk more often, because that at least provided a small measure of protection from the noticeable bulge in his slacks.