Wilde Novellas

by Janelle Dennison

  Cradling her head in her arms, she waited for the glorious feel of Adrian's strong, capable hands kneading away her physical aches and pains.

  The mattress dipped by her side, and he sat astride her thighs from behind. He was still wearing his sweatpants, but the cotton material did nothing to conceal the hard ridge of his erection nestling intimately against her bottom as he leaned forward and splayed his big hand on her narrow back, then kneaded his fingers down the tight muscles bisecting her spine.

  She groaned low in her throat, sank into the mattress like a limp doll, and melted beneath his firm, knowing touch. "That… feels… sooo good. By the time you're done with me, I'm gonna be putty in your hands. "

  "God, I hope so," he said huskily, and pressed his thumbs against a tight knot right below her shoulder blade. "So tell me, how did you get into photography?"

  She buried her face in her arms, which also helped to hide her smile. "Back to me again, huh?"

  "What can I say? You intrigue me. "

  The feeling on that was mutual, much more than was wise. "You do realize, don't you, that turnabout on all this questioning is fair play?"

  "Mmmm," he replied noncommittally as his hands continued to work their magic. "I'll deal with that when the time comes. "

  She just bet he would, and wondered if he'd willingly tell her all about those scars of his if she asked, or evade the subject for the weekend. She planned to eventually find out.

  As for the question he'd just asked her, he'd picked a safe topic, one she was comfortable with and didn't mind discussing. "When I was a junior in high school, I took a photography class. By the end of the first semester, the teacher proclaimed me a natural, took me under her wing, and taught me everything I could ever want to know about photography, like lighting and special effects, and how to develop the film on my own. "

  She thought back on that teacher's enthusiasm and encouragement, and how it had shaped her future. "Photography opened a whole new world for me and gave me something to focus on when everything at home was falling apart." Painful memories tried to crowd their way in, and she inhaled a deep breath, refusing to travel down that emotional road again. "After high school, I took some courses at a junior college while waitressing in the evenings. From there, I went to work at a portrait studio, but after a few months I grew bored doing the same thing day after day. "

  "You like to be mentally stimulated," he guessed, and ran his thumbs up the shallow indentation of her spine, all the way up to the nape of her neck, where he rubbed more taut muscles.

  She shivered at the sexual connotation to his words. "That, and I like new challenges. Now I do a lot of freelance work for a couple of advertising firms who commission me for brochures and magazine ads and that kind of thing. It pays the bills and keeps me busy and stimulated, but someday I'd love to open up my own photography shop and offer a little bit of everything. "

  He skimmed his palms down her sides, his fingers brushing the plumped swells of her breasts, causing desire and liquid heat to spiral low. "I have no doubt you'll attain that goal. "

  Her body turned fluid under his hands, and very aroused. "And why is that?" she asked curiously, and stared at the fire burning and crackling in the grate.

  "Oh, I don't know," he said in a low, mellow baritone. "It might be that stubborn, determined, persistent streak of yours that makes me believe you'll achieve anything you set your mind to. Like convincing me to do this calendar for you. "

  He moved off her, but before she could protest the loss, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties, and pulled them down her long legs and off. She came up on her elbows and attempted to turn over, but before she could execute the move he was back, his thighs straddling hers once again to keep her pinned to the air mattress.

  This time, he was completely naked, too, his thick erection nestling between the crease of her buttocks as he covered her from behind and aligned his chest and belly against her backside and pressed her back down onto the mattress. He twined his arms around hers, stretched her hands above her head, and wove their fingers together.

  She moaned, and her pulse tripped all over itself, the delicious weight and heat of his body against hers instigating a hungry ache through her veins, as slow and lazy as warmed molasses. The man definitely had a thing for being in control, a dominant male who obviously enjoyed being sexually assertive. Not that she minded, since she knew she'd reap the pleasure of all that confident, exciting masculinity.

  "Okay, your turn," he whispered, just as his soft, warm lips touched down on her shoulder, then moved to the side of her neck, making her shiver as his damp mouth and hot breath rushed over her skin and teased the shell of her ear. "Ask me something, anything at all. "

  He'd just given her the opportunity to turn the tables on him, to inquire about those scars of his, but how was she supposed to focus on anything remotely serious when all she could think about was having him inside her again?

  A smile curved her lips, and she decided to play along with this seductive game of his. "Tell me a fantasy of yours. "

  "God, where do I start?" he murmured hotly in her ear, and arched his hips against her bottom, the heat and pressure of his shaft along her buttocks a maddening, arousing sensation. "You've inspired my most erotic fantasies for months now, and in my dreams I've taken you a dozen different ways. I've imagined taking you from behind like this, your tight little body clutching mine greedily, until you scream from the overwhelming pleasure of me stroking deep inside you. "

  A shudder rippled through her, drugging her mind, her limbs. She wanted that, too. Her sex felt swollen and achy, and she tried to open her legs for him to slip between, but he kept his knees locked tight against her thighs. Frustration mingled with her rising excitement. "Adrian, please… "

  "Shhh, I'm not done telling you my fantasies." Releasing one of her hands, he pushed her damp hair away from her face. He nibbled her earlobe, then swirled his tongue along her neck while his fingers strummed across the plump outer swell of her breast. "I've imagined you sucking me with that soft, sexy mouth of yours, then climbing on top of me and riding my cock while I watch you caress your breasts and make yourself come. That one's a particular favorite of mine. "

  He was slowly driving her insane, her body strung tight and throbbing for release. And she'd do anything at all to claim the orgasm tingling just out of her reach, fulfill every erotic fantasy he desired if that's what it took to give her body what it craved. "Then let me do it. "

  "Mmmm, maybe I will… in a minute or two. "

  Obviously, he wasn't done tormenting her, and since she was pinned beneath him, all she could do was let him have his way with her. His flattened hand slid between the mattress and her belly and moved downward, and she almost wept in relief when his long, warm fingers burrowed between her nether lips.

  He stroked her sensuously, expertly. "I love how soft you are right here, so wet and sleek. And now that I know you taste like the sweetest nectar, I just want to lap you up. "

  She moaned as his tongue dipped into her ear, matching the slow, intimate swirl of his fingers. Her breathing quickened as he continued to share darker, more forbidden fantasies in a low, wicked tone, until her mind and body couldn't take any more stimulation and she came on a long, intense orgasm that ripped a hoarse cry from her chest.

  He withdrew his hand and moved off her, and she immediately missed his warmth and weight. She heard him throwing a few more logs in the fireplace, then silence descended, except for the crackle and pop from the wood on the grate. It took her a few moments to recover enough to turn over to see where he'd gone. He wasn't far away, and that was a good thing, because she wasn't done with him yet. He sat with his back against the sofa, his legs drawn up slightly, his own body far from sated.

  He gazed at her through hooded blue eyes, and crooked a finger at her. "C'mere and ride me, Chayse. "

  It was an order she wasn't about to refuse. Licking her lips in anticipation, s
he crawled over to him, but instead of immediately climbing on top of his lap, she decided to put her mouth to good use and make him suffer a little bit before she put him out of his misery.

  Leaning forward, she captured one of his rigid nipples between her lips, laved the erect nub of flesh with her tongue, and grazed the tip with the edge of her teeth. A groan rumbled up from his chest as she traversed her way lower, spreading hot, wet kisses on his taut, flat belly. The scar on his hip caught her attention, and she caressed the puckered skin with her tongue, and heard him suck in a surprised breath in response to her tender ministration. Finally, she came to his thick, straining erection, and even that part of him was as gorgeous and magnificent as the man himself.

  She wrapped her fingers around the hard, velvet-textured length of him, and felt him pulse in her tight grip. A drop of pre-come appeared, and she smeared the silky moisture over the big, plum-shaped head of his cock.

  She had to taste him.

  She took him in her wet mouth, his skin hot and salty against the stroke of her tongue. He shuddered and tangled his hands in her damp hair, and she sucked him, taking him as deep as she could, making the fantasy he'd whispered into her ear a hard-core reality. She pleasured him with her mouth, teased him with her tongue, and aroused him to a fever pitch of need that made his entire body shake with the restraint of trying to hold back.

  "Oh Christ," he breathed, and frantically tried to tug her back up. "If you don't stop now, I'm gonna come. "

  Since she still had more lascivious intent in mind before she let him climax, she heeded his warning. With one last irresistible lick along his shaft, she kissed her way back up his body and crawled into his lap. She straddled his hips with her knees, and directed his shaft upward. She was very wet from all their foreplay, and with deliberate slowness she sank inch by inch on top of him, until he filled her completely and her sex stretched tight around his width.

  His nostrils flared, and stark male desire heated his eyes. He clutched her waist with his hands and rocked her tighter against his straining body, setting a rhythm she knew would take him quickly to his own orgasm.

  Feeling naughty, and a bit wicked, she grasped his wrists and pulled his hands away. "If I remember your fantasy correctly, you wanted to watch me come like this. "

  He groaned like a dying man. "I don't know if I can last that long. "

  Smiling, she pushed his arms to his sides. "I'll make sure you do. "

  What he obviously didn't realize was that in this favored position of his, he'd given her complete control of his pleasure, of his release, and she reveled in the feminine power that was hers. With him still impaled deep within her body, she cupped her breasts in her hands, fondled the small mounds, and rolled her nipples between her fingers before sliding her flattened palms down her stomach and between her splayed thighs.

  She made a soft purring sound of pleasure as her fingers slipped between her soft, lush folds, then strummed across her clit. His chest rose and fell heavily, his expression fierce and hungry as he watched her caress herself and perform an erotic lap dance for his eyes only.

  She felt the hot, spiraling sensation of an approaching orgasm, and she rocked into Adrian, just enough to increase the friction inside of her and against her sex. She pressed down on his erection, hard and deep, and came on a soft, shivery moan before collapsing against his chest.

  "Nice fantasy," she murmured, a smile on her lips.

  He laughed, the sound strained as he trailed his fingertips down her spine. "For you, maybe. I'm still hard as a spike. "

  "Mmmm, so you are." She'd left him that way, deliberately so, and wriggled her bottom against his groin, which prompted a low growl from him.

  She lifted her head and stared into his blue eyes, bright with firelight and a burning passion she'd never seen in another man's eyes before. It was passion for her, and the knowledge was like an aphrodisiac to her body and soul.

  "In the fantasy you told me, you never said anything about you coming," she murmured. "But if you ask real nice, I think I might be able to oblige you. "

  An amused smile made an appearance as he played the game her way. "Make me come, Chayse," he said, and nipped her chin, then her jaw, all the way up to her ear. "I need you real bad. "

  She liked the sound of that. "How do you want it?"

  "As wild as you can be," he urged.

  More than eager to give this man anything he desired, she wrapped her arms around his neck, locked their bodies so that they were meshed from chest to thigh, and let her inner vixen take over. Lowering her mouth to his, she sucked and nibbled his lower lip, and when he opened for her, she slipped her tongue inside in a smooth stroke that matched the roll and glide of her hips against his.

  This time when he gripped her hips, she let him, but he allowed her to set the pace, and she moved on him, enthusiastic and shamelessly uninhibited. She felt his thighs tense beneath hers, felt his stomach muscles ripple, and knew he was nearing the peak of his orgasm.

  Twining her fingers in his silky, rebel-long hair, she pulled his head back and dragged her damp, open mouth along his throat, then gently sank her teeth into the taut tendons where neck met shoulder, and put her mark on him.

  He bucked upward one last time, hard and strong, and his groan of surrender in her ear was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard.

  Once his tremors subsided, he tipped her back against the mattress so that he was lying on top of her, and stared down at her with a crooked but satisfied grin on his face. "I hearby bequeath my nickname of the Wilde One to you. You've earned it. "

  She laughed, happy that she'd pleased him. "I'm so honored," she replied, and ignoring the glimmer of adoration in his eyes, along with the emotional tug on her heart that warned her she was falling for this man, she pulled him down for another wanton kiss.

  Chapter Four

  The early morning sunlight filtering through the living room window didn't provide adequate lighting, which Chayse would have liked, but she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to photograph Adrian in all his glorious, morning-after sexiness.

  She moved silently to the air mattress with her camera in hand, and knelt down so she was more on Adrian's level where he lay sprawled facedown amidst the pillows and rumpled blankets. She probably didn't need to be so quiet, considering the man slept like a rock, and even now his breathing was deep and measured. No doubt he was exhausted after their night together, and his body was recovering. She, too, had slept soundlessly, once Adrian had allowed her to drift off to sleep, that was. The man had been utterly insatiable, she thought with a reminiscent smile.

  Her stomach did a free-fall tumble that had nothing to do with being hungry for breakfast, and everything to do with her intense attraction to Adrian. God, the man was so sinfully gorgeous, he ought to be deemed illegal. Even asleep and completely mussed, he managed to exude an earthy, sexual magnetism, one she was finding dangerous on so many levels—physically, emotion-ally, and mentally. The fact that this man had the ability to affect her so completely was a scary prospect she wasn't prepared to face or deal with.

  She adjusted the settings on her camera to compensate for the lack of lighting, then glanced back at her subject, taking in his natural pose and the naked slope of his beautifully muscled back, all the way down to where the blanket was wrapped low around his hips. She'd also discovered that Adrian was extremely hot-blooded and didn't require much to keep him warm, whereas she liked to burrow beneath a mound of covers.

  Yet their different levels of sleeping comfort hadn't stopped him from reaching for her during the night and tucking her tight against his body. And she'd gone to him willingly, letting his presence fill that vast loneliness that had been such a part of her life for so long. She'd allow herself that luxury, if only for a night or two, before the real world intruded on their weekend affair. And before they parted ways, she wanted to remember him just like this; these photos would be her private souvenir of their time together.

  Lifting the
camera and bringing Adrian into crisp, clear focus, she began taking her pictures. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for the clicking sound to rouse him from slumber. Through her lens, she watched him stir, and caught his gradual awakening on film. One eye slowly opened, then the other. A dark brow lifted lazily, as did one corner of his sensual mouth.

  "Smile, you're on Candid Camera," she greeted softly.

  He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that tickled the pit of her belly. Then he rolled over to his back and stretched the kinks from his long, lean body, and she took advantage of all that naked flesh and rippling muscles. His glossy hair was tousled in a messy disarray around his head, and dark stubble lined his jaw, making his eyes stand out like twin sapphires. Even the hair in his armpits was silky and sexy looking.

  As he flexed his legs, the blanket around his hips slipped lower on his abdomen, revealing not only his scar, but the fascinating trail of hair that led to more delightful treasures. "You better put the camera down before you get some indecent shots," he warned, his tone low and wicked.

  "Don't worry, you can get as indecent as you want. I develop all my own film." It was then that she noticed the impressive tent his erection had made beneath the covers, and she glanced at him from above her camera in mock reproach. "Why Adrian, is this photo session turning you on?"

  He gazed at her through lashes that had fallen to half-mast. "No, you turn me on. I can see your nipples through that T-shirt you're wearing, and I vividly remember what those panties are covering. "

  She shivered, but not from the cool morning air in the cabin. The man had a way with words that made her melt, along with a natural ability to seduce the camera, and her. "Ever thought of posing for Playgirl?"

  "Not on your life." He looked completely stricken by the very idea. "This beefcake calendar is as far as I go. "

  She laughed, feeling carefree and flirtatious, and enjoying the private, intimate moment between them. One that would always be theirs alone. "You'd make a lot of women really happy. "