To Desire a Wilde

by Kimberly Kaye Terry

  Yes, he was right. Something had to give.

  But the other end of that was what would happen to her, when it was over.

  The flowers in her hand forgotten, she turned to face him. “Limitations? What limitations have I forced on you, Shilah?”

  He shoved away from the wall where he’d been leaning, making his way toward her, running his eyes over her.

  He was staring at her as though he read her every thought. As though he knew her every secret desire.

  Unable to turn away she helplessly watched his approach.

  She forced herself to move, turning back around to finish placing the flowers in the vase. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t placed any limitations on us…on you, any more so than what should be there.”

  He stopped and, although she couldn’t see him, Ellie could feel him, the warmth from his body reaching out to enfold her in its embrace.

  She inhaled, deeply. His unique masculine scent overpowered the scent of the flowers, hitting her at once, and she closed her eyes, feeling her nipples pearl behind her gown in reaction to his nearness.

  He hadn’t even touched her, yet her body betrayed her, tingling head to toe.

  She felt his hand on her shoulder, the warmth seeping through the thin cotton of her gown, and bit her bottom lip.

  “What is it that scares you, Ellie?”

  She was silent, trying to figure out in her mind what…how to answer a question that she didn’t know the answer to. He’d asked her that question before. Just as she hadn’t known the answer then, neither did she now.

  To deny that she was afraid…well, that was no longer an option. Not only did he know her too well, she couldn’t give voice to the lie even to herself.

  She felt him move closer, crowding her space, until her legs bumped up against the counter.

  “What would happen if you just gave in, Ellie?” The forbidden words were whispered against her temple and Ellie felt her heart pound against her chest in a slow, hard beat, each one she heard…felt, throbbing.

  “Shilah, if I did…what if—” she stopped, swallowed and felt him step impossibly closer, until she felt the coarse material of his jeans brush against the backs of her legs.

  He turned her around to face him.

  His nearness blocked out sound, sight, smell…until it was only him that she saw, everything in the room, everything she’d ever felt it seemed before she’d met him, before this moment, faded away as though it had never been.

  She closed her eyes.

  “Trust me,” he said, and lowered his mouth, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, seesawing motion. She felt the response of the small touch shoot through her body like fire.

  He licked the corner of her lip.

  Ellie’s nipples constricted against the thin gown she wore, painfully.

  “Trust me, Ellie. Like you always have.”

  She placed a hand against his chest and forced him to move away, so that she could see his face. Dark eyes stared down at her, searching hers.

  “I’ve never done this—” She stopped, gestured with one hand in a sweeping motion. “Before.”

  Shilah frowned, “And by this you mean…” He allowed the sentence to dangle.

  “This type of relationship. One where I don’t know what’s going to happen. Don’t really know the boundaries,” she finished lamely.

  “Do we have to know what’s going to happen? Does everything in your life have to go according to your clipboard?” he asked, and she caught the teasing glint in his dark eyes.

  She shook her head. “No, but I like to know what I’m getting into before I jump into the fire,” she murmured.

  “I’ll be there to catch you, before you get burned, Ellie.”

  Ellie was afraid it was too late for that. He’d burned her with his touch, seared and branded her the first moment their mouths had met.

  Long minutes and several drugging kisses later, Ellie broke away from him, her breathing heavy.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, hearing the tremble in his own voice.

  He was on fire with need for her. He pulled her close and bent as though to bring their mouths back into contact.

  She’d asked what he wanted from her. His hand came up to frame her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, running over her face, down the length of her neck. He spanned the hollow of her throat, feeling her heartbeat jump against his fingers.

  The move he knew, boldly possessive.

  Staking his claim.

  Ellie placed her hand on his chest, shoving at him, yet with not as much strength as before.

  Their eyes locked in a heated battle of wills, even as desire and lust—and something more, something he willed her to see—were a hazy cloud engulfing them.

  “Not…not here.” The words seemed torn from her. “Not at my parents’ house,” she finished, and relief flooded him.

  Despite the painful throb of his erection, he ruthlessly shoved down the need to pick her up, carry her to the nearest soft spot and make love to her until neither one of them could think straight, until she could voice no more objections to him as she lay spent and sated beneath him.

  He drew in a shaky breath and nodded his head, his eyes searching hers.

  “Then come home with me, Ellie. Come home with me and make love to me.”

  Chapter 16

  Although he’d wanted her to drive with him, Ellie had followed Shilah, using the time alone to gather her thoughts, analyze what she was doing and why.

  When all else failed, she fell back on her reasoning…her way of analyzing things to help her understand. She thought of every reason she shouldn’t be in her car at midnight following Shilah Wilde back to his place. She thought of how easy she’d given in to him, how easily she’d agreed to come home with him.

  Simply because he’d asked.

  All of her analyzing came to a halt. He’d only had to ask and she’d followed him.

  She wanted him. Wanted this night with him. A night she knew would bring her the kind of pleasure she’d never known before. The kind of pleasure she’d never allowed herself to feel with another.

  As she parked her car next to his in the driveway, before she could open her car door he was there beside her, helping her out, taking the bag she’d hastily packed, and ushering her to the house.

  Although it was late and she knew the likelihood that anyone was awake to see her late-night creeping, she sighed in relief when he took her around the back entry.

  “We each have our own entry. Something we had the construction crew do a few years ago,” he said by way of explanation, yet Ellie knew he was using the entry for her benefit.

  They’d barely walked inside before he turned to her.

  “Tell me,” he said, pulling a frown from Ellie.

  “Tell you…tell you what?” she asked, her voice halting, her eyes trained on the full lower rim of his sensual mouth.

  He leaned down and placed a kiss on her mouth, be fore withdrawing.

  “Tell me.” His command was made in a voice no louder than before, yet she heard the steely demand.

  She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to admit that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  To admit that thoughts of him had stayed with her, night and day, from the moment they’d made love in the old shack.

  To admit that she wanted him in every carnal way that his eyes promised he wanted her.

  As he stood staring down at her from beneath hooded lids, his face tightened as the hand that had been caressing her face slipped down and opened, wrapping loosely around her throat, the hold subtle but possessive.

  “I—I want you, Shilah.” She forced the admission from the tight constriction in her throat.

  At her answer, she felt his anger and, confused, she glanced up at him, wondering what he wanted from her.

  “What do you want from me?” she cried. “I’m here, I can’t give you anything else, Shilah. Not now,” she said, knowing th
e answer she gave wasn’t the one he wanted.

  She turned away, her hand on the knob. “This was a mistake, I—”

  Before she could turn the knob he spun her back around, the light in his eyes frightening her in its intensity.

  “No man has ever made me feel like you have, Shilah,” she said, fighting against the need to cry. “So—” She threw her hands up in the air, at a loss for words.

  “Needed. Wanted.” He finished tilting her head to force her to look at him.

  She licked the bottom of her lip, and nodded her head wordlessly.

  As his gaze traveled over her face, she saw the slight flare of his nostrils.

  The admission hadn’t been easy and was one she tried not to think about, kept hidden deep inside in that place she held away from others.

  “You don’t have to hold back from me, Ellie. You don’t have to protect yourself.”

  It was as though he’d pushed down past the layers…the barriers she’d erected between herself and others and pulled out the very heart of who she was.

  “I—” She opened her mouth to speak and he laid a finger over her mouth, silencing her.

  “Don’t say, Ellie. Just feel.”

  “Yes.”

  Without another word, Shilah’s hands went to work, roaming over her body, down her legs until he reached the hem of her skirt. Slowly he eased her skirt up and away from her legs. The material sliding along her bare thighs, combined with the touch of his hands against her overly sensitive skin, elicited a deep shiver from Ellie.

  He deftly unzipped the back of her skirt, tugging it down her legs and kicking it to the side, sliding his hot, hard hands along her waist until he reached her panties.

  Lowering his head, he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her moans. His fingers brushed across along the damp crotch of her panties, eliciting a deep moan from Ellie.

  His mouth was hard, unforgiving in its demands as he plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth. Yet his fingers deftly worked at her panties until with an impatient tug he ripped them from her body.

  When he placed one lone finger deep inside her body, already wet for him, he broke away from her groaning against her lips. “So wet…so sweet,” he groaned against her mouth.

  Shilah’s finger delved within her slick folds and pushed inside her warm, wet sheath, groaning harshly when her greedy walls clenched and tightened on his fingers, her lean but lush body grinding against him.

  His shaft swelled to painful proportions when he thought of how snugly she’d fit, wrapped around him.

  Her low moans filled his room, echoing off the walls when he slowly dragged his finger in and out of her tight sheath, before slowly dragging his finger completely out of her body.

  His breathing was heavy, his heart thudding against his ribs. He brought his finger up to see her essence covering the single digit. He kept his gaze steady on hers as he brought his finger to his mouth and struck his tongue out to clean it of her cream.

  His cock jumped, pressing hotly against her naked mound, and he brought his hand down and grasped hers from where it rested against his chest.

  He brought their joined hands between their bodies, wrapping her small hand around his shaft to show her what she did to him with just one taste of her.

  His nostrils flared at the light that entered her dark eyes, one that spoke of feminine triumph at what she’d done to him.

  With a growl he lifted her, straddling her legs around his waist, and backed her to the bed, laying her down in the center and covering her body with his.

  He slid his hand between their bodies, impatiently tugging on her shirt, deftly lifting it up and over her head to drop over the side of the bed.

  As she’d dressed to come home with him, she hadn’t bothered putting on a bra, and her perfect round breasts were bared to his gaze.

  He leaned down, cupped one of the small mounds in one hand and stroked his thumb over the nipple. With a tight groan he replaced his thumb with his tongue, scraping it over and over until it spiked, before pulling it deep inside his mouth.

  Her nipple scraped the underside of his mouth as he laved it in long, sweeping moves, before clamping his teeth down on her nipple, suckling and tugging on it, mimicking what he was doing with his fingers with the bud of her femininity.

  “Shilah…” she panted, mewling, the sound an utterly feminine one, as she ground herself against his mouth and fingers.

  His shaft hardened to granite, yet he took his time with her, playing and toying with her to bring her to the brink of orgasm only to retreat, his fingers pinching her clitoris while they spread her own moisture over and around her pearl of femininity.

  “Shilah, Shilah, please,” she cried, her body moving against his, her breath coming out in harsh gasps of air as he continued to work her.

  Past the haze of lust he glanced down at her, her body trembling, her head thrown back as she moaned out her pleasure.

  The position of her body on his, the way she moved against him and her little cries were his undoing. Unable to take it any further, he tore away from her, and quickly rose, shedding his clothes. As she lay in the center of the bed, her dark eyes followed him, watching his every move as he then reached inside the bedside table and lifted a small foil wrapper from inside.

  Once fully sheathed he turned back to face her, and stopped, his heart thudding violently against his chest as he viewed her as she lay sprawled on his bed.

  The moon’s beams rained from the skylight in his ceiling, casting an almost ethereal glow over her deep chocolate-colored skin, lying naked, decadently sprawled out on his bed.

  Her hair was a messy tangle, mostly from his hands as they’d shifted through the strands as they’d kissed. It obscured part of her face, yet he could feel her eyes on him in the dark.

  God, she was beautiful. No matter how often he’d imagined this scene, her body bared completely to him, never in his wildest imagination had Shilah imagined she’d look like this.

  With her elbows propped behind her, her upper torso was slightly bowed; her small round breasts were thrust forward.

  His glance trailed over them, across her dark, chocolate-colored nipples that under his ardent gaze spiked long, taut…begging for his kisses.

  Shilah was more than happy to oblige.

  As he moved back to the bed, she rose and met him, her hand coming out hesitantly to run over his length, shocking a deep moan from him.

  He’d allowed her soft, almost innocent touch as she’d wrapped her hand around his cock, her hands so slender and small, she’d barely been able to circle him.

  When she’d squeezed, he’d groaned, moving her away, pushing her down on the bed, his body moving to cover hers again.

  “If I let you do that now, baby, this will be over before it starts,” he said roughly. He caught the blush that stained her pretty cheeks when she realized what he meant.

  “Soon enough, El. Soon enough you can touch me all you want. But this time around belongs to me.”

  He moved into the V of her legs, his erection pressing against the moist nook of her femininity.

  “Shilah,” she whispered, as he nuzzled the skin directly behind her ear, knowing it was one of her hot spots.

  He groaned as her sweet body molded to his, her arms creeping out to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

  It seemed like an eternity that he’d wanted to feel her…taste her. He took a deep breath, inhaling her unique smell deep into his lungs.

  “I love your skin, Ellie,” he whispered against her throat before his tongue snaked out and licked the hollow.

  “So smooth…decadent rich chocolate.”

  “Thank…thank you,” she whispered huskily, a catch in her throat. He pushed away enough so that he could see her face. His gaze went over her passion-stamped face, lips swollen from his kisses, lids droopy, as she returned his gaze.

  He leaned down again, dragging his mouth across the valley between her breasts, swirling and suckling a nipple
, alternating his attention between both.

  As badly as he wanted to spread her thighs and plunge deep inside her warm, tight sheath, he desired to draw out the pleasure, a pleasure it had seemed an eternity he had dreamed about, yearned for.

  Ellie’s body bowed sharply when he pulled one of her hardened nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth and suckled her, hard.

  Each decadent glide of his tongue against her breasts, every tug and pull against her aching nipples sent her essence down her thigh.

  When he pulled away from her, her eyes flew open as she clutched at his wide shoulders, silently begging him to return.

  He licked a path up her body, ending at her mouth and whispered. “Do you like what I’m doing to you, Ellie?”

  Ellie nodded her head up and down, speech beyond her at the moment as he catered to her every decadent whim.

  When she’d seen him, naked, as he’d turned to face her, his shaft thick and long, hanging between his thick thighs, a sharp pang of desire had furled low in her belly, snaking through her body, striking her as swiftly as a boa constrictor and leaving her just as breathless.

  She’d thought him sinfully gorgeous before, fully clothed…but goodness. It was nothing compared to seeing him bared, standing before her, hard and ready. Just for her.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked, biting down on her nipple, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that she felt the sting, trailing a hot path from her nipple to the core of her.

  Her head tossed on the pillow, as she moaned and cried, asking…no, shamelessly begging him to give her what she needed so desperately.

  She heard his low, masculine laugh, and seconds later he was easing back between her legs. Pressing her thighs wide, he lifted them at the bend of her knee.

  She inhaled a startled breath, her eyes widening in alarm when she felt the broad tip of his penis poised against her entry.

  Within moments of her consent, he was feeding her his shaft, inch by torrid inch, until Ellie gasped, grabbing onto his thick forearms and sinking her nails deep, scoring his flesh.