Too Wilde to Tame

by Janelle Denison

  "You know just how to get them to eat out of the palm of your hand, don't you?" Cameron said, sparring right back.

  "Only the ones I want eating out of my hand." She dropped a small piece of the cake in her palm and held it toward Cameron. "Care for a bite, sugar?"

  "Oh man," Joel said on a chuckle. "You are so down for the count, Sinclair."

  It took a huge amount of effort for Cameron to resist Mia's outrageous dare, along with the urge to grasp her wrist and nibble and lick the scrap of chocolate cake off her palm until she was squirming and just as hot as she was making him.

  When Cameron refused to take the bait, or in this case, the cake, Mia popped the crumb into her mouth and ate it herself. "Can you believe all the babies this family is going to have this year?" she said, glancing at Joel. "Chayse just had Brandon, and Ashley is due in a few months. And Dana and Alex just announced earlier today that they're pregnant, too. God, I hope it's not contagious," she said with an exaggerated shudder.

  "What, you don't want to have babies?" Cameron asked before he could censure the question.

  Her gaze shot to his, and it was clear he'd startled her. "Well, I haven't given it a whole lot of thought, being an old maid and all."

  She was trying to be cute and funny and dismissive, but Cameron was thinking about it now. Having babies. With Mia. "I'd like at least three or four," he said.

  She lifted a brow as she dipped her fork into her cake for another bite. "Sounds like you want a wife you can keep barefoot and pregnant."

  Cameron grinned. "Yeah, I like that image."

  Mia rolled her eyes and licked away a crumb from the corner of her mouth. "And I suppose you'd expect your little woman to stay at home with the kids, keep the house clean and spotless, and be sure you had a hot meal on the table when you walked in after a long day at the office."

  "What man wouldn't?" he said, admitting as much. "But only if that's what my wife wanted to do."

  "What if she wanted to work?"

  Somewhere along the way the conversation had taken an interesting twist, and while Joel probably thought they were arguing, Cameron was fascinated with Mia's questions and answers, which said a whole lot about how she felt about having a family of her own.

  "I'd like to consider myself a contemporary kind of guy." He leaned back in his chair as he absently swiped his fingers along the condensation gathering on his bottle. "I'd have no problem if my wife wanted to pursue a career, just so long as the family didn't suffer."

  "Ahhh," she said, gaze narrowed and her fork pointed in his direction. "So your wife would have to juggle her job and also be sure everything at home ran smoothly, too?"

  "No, my wife and I would find a balance to be sure the kids didn't suffer because of our dual careers and we had someone we trust to watch the kids when we couldn't. So there would definitely have to be some compromising to make things work."

  She stared at him incredulously. "You're willing to help with the cooking and the cleaning and the diaper changing?"

  "I cook and clean for myself now, so I can't imagine changing a diaper is that difficult."

  "You're a better man than I," Joel said with a shudder. "Diaper changing is so not my thing."

  "Spoken like a true macho man," she said and laughed.

  "Hey, at least I'm honest." Joel drained the last of the beer in his bottle. "I think I need another drink. This conversation is giving me the hives since I have no intentions of getting married or having any kids. I'm out of here." Standing, he gathered the empty beer bottles and looked at Cameron. "Can you handle being alone with Mia?" he asked, his tone infused with meaning and amusement.

  "Don't worry about me," he said, waving Joel away. "I can handle Mia just fine."

  As soon as they were alone, a sultry smile curved Mia's full, sensual lips. Lips he was dying to taste and kiss. "So you can handle me, huh?" she murmured as she slowly, oh-so-provocatively ate another bite of her cake.

  While Mia's back was facing everyone up on the porch, Cameron was still in full view, which meant he needed to monitor his actions and reactions to Mia's current attempt to seduce him. "I think I've proved a few times just how well I can handle you."

  "Mmmm. So you have." Her lashes fell half-mast, and her voice dropped to a soft purr. "I wouldn't mind you manhandling me again. It's been a while, you know."

  "You've made me well aware of that." Reclining, he clasped his hands over his stomach. "Especially today, with you wearing those lace-up boots. You wore them deliberately, didn't you?"

  "Of course I did," she admitted shamelessly.

  Beneath the linen-draped table, the sole of her boot scraped along the inside seam of his jeans and then continued up his thigh until the toe of her shoe was pressing very insistently against his crotch. Heat and lust rushed straight to his groin, and he clenched his jaw to keep a low, tell-tale groan from escaping.

  Bracing her elbow on the table, she propped her chin in her hand as she played with the frosting on the cake with her fork, as if she didn't have her booted foot between his legs, rubbing against him in a very arousing way, making him harder and stiffer than he already was.

  "If I remember correctly," she said huskily, "You told me they did it for you, in a major way."

  "So I did." She was enjoying exploiting that particular weakness of his to her advantage. And because they were surrounded by her family, he had to act blase, which was one of the most difficult things he'd had to do.

  She slowly licked the white, creamy frosting from her fork, a sinful gleam in her eyes. "And judging by the erection you're currently sporting, they're doing it for you, right now, in a major way. Aren't they, sugar?"

  He reached down and grabbed her ankle, effectively putting a stop to her foot stroking along his shaft. "You're playing with fire," he warned in a gruff tone. "You have been all afternoon."

  "Maybe I'm looking to get burned," she whispered back.

  Sitting up straighter in his seat, Cameron leaned toward Mia, using the position to strum his fingers along the sensitive skin at the back of her knee, right where the top of her boot ended. She visibly shivered, offering him a smidgeon of satisfaction that he was able to get under her skin in some small way.

  His smile was calm for the sake of anyone who might be looking their way. "If you're not careful, sweetheart, you're gonna end up on this table, with your skirt tossed up over your head, and with me having my way with you right here in front of your family."

  Undeniable desire darkened her eyes. "How about you meet me in the upstairs bathroom in a few minutes while Cody and Tara are opening their gifts, so no one will miss either one of us, and you can have your way with me there?"

  He released her leg, unable to believe what she was suggesting. "You're kidding, right?"

  "Actually, I'm absolutely serious. And I'll even keep the boots on just for you." Standing, she licked the last smudge of frosting from her bottom lip, the glimpse of her soft, pink tongue reminding him of how well she could use that mouth of hers. "Don't make me wait long, sugar, or else I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

  As he watched her sashay toward the house, he rubbed a hand along his slack jaw, his mind still reeling from her very risqué proposition. God, she was so bold. So daring. And he was beginning to love those things about her, because all that brazenness was directed solely at him.

  Oh, yeah, he'd meet with her in the upstairs bathroom. Just as soon as he could walk across the backyard without his erection announcing his intentions.

  Chapter Thirteen

  CAMERON quietly made his way upstairs, making sure no one witnessed his disappearing act. With a soft knock on the bathroom door, Mia let him inside, then twisted the lock, and eagerly pulled him to her. He braced his forearms against the wall on either side of her head, and his blood heated when she tunneled her hands beneath his shirt and skimmed her palms up along his chest, her caresses desperate and needy.

  She nipped at his bottom lip and used her tongue to soothe the
slight sting. "God, Cameron, it's been too long since we've been together, and I want you so much," she said, her panting breaths telling him just how excited she already was, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

  He unbuttoned the front of her top, just enough so one shoulder slid down her arm, exposing a breast covered in pretty, embroidered lace that was sheer and damned sexy. He pulled that stretchy fabric down, cupped her bare breast in his palm, and scraped his thumb across her stiff nipple.

  She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her lower body grinding provocatively against his. "Cameron, please…"

  "What, exactly, do you want me to do?" he murmured, and exposed her other breast so he could give it equal attention, squeezing and kneading the pliable flesh.

  Her lashes drifted back open, her gaze heavy and sensual and just a little bit wicked. Lifting her hand, she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his head toward hers until her mouth brushed against his ear, her breath damp and warm as she spoke unabashedly. "I want you to go down on me and do what you do so well."

  Her sexy, arousing request made him hard as stone and so fucking hot for her. There was something to be said about a woman who spoke her mind and had no qualms about asking for what she wanted sexually. In this, at least, Mia was completely open with him, uninhibited, and his for the taking.

  "It would be my pleasure," he murmured huskily, and kissed her, tasting the heat of her anticipation, the depth of her need. She pulled his tongue deeper, suckling him aggressively, greedily, and a low groan rumbled up from his chest.

  Knowing her penchant for taking control, he released her mouth before she could take charge, pushed her breasts together, and dipped his head and nuzzled the soft, plump flesh. He laved her straining nipples with his tongue and tugged gently with his teeth until she whimpered and begged him to ease the ache gathering between her thighs.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, pushed her skirt up to her waist, and told her to hold the material out of the way for him. Without hesitating, she did as he asked, giving him a full, unobstructed view of her bare belly, her sheer, barely there panties that matched her bra, her soft, supple thighs… and those seductive, lace-up, dominatrix boots she'd worn just for him.

  He pushed her legs farther apart, widening her stance, and then slowly stroked his hands up her firm, silky smooth thighs, reveling in her soft sigh of pleasure. Grasping the sides of her panties, he buried his face against her stomach and lavished her belly with soft, damp kisses as he dragged her underwear down her legs and helped her step out of them. Then he sat back and looked his fill of this incredibly sexy, half-dressed woman.

  Her voluptuous breasts were bared, and in front of him was the sweetest, softest female flesh imaginable. He reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers over her feminine mound, then skimmed lower, sliding one long finger between those pouty lips to where she was hot and slick with desire.

  Her legs trembled. "Stop teasing me," she rasped.

  Ignoring her demand, he grinned up at her, deliberately stroking her slower, deeper, heightening the tension building within her. "Remember that night in the truck?" he murmured as he leaned forward, sucked on a patch of skin on the inside of her thigh, and marked her with a love bite before lapping his tongue all the way up to her sex. "You did a whole lot of teasing of your own. Now it's my turn to get even."

  She moaned her protest and then inhaled a quick breath when he spread her open with his fingers and finally took her with his mouth. Her back arched against the wall, and her hand twisted in his hair as he slid his tongue along her cleft and delved deep into that hidden pool of honeyed heat, coaxing her into a heady, sexual spell of exquisite wanting.

  Three times he brought Mia to the brink of release, teasing her with the promise of an orgasm until she was squirming and writhing and begging him to please, please, please let her come.

  He would. But not yet. He intended to be buried deep inside her when she climaxed.

  With that plan in mind, he stood back up and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. His erection strained against his jeans, full and hot and heavy, pulsing with every heartbeat. Mia's hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling anxiously with the snap, then the zipper, until she was holding his thickened shaft in her hand. She squeezed and stroked his hard length, and his entire body jerked when her thumb glided over the sensitive tip.

  She broke their kiss, panting. "Cameron, I need you inside me now."

  God, he needed that, too. Gripping the back of her thighs in his hands, he lifted her, spreading her legs wide to accommodate the fit of his hips while Mia pushed the folds of her skirt out of the way and locked her knees against his waist to give him better leverage. The head of his cock slid along her sex, bathing him in her slick moisture, until he found that perfect fit into her body.

  He drove into her, high and hard and deep, the force of his penetrating thrust rattling the pictures on the bathroom wall. He immediately stilled, praying the pictures didn't fall and crash to the floor-and send the Wilde family racing upstairs to find out what the commotion was all about. Mia's eyes grew wide, as if she was thinking the same exact thing, and then she burst into infectious giggles.

  He pressed his mouth to hers to quiet her, though he was grinning, too. "I'm thinking doing it up against the wall isn't a good idea." But it wasn't as though they had a bed available.

  "As good as it feels, I think you're right." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her lower body, and moaned softly as he surged infinitely deeper. She caught her breath. "How about the counter, behind you?"

  He glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see the large, flat surface. "That'll work." He'd make it work.

  Bracing his hands beneath her bare backside, he turned around and set her on the bathroom counter so her bottom was poised right on the edge. The height was perfect. So was the view of where they were joined.

  "Lean back, and keep your legs wrapped around my waist," he said, all too aware of the mirrors surrounding them, which only served to make their tryst more erotic.

  She did as he asked, bracing her hands behind her on the counter-a seductive position that ended up being sexy as hell. Her back was arched, and her exposed breasts jutted forward, those taut, rosy nipples so ripe and sweet-looking his mouth watered for another taste. Her tousled hair fell around her face and shoulders like a cloud of midnight silk and then there were the strong, pale thighs gripping his hips and the electrifying scratch of her leather boots against his bare skin.

  With his own hands free, he dragged them up the inside of her thighs, until both of his thumbs were touching her intimately, alternately stroking her clit and caressing the petals of flesh that led to the entrance of her body, where his own lust and need had gathered in a throbbing ache.

  She whimpered and wriggled against him, and when that didn't get him to move the way she wanted and needed, she clenched her inner muscles around him. The effect was like being sucked into the softest, tightest, hottest of sheaths, and he groaned and instinctively thrust into her. Except once wasn't enough, not when his body was urging him to move harder, deeper, faster, and give into climax simmering just below the surface.

  With his fingers still coaxing her higher, he leaned forward and captured one of her pert nipples between his lips. He swirled his tongue over the velvet soft aureole, and grazed his teeth across the pearled tip before doing the same with her other breast. With her hands immobile, she couldn't do anything but let him have his way with her… as she'd promised him downstairs.

  But as her breathing quickened, escalated, so did the long, smooth pumping of his hips and the friction and pressure of his thumb against her clit. He felt her orgasm building, climbing, and he lifted his head from her breasts so he could watch the slow, dazzling way she came apart just for him.

  She was like his every fantasy come to life. So sexy. So intoxicating to every one of his senses. Her beautiful breasts bounced softly
with each of his successive thrusts, the muscles in her thighs quivered, and her head fell back as her body convulsed around his and her climax swept her away.

  Her lips parted, but before she could let loose a cry of pleasure, he covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her, as hard and deep as their bodies were fused, and groaned right along with her as they both crashed over the edge of a stunning, spine-tingling orgasm.

  Long minutes later, her warm sigh drifted along the side of his neck while her hands caressed beneath his shirt and up along his damp back. "You are so addicting," she murmured huskily.

  So was she. In every way.

  Still buried inside Mia's silky heat, Cameron glanced at her face and the content smile on her lips. She looked happy. Sated. And she was glowing like a woman who'd been well pleasured. He wanted to keep her that way… forever.

  Forever his.

  The emotion that swelled in his chest at that moment was raw and possessive and incredibly real. And the more time he spent with Mia, the stronger and deeper it grew, crowding places in his heart that had been empty and just waiting for the right woman to come and along and complete the man he was.

  That woman was Mia. He knew it. Accepted it. Just as he knew and accepted she wasn't ready to hear he wanted her to be a more permanent part of his life.

  Keeping his thoughts to himself, he smiled at her and smoothed the errant strands of hair from her soft, flushed cheek. "Do you think anyone missed us?" he asked, teasing her.

  "Do I look like I care?" she said with her usual abundance of sass.

  Cameron laughed, though he knew with certainty that she would care if someone came looking for her and found the two of them screwing like rabbits in heat. But he didn't call her on that, either.

  Instead, he moved away, cleaned up, and refastened his jeans. "I'll go downstairs first. You can arrive a few minutes later."