Wild as Her (Beckett Family #2)

Chapter 28

Indie

W ild’s fingers massage into my scalp, and the sensation is enough to make me let out a deep moan. It’s really unfair how good this man is with his hands.

“You do that again, and I’m gonna have a hard time keepin’ my word.” His voice is rough against the shell of my ear.

Feeling his naked body, hot and wet behind me, causes me to question why I’m so against this shower being more . Deciding to say ‘damn the consequences,’ I let out what I’m thinking.

“Maybe I don’t want you to keep your word,” I confess with my eyes still closed, anticipating his response.

Large fingers ghost down my back and over the curve of my ass. In one quick movement, I’m spun around to face him.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he smirks with half-lidded eyes, water trailing down the side of his face from his wet hair.

“Wild… be quiet.” I grab his head and pull his mouth to mine.

Reaching down, he wraps his hands around my upper thighs and lifts me. My legs wrap high around his waist as I grind into his hard body.

Within seconds, my back hits the heated tile wall, his lips staying glued to mine as the steaming hot water splashes against us. The kiss grows deeper with each thrusting motion he makes against me.

I pull away from his lips long enough to lean into his ear.

“ I need you inside of me, ” I whisper, grabbing ahold of his wet hair and tugging. He lets out a deep grunt of pleasure.

It’s no secret that I like how rough he is with me in these moments, but I know he likes it when I’m rough with him, too.

“ Fuck ,” he growls out. “I need more.”

Without another word, Wild turns off the water, pushes the shower door open, and takes both of our drenched bodies out of the bathroom. Water drips everywhere as he carries me to his room, his hands gripping tightly into my ass.

Our soaking-wet bodies topple onto his freshly made bed. The scent of Wild’s warm cologne surrounds me—the smell that has driven me crazy since the day I met him.

“This one’s gonna be quick,” he says, biting at my ear as he hovers over me. “I need you right fuckin’ now.”

His words add kerosene to the already scorching fire inside of me—I love it when he’s wild for me like this.

“So stop talkin’ and do it already,” I demand, pulling his face to me again and nipping at his lower lip.

“ Mmm, ” he moans. “I fuckin’ love when you’re impatient for me.”

Sitting back up, he quickly grabs the condom from the nightstand drawer. We don’t always use protection, but with my birth control and close cycle monitoring, I’m not too concerned about it.

When he comes back to me, I have my knees up with my feet planted firmly on the bed and my hands crossed over my chest, feeling insecure being exposed in the fully lit room—something I’ve rarely ever felt.

Coming closer, Wild places a hand on my raised knees and tilts them to the side. Before I can react, his other hand comes up quickly and slaps my ass hard, causing me to let out a soft cry.

“Do not hide from me, Indiana.” Putting his strong hands on my knees, he pushes my legs apart. “Every inch of you is fuckin’ beautiful, and I want to see it… I need to see it.”

There’s something in his eyes that leaves no room for questioning.

I swallow and allow my hands to drop to my sides, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Eyes trailing me, his tongue ghosts his bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth and bites down. The intense stare mixed with his words causes the heat in my belly to intensify, creating more wetness between my legs.

My damp hair is soaking the bed beneath me, causing me to shiver. Both of our wet bodies slide together as he comes over the top of me again, one muscular thigh sliding between my legs. Instinctively, I begin to grind against him, digging my nails into the muscles of his back.

The masculine scent of his body wash hits me, and I’m taken back to that day we met when we were still just kids. He was lying on top of me much like he is now— minus the naked part, of course .

He still gives me butterflies, just like he did all those years ago—no matter how much I wish he didn’t and no matter how much I fight it.

Who’d have thought we’d be where we are now?

We lock eyes, neither of us saying a word. The way he’s searching my face makes me wonder if he’s thinking about the same thing.

“I don’t want anything between us tonight,” I softly admit, hoping he’s feeling the same way that I am. Wanting to be as close as we possibly can be. Needing to feel every bit of his skin on mine, knowing that we are both giving every part of ourselves to each other tonight.

Drawing in a breath, he nods once, tossing the black foil condom wrapper to the floor.

Eyes still on mine, his fingers begin to tease at my sex. My breath hitches at his touch, and I wonder, as I’m lost in his hazel eyes, how I’ve ever managed to go so long without him. How I’ve ever convinced myself that being with him wasn’t astronomically different and ultimately what I’ve always needed.

“Mmm, that’s almost it,” he says when a whimper escapes me. Continuing to tease, he swirls his fingers over my clit. The intense pleasure is growing inside of me, but I need more .

“Wild,” I moan—a plea for him to give me what I need.

“There we go. Now let me see those eyes roll back.”

As soon as his words are out, I feel him line up and thrust inside of me in one quick motion. My eyes do just as he demanded of them, fluttering back on a loud cry.

“ Fuck ,” he grunts as he begins to move inside of me, bending down to pull my nipple into his mouth.

He sucks hard and lightly bites down, causing me to let out a loud moan that fills the room. His tongue swirls as he continues to move inside of me.

Having him in so many places at once is quickly helping me satiate my craving for him. But something inside of me tells me I’ll never fully curb my appetite for him. I’ll always want more. Nothing makes that more apparent than history. Every time I’ve thought I could just ‘get him out of my system,’ it has done nothing but leave me wanting more of every piece of him.

His thrusts grow harder and faster. Stars begin to line my vision as I hold the air in my lungs.

The pads of his fingers grip tightly into my ass, the feeling near painful but oddly intoxicating. He senses my pleasure from the action and increases his grip, undoubtedly leaving his mark on me again. Not that I’ll ever complain—I love all of the marks we leave on each other—a reminder of the passionate moment that always gets my heart racing anytime I see one in the mirror or feel one when I sit down.

A loud cry of relief and pleasure rips from my lungs as I quiver beneath him. His mouth quickly glues to mine, swallowing the sound.

Lips trailing down my throat as I come down from the high he just sent me on, my eyes fall shut, lost in the bliss of the moment.

“That’s my girl, Ind,” he praises, pushing the hair back from my face. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

When I peek my lids open again, I see him staring down at me with parted lips. He continues to move, increasing his pace again as I feel him growing harder inside of me.

“ Ohmygod, ” he softly grunts with his release, his movements slowing with each rocking pulse of his hips.

Reaching above me, I hold his face in my hands, studying his perfect face as he pants above me. Pulling him closer, I pepper soft kisses to his rough cheek and along his jaw, feeling his breath skate down my neck with each press of my lips to his skin.

Gently, he leans his forehead to mine, and I run my fingers up, rubbing them through his damp hair as he comes down from his high.

His breathing is heavy as he hovers over me, his hazel-green eyes finding mine as he sits up again. Our heavy eyes study one another, and it’s like we are both seeing something we’ve never seen before. We need to take in every last detail that we can of the discovery before us.

As we lay speechless in the now damp bed, our bodies mostly dry, I feel it. Something has shifted. This was more than just sex tonight. This was everything I’ve always been too afraid to seek—too scared to allow myself to experience with anyone.

Breaking eye contact, I mentally push the thought away. Maybe I’m the only one who felt it. It’s possible that this was nothing more than what it is at face value, and I just need sleep.

“Let’s go finish our shower,” I say, catching my breath.

“No,” he rolls over to lay beside me on the bed. “Give me ten,” he adds breathlessly. “I’m definitely not done with you yet.”

I turn on my side to face him, propping my head up. His smooth chest is still rising and falling at a rapid pace, showing off the row of muscles on his abdomen. His thick blonde eyelashes fall shut over those deep hazel eyes.

He’s such a beautiful man—both inside and out.

God, this isn’t fair.

“Keep watchin’ me like that, and I’ll only need two,” he says with his eyes still closed.

I let out a soft laugh and nudge his arm.

His eyes shoot open, and he sits up before quickly pinning me down to the bed. Those playful eyes search mine with an infectious smile as he leans in, hovering his lips a breath above mine.

“Okay, maybe I only needed one.”

“What are you doin’? That tickles,” I say, shimmying away from him slightly.

After another round in bed and a quick shower, we crashed in Wild’s big, warm bed last night.

I just woke to him tracing his fingers over my naked back, light faintly peeking in from the closed window blinds.

“Tracin’ your freckles. The design possibilities are endless.” His fingers ghost over my back in what feels like a heart shape.

“Well, press harder so it doesn’t tickle,” I mumble into the pillow, closing my eyes.

The lone finger he’s been using to trail over my back lifts. A moment later, he sits up, throwing one leg over me and straddling my lower half. Having him in this position sends my mind down a path it shouldn’t be on until I’m more awake, memories of our late night causing me to grow hungry for the man lined up and half hard behind my ass.

Warm hands begin massaging firmly into the tight muscles in the center of my back, pulling me from my depraved thoughts.

“Now you’ve done it,” I say sleepily, relaxing into the mattress more. “I’m sleepin’ in your bed every night,” I joke.

His fingers begin digging deeper into my tension-filled shoulders. “That’s the plan.”