Dean #2
“Shut the fuck up, Wilder.” Her body tenses under my hands, but her hips shift back into me.
This side of her ignites me, letting the wild and ugly side peek through speaks to the part of me that wants nothing more than to mark her, possess her, own her.
Watching her laugh and chat it up with Kasey about killed me.
I had to walk away before I stormed across the arena and broke the guy's hand for touching her knee.
Again, I wrap my spur around her neck and squeeze.
The toes of her boots scramble against the floor, fighting for purchase.
Her attitude only makes me want her more.
I continue mumbling into the soft skin behind her ear, “Do you want to be dominated…” I feel the pulse underneath my palm speed up, “or worshiped?” When she swallows hard, I nip at her.
Sliding my hand to the back of her neck, I push her over the saddle and run my other hand down her spine, watching as her thighs press together between us.
Taking a step back, I trail my palm over the swell of her ass and between her legs.
She’s so hot I can feel her sex pulse under my fingers.
Gripping her hair, I wind it around my fist and pull her up, her back against my chest. Kicking her legs apart she sags against me, her wild hair twisted up in my tattooed hands.
Fuck, she looks so pretty like this. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. ”
The air hangs heavy as I wait for her to respond.
Deep down, if she said stop, I know I’d need to, but it would take everything in me to walk away from her now.
I’ve never claimed to be an honest man. Seconds slip by as my fingers continue rubbing the seam of her jeans.
Instead of words, she answers by shifting her weight lower against my hand, moving against me, chasing that high.
Pulling her hair tighter, I tip her head to the side and suck her neck, fully intending to leave a mark behind.
A sick part of me wants her to see this every time she looks in the mirror and remembers me.
A deranged part of me wants to leave it there for everyone to see, knowing that someone claimed her.
And even worse, I want to see it and know that she’s mine .
Her heavy sighs fill the room. She’s close, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
“Turn around.” Releasing her, I push her gently away from me against the saddle rack.
On wobbly legs, she obeys, her hair a wild mess around her.
I lick my lips at the sight of her pebbled nipples showing beneath her loose top.
“Lay back.” Slowly, she leans her lower back against the rack and arches her back over the top.
Taking slow steps towards her, I run my hands over her toned thighs.
Visions of them naked wrapped around my waist or thrown over my shoulders leaves my head spinning.
I roughly grab her knees and throw her backwards, her scream of surprise making my face twist with a savage need to own her.
“Let go.” Her eyes meet mine, and for a split second, her brown eyes stare into mine, trusting and vulnerable.
As much as I want to tear her apart, own her, break her, there is a sense of protection that I haven’t felt with anyone before.
When I give her a small nod, she bends back over the wood arms. I give her knees a squeeze, silently asking her to hold on to me.
Her ankles cross behind me, pulling me into her.
Letting my palms skate over her jeans, up over the exposed skin on her stomach is a sweet kind of torture. I’ve never felt skin as soft as hers.
Reaching up to the neckline of her shirt, I grip it tightly in my hands and rip it clean down the middle, her bare breasts bouncing with the force.
Gasping, she lurches upward to cover herself, but I bend over her, pushing her violently backwards.
Her small fists pound against my chest, but she doesn’t say stop, doesn’t tell me to get off her.
I simply trap them in one hand and reach back between her legs with the other.
As soon as my fingers resume their leisurely stroking, she moans and drops her head back again.
Her hips move against me, begging for more.
“These tits will be the death of me, darlin’.
” I catch one of her pink nipples in my mouth and suck wildly, upping the pace against her clit.
Anyone walking by could hear us, but the thought makes me even more hungry to taste her.
I want nothing more than to spin her around, pull her jeans down, and have my way with her right here and now.
But the chase enthralls me, and this isn’t the last time I plan to have Hannah fucking Harlow panting beneath me.
It doesn’t take much more before her body tenses and her breath catches.
I watch as her face turns a gorgeous shade of red.
She holds her breath as her climax washes over her, trembling and shaking around me.
Her nipples constrict against my tongue and I lick between her breasts, against the column of her neck, and up and over her chin, until my lips rest just a kiss away from hers.
“Fucking breathtaking,” I whisper before reaching behind her and pulling her up.
My hands hold her hips as she sways, finally standing on both feet again.
Usually after a hookup, there is a sense of awkwardness.
Unease and discomfort as to what to do or say.
But with her, that doesn’t exist. On one hand, I want to drag her back to my trailer.
Keep her with me and never let her out of my sight.
I’ve been waiting for her to pop back up in my life for years, and now that she’s here, the thought of her walking out again has a pain spreading from my heart to the tips of my fingers.
On the other hand, I want to turn and leave, knowing that I’m not the kind of man who could ever deserve a girl like her.
I’d only end up hurting her, like everyone else in my life.
That guilt and pain dumps over me like ice water.
Her brown eyes linger on my lips for a moment before she ducks down, grabbing her bag and clutching it to her chest when she stands.
My heart races at the thought of her leaving me.
My nerves are a live wire of electricity, and it’s eating me alive.
Before she can duck out the door, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into my side.
I take a moment to revel in the way her skin feels under my fingertips before I dip my chin towards her and lay a soft kiss on her forehead.
Just like I did the night I left her in the ambulance and watched it take my girl away.
And just like that night, the moment I lay my lips on her skin, I feel the pull between us.
The pull that has been my constant reminder endlessly nagging at me to find her again and make her mine.