Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Amelia
The bedroom door closes behind us with a soft click that sounds impossibly loud in the quiet.
My heart is pounding so hard I swear it’s echoing off the walls. My stomach is swimming, nerves and anticipation tangling together until I don’t know which one is winning. I’ve never felt excitement like this. It’s sharp and electric and terrifying all at once.
Neither of us says a word.
Wilder’s hand comes to my waist, firm and sure, and in one smooth motion he presses me back against the door. His mouth crashes down on mine. It’s hard, demanding, like he’s been holding himself back for far too long.
I moan softly before I can stop myself.
His hands are everywhere. My sides, my back, my hips. Learning me like he needs to memorize every inch. My fingers fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body responding without permission.
The air between us feels alive. Like a live wire.
He kisses down my jaw, along my neck, lingering where my pulse jumps beneath his lips. A quiet sound escapes me, something I don’t recognize as my own.
“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible.
That’s all it takes.
Clothes start to come off. Slow at first, like we’re savoring it. He pulls my sweater over my head, his gaze dark and appreciative as it falls away. I tug his shirt free, my hands gliding over his warm, inked, muscular skin making my breath catch.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “What are you doing to me, Doc?”
The same thing you’re doing to me.
No one has ever made me feel like this. So wanted. So seen. Like every part of me is exactly where it belongs.
Next go my jeans, followed by his. His hard cock pressing against the fabic of his boxers is a powerful feelings. Knowing that I am the reason he is that turned on is something I can’t describe.
His voice drops, low and commanding. “Get on the bed.”
The way he says it sends heat racing straight through me.
I do exactly what he says, heart hammering as he follows, his weight pressing me down, his hands and mouth leaving no space untouched for long. Every kiss is slower now. Deeper, intentional.
He unclaps my bra, and my heavy breasts fall free.
We both let out a soft moan. Before I can process anything, his mouth is on them.
He sucks, licks, and nips at my breasts, while I begin to come undone beneath him.
I lift my hips, pressing my wet pussy against this rock-hard cock.
The thin material we both have on feels like a barrier that needs to be torn down.
He doesn’t disappoint as he kisses his way down my body, looking up at me before he settles between my legs. I nod, giving permission he never asks out loud.
His fingers slide into my panties, and he slides them down, exposing me completely to him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, letting his eyes drag all over my body.
Insecurity hits, and I try to push my legs together, but he stops me immediately.
“Amelia, don’t. I want to see every part of you. I want to feel, touch, and taste every inch of your incredibly sexy body. Don’t try to hide from me. I’ve been more vulnerable with you than anyone. Be vulnerable with me.”
The want I see in his eyes is overshadowed by softness. A tenderness I have to believe he doesn’t let most see.
My legs fall open, and his fingers sink into my hips as he kisses my inner thighs. “Good girl.”
His mouth connects with my pussy hard and fast. He’s licking, kissing, and nipping like a fucking professional. Hitting every spot that has me seeing stars. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this. This is want and need in its purest form.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my back arches off the bed. “Oh God,” I moan out.
It’s as if my words flip a switch because his hold tightens and his tongue lashes out against me at a speed I didn’t think was possible.
I can feel myself starting to fall, and every part of me wants to fight it.
To stay in this moment, but it’s impossible.
It’s been so long since anyone was able to make me feel like this.
This wanted.
This turned on.
This sexy.
My body begins to shake, and I grab onto his shoulders, sinking my nails into his skin. “Fuck, Wilder, I’m so close.”
His tongue connects with my clit as his warm mouth covers my pussy, and I lose it.
Moans escape me, echoing around the room, as I fall hard and fast.
He licks at me as I shake, and I feel his grin against my thigh.
Slowly, he pulls back, kissing his way up my body. When he reaches my lips, his eyes collide with mine. They are dark, desperate, and full of need.
It’s sexy as hell.
“Fucking delicious, Doc,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine.
I taste myself on him, and I let out a soft moan.
Wanting more, I reach down as his tongue explores my mouth and push his boxers down. He growls as I wrap my hand around his rigid cock, breaking the kiss.
“You sure?”
It’s sweet he cares, but I don’t want sweet right now. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.
“Yes,” I say as my eyes bounce between his.
He reaches over and pulls a condom out of his nightstand and rolls it on with practiced precision. I can’t pull my eyes away as his hand wraps around his dick. It’s erotic as hell.
“You see what you do to me? Not just right now, but every damn time you step into the room. This is what happens.”
I bite my lip as I look from his hard cock to his face. “No one has ever said something so sexy and dirty to me.”
He grins and settles on top of me, keeping his weight on his elbows. “Get used to it,” he whispers, slamming into me.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I arch off the bed.
He drives into me hard and fast. There’s nothing sweet or gentle about this. It’s raw want from both of us.
He pounds into me, groaning softly with each thrust. My moans are continuous as he works me over like I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, Amelia, you feel so good. Your tight, wet pussy is like my fucking salvation.”
I throw my head back as his words and cock make me feel things I didn’t know were possible.
His hands are all over my body. My nails are racking his back.
He presses his lips to my neck and bites down, causing me cry out in pleasure.
Our bodies are moving together like we’ve done this before. Like we fit together perfectly.
He continues to slam into, rocking the bed with the force he’s using. It’s so much and yet not enough all I once.
His hand moves between us, and his talented finger rubs my clit.
“Holy fuck,” I shout, digging my nails into his back.
I’m certain I’m leaving him marked at this point, and I suddenly hope I am.
“Don’t fight it, Amelia. I want to feel you come on me. I want to watch you come undone because of me,” he groans, pounding into me while his rubs my clit.
I can’t speak. I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to. He’s in complete control of my body and I fucking love it.
He slams into me and pinches my clit and that’s it. My orgasm crashes over me so hard and fast that I scream out his name without so much as a thought.
He continues to drive into me, causing my release to go on and on, as he chases his own. It doesn’t take long. His body stiffens and he moans loudly.
“Amelia.”
My name falling from his lips has me blinking away tears.
When he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, we’re both breathing hard.
For a moment, the world shrinks down to this room. This bed. This feeling.
And as his lips find mine again, unhurried and devastating, I know without a doubt that crossing this line will change everything.
And I could not care less.