Chapter 6
Chapter Six
DANI
I heard the low moan escape my throat when Wade’s tongue swept into my mouth, and I didn’t even care.
He drew back slightly, one of his hands lacing into my hair as he murmured my name and angled my head to deepen our kiss.
His other hand slid down my spine to cup my bottom and pull me fast against him where I could feel the hard ridge of his arousal.
I truly didn’t care about anything except this.
This being the feel of Wade, strong and hard against me. The scent of him—woodsy with a hint of snow clinging to him—wrapped around me and invaded all my senses like a drug.
The feel of his kiss—slow, deliberate, sensual, and deep—was so overwhelming, I simply tumbled into it. This was everything, everything I had tried to deny myself for too damn long.
I flexed into him, plastering my body against his. The man he was now was all strong, hard, honed planes. Being held by him felt so right that all I could do was surrender to it.
When I moaned again, his lips broke from mine, and he dusted hot kisses along my jawline.
His teeth caught the lobe of my ear lightly, sending an intense shiver through my entire body.
Little nips along the sensitive skin on my neck had me trembling against him, my hips rocking into the cradle of his.
“Dani.” The sound of my name in his gruff voice elicited a whimper from me.
I barely recognized myself. I was awash in sensation and need, and Wade was the only person who could assuage it.
I ran my hand over his chest, savoring the hard planes and the ripple of his abdomen as I stroked across it before I cupped my palm over the hard length of his cock. A rush of satisfaction came when I felt him swell slightly under my touch.
“Fuck, Dani,” he growled, his teeth grazing along my neck again with a light nip as I rocked my hips over his thigh when his knee slid in between my legs.
A piercing streak of pleasure raced through me. His hand was sliding down to cup my breast with his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching my nipple through my T-shirt.
“Wade, please.” I gasped when he pressed his knee against me again, sending another hot jolt of pleasure spinning from my core.
Suddenly, he stilled, lifting his head slowly. He didn’t move, but I could feel the tension nearly vibrating through his body. My eyes opened to find his gaze waiting—intent, dark, and searching.
I felt as if he could see to the very center of my soul. Everything was stripped away, and I felt more vulnerable than I could ever remember.
“What are we doing, Dani?” he asked, his voice husky.
I swallowed thickly, staring at him and feeling the beat of my heart reverberating in every cell of my body. I tried to take a breath, but I couldn’t get much air.
“This,” I murmured, arching up to catch his lips in another kiss. For a moment, I thought he was going to let it go as his lips molded over mine. But after only one sweep of his tongue, he drew back, his head thumping against the door behind him.
“Dani,” he said, his tone low and laced with intensity, “you have no idea how much I want you. But I’m not going to screw everything up worse than it already is by letting this play out like this.”
He loosened his hold in my hair, carefully easing me away as he stepped back and straightened.
“Just to make it crystal clear,” he said bluntly, “I want you. I always have. But we have history, and I don’t know what the hell made you so angry with me, but we’re going to sort that out before we screw things up even more. ”
Staring at him, my mouth opened and closed before I snapped it shut. I finally managed to gulp in a breath. All the while, blood rushed through my ears. I was hot, so hot. My nipples were so tight they ached, and I was uncomfortably aware of the throb at the apex of my thighs.
“Wade,” I began.
He shook his head. “I can’t talk now, Dani. Either I fuck you and make things worse, or I leave. When you’re ready to talk, let me know.”
At that, he opened the door, a rush of cold air swirling around me as he stepped through and closed the door quickly behind him. I stood there, nearly ready to scream with frustration—a combination of raw need and desire colliding with pure anger. I was furious.
“Fuck you,” I muttered, clenching my fist to keep from reaching for the door and chasing after him. I knew it would serve no purpose. Wade could be just as stubborn as I could.
After I managed to get my heart rate under control, I took a lukewarm shower in some sort of effort to cool off and crawled in bed. Unfortunately, I was tense all over and still restless with need.
I found myself reaching between my thighs, sliding my fingers through the slick wetness.
Wade was stamped on every reaction of my body.
When I tried to push him out of my mind, he crowded my thoughts—the feel of his lips on mine, his hand curving over my bottom, and his name crossing my lips as I brought myself to orgasm moments later.