Ray
Words I never thought I’d hear coasted from his lips as if he’d been saying them his entire life. In a way, it felt like we had. The stolen glances, tender moments of silence, playful banter, all of it leading us to this very moment.
We were standing on the edge of a cliff, both of us content to jump but not knowing if we were going to be jumping alone. Except this time, Wade reached out a hand and asked me to jump with him.
“You, Sunshine, I need you.”
Five simple words set me ablaze faster than dry kindling and the spark of an ember. I gripped his wrists, which were holding tightly on either side of my neck, and used them as leverage to pull myself toward him.
I had to stand on my tiptoes to be able to reach his mouth, but nothing was going to stop me from putting my lips on his.
Just like it had been outside Jack’s, there was nothing gentle about the way Wade and I kissed.
There was a potent hunger that had been building for almost fifteen years, desperate to claw its way out through our touches.
Each brush of our lips sent shivers down my spine and tingles of desire straight to my core.
Like a man possessed, Wade held my jaw, using his thumb to open me up to him as his tongue coasted across my bottom lip, requesting entrance.
With a soft moan, I opened for him and melted into his strong embrace. One of his hands coasted down my side and came to rest on my hip. His grip was punishing as he tugged me closer, erasing any semblance of space between us.
With an agonizing groan, he tore his lips from mine and coasted them down the slope of my neck. Where each open-mouthed kiss had been placed, the cool air coasted across it, bringing goosebumps to my skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped as his hands trailed over every inch of skin they could.
I felt the rough calluses of his hands as they brushed along my waist, hitching up my T-shirt in their wake. The undiluted need in his groan, blended with his words, caused my nipples to tighten beneath my thin cotton bra and my core to ache with need.
Wade had always been so put together, albeit a joker, but he was always responsible and wise beyond his years. Seeing him so uninhibited and possessing the knowledge that it was me who caused his undoing gave me a heady sense of power.
“I need you, Wade Daniels,” I moaned, cupping his growing erection through his jeans. He sucked in a hiss between clenched teeth as I slowly added pressure and continued rubbing against his length.
He gripped my wrist to stop me, and I held back the whimper of disappointment that threatened to spill past my lips. A wicked grin spread across his face as he let go of my wrist and trailed his hand up the center of my chest, avoiding exactly where I wanted him to touch me.
He gripped my neck, adding slight pressure on the sides, and I nodded in approval at his questioning gaze. Yep, I sure as fuck liked that.
I had only been with a couple of guys through the years, and none of them made me feel as powerful and sexy as Wade did.
Even if we were just friends, I knew I held a sense of control over him that he wouldn’t find with any other woman, and it was the most rewarding feeling knowing I could bring him to his knees.
Dipping his head to whisper in my ear, his warm breath deepened my desire as he crooned, “You want this, Sunshine?” He pushed one of his knees between my legs, and I could feel his rigid desire as it pressed into my thigh.
Yes, I sure as fuck wanted that.
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak as I reached my slender fingers down to the buckle of his belt and started pulling the leather through the metal clasp and loosening its hold on the starched denim.
I unbuttoned them and slid down the zipper torturously slow, teasing him with every inch it descended.
Once his pants were undone, I slowly sank to my knees at his feet, gripping the sides of his jeans and boxer briefs in each of my hands. I looked up at him through my lashes, a sly smile playing upon my lips.
Tugging the fabric concealing him from his hips, I dropped them just enough for his cock to spring free.
He was hard as steel, bobbing in front of my face, begging for my touch. I could see a small bead of pre-cum glistening from the crown, and I leaned down, swiping it away with the tip of my tongue.
Wade’s sharp intake of breath was enough to spur me on as I wrapped my fingers around his length and sat back on my heels, ready and waiting.
He looked down at me reverently, brushing a strand of hair tenderly from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“Are you going to look at me all night, or are you going to let me suck your cock?” I asked playfully, batting my lashes at him with practiced innocence.
With a loud chuckle, he reached down and gripped my chin, tipping my gaze up to his.
“I could look at you from sunup to sundown, Rayna Cortez, but I’m sure there’s not a prettier sight in this world than you on your knees, begging for my cock in that filthy fucking mouth.”