CHAPTER NINE #2
When they finally pulled to a stop, Wade spoke.
“So, I know we haven’t gone far, and technically we are in the middle of a field.
” There was no technically about it. They were definitely in a field.
“But I was thinking about where I could take you that was crowd free, had a good view, and that would feed you well.”
“It’s definitely crowd free.” She smiled. “The view is...a field. And food wise...are we testing out the farm to table idea?”
Wade’s deep laugh filled the cab. God. Even that was sexy.
She watched on, fascinated, as dimples punctuated his grin.
And bright blue eyes glistened as they caught the last of the sun.
It was then she realized something. She didn’t have to wait.
She didn’t have to spend their whole date nervous about what would happen after it.
She could do this now. Then they could enjoy the rest of the evening.
Go on then.
There was the catch. If she wanted to do this—she had to initiate it.
Before she got too in her head, she leaned over and did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him. And she continued kissing him even when he gasped in shock.
It was a messy exchange, and she was sure she was doing it wrong. Clumsily. Luckily, before she knew it, Wade’s shock was gone, and he was taking control. Just the way she liked it.
Big hands cradled her face as he managed to get deeper. The taste of his tongue making her brain fuzzy. And her skin feeling hotter and hotter as he thrust her back. His hard chest pushing into her soft one.
Wade drew back slowly, until choppy breaths were moistening her lips.
“Goddamn, petal.” He sighed. “You kiss me like that again, and we’re not gonna make it through dinner.”
“We can eat later.” Am I panting?
This time, Wade backed up further, until he was looking into her.
Yep. I’m panting.
“That’s what you want?” he asked as his gaze darkened.
It took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t just talking about the food. And when she did, she was nodding again. But he didn’t look convinced.
“I’m gonna need words, darlin’.”
She didn’t understand the concern wrinkling his brow. Or the scrape in his voice. Weren’t men supposed to want this? You would think they’d jump at the chance of skipping over the formalities and getting on with the good stuff.
“That’s what I want,” she announced, with a lot more confidence in her voice than in her stomach.
Thankfully, her declaration seemed to be enough to satisfy him as moments later his mouth was back on hers, prying her apart as he lowered them down into the leather seat.
Riley didn’t know if it was the feel of his body pressing into hers or the feral noises she was swallowing but she suddenly felt desperate.
Desperate for more. Desperate for everything.
She needed to feel his skin. Taste it. Get a good look at what exactly was currently pushing between her thighs and making her want to scream.
Wade’s mouth was on the move. His wet lips skimming her jaw and tracing her ear. “Spread your legs,” he rasped.
She obeyed immediately, her dress hitching up as she made room for his hard body.
As soon as he repositioned himself her head fell back and an embarrassingly loud whimper filled the cab.
And it only got louder as he bared his teeth and dragged them down her throat.
Nipping. Sucking. Kissing. All while his hips did magical things.
Oh. Wow.
But as his head dipped lower, panic began to set in. Could he feel just how wet her panties had become? Was she too wet? Was that a thing? So many questions and no one to answer them. And it wouldn’t look great if she pulled out her phone mid-thrust to google it.
Stop overthinking it. He’s going to be inside of you for God’s sake. Who cares if your panties are wet, they’re not going to stay on long anyway.
Yes. True. She welcomed sensible thoughts for once. Now she could get back to moaning just in time for Wade’s hand to push up her dress.
“Fuck,” his hand was on her hip, his thumb leisurely stroking back and forth over the flimsy red lace as he stared down. The rise and fall of his chest becoming more labored with each breath. “On your stomach,” he demanded.
Guess he wants to look at the back—or lack of it.
She did as she was told. Carefully twisting on the narrow seat until she was inhaling leather.
“Goddamn.” She felt Wade’s fingers trace the curve of her ass. “Did you get these especially for me, petal?”
There was something in his voice. Something dark. And it was turning her on even more. As if it were possible.
“Yes,” she whispered. Letting out a sigh as he cast the tiny string aside. Baring her to him.
She was exposed. Vulnerable. And she loved every second of it.
“Is this for me, too?” She felt his fingers move lower and lower until they stroked her centre.
Well, he definitely knows how wet you are now.
‘Yes,” she repeated, another whimper escaping as he pushed a thick digit inside of her. “Oh God, yes.”
Riley rocked into him. It was as if her body had taken over all control. Apparently, it knew what it wanted and had no problem asking for it. Another digit was pushed inside and this time, she screamed. Not in pain, but in pleasure.
Wade was either an expert at this or she’d been doing something seriously wrong when taking care of herself because nothing had felt this good before.
And it was only getting better as his body was hovering over her again.
Fingers still very much inside of her, his lips were on her back.
Teasing her with his tongue. Sucking. Biting.
Pulling noises out of her she never knew existed.
Riley faintly felt her dress being pushed even higher until it reached the nape of her neck. And her bra being unclipped.
Did he do that with one hand?
He did. But evidently, he needed another to strip her completely, which is what he did next. After sliding out of her, he gently tugged her dress up and discarded it. Her bra was the next victim and then those red panties.
I’m very fucking naked.
A fact that only hit home as a still fully dressed Wade flipped her over.
The slight sting of insecurity was quick to fade though as she caught sight of the raw intensity radiating off him.
He wanted her. That was pretty clear. And just when she thought she couldn’t want him more, his shirt was lifted over his head and tossed to the side.
Good grief!
“You ready for me, petal?” His hands went to his belt buckle.
Yes. God, yes. Hurry up.
Another nod and Wade’s knees pushed her open as he unbuttoned and unzipped. Breathing got much harder after that. Even her vision blurred as jeans and boxers were yanked down.
Wade’s powerful body was pressing into her again, the heat of his skin warming her insides as he seized her lips with an urgency she hadn’t felt before.
Riley’s body was once again in charge. Her nails clawing Wade’s muscular back, as she rolled her hips. Begging for more. Something had awoken in her. And she knew there would be no putting it back as she moaned and arched and wrapped her legs around the man making her world tilt.
Her impatient whines were getting louder as his tongue plunged deeper and her hips rocked harder. Wade got the message. He repositioned himself and emitted a savage growl as he sunk into her.
Ow.
Clouds cleared in that moment. Her brain was back on and her eyes shot open just in time for Wade to release her lips. He hadn’t moved. And when she got a look at his face, she knew why.
So much for not telling him.
Talk about a mood killer.
Just when she thought he was going to pull out and run for the hills, Wade surprised her. His wild Sex God demeanour gentled as he steadied himself above her.
“Just breathe, baby.” He was reassuring her with throaty whispers. “You’re in control. You tell me when to move.”
“Okay,” she managed through shaky breaths. “Now. I think now.”
After planting a soft kiss on her lips, he drew back slowly before pushing into her again. With less force this time. Riley released a long exhale, relieved that the sting was gone. And her lust had resurfaced. That’s when she kissed him again and encouraged him to move. And move he did.
Fuck me.
Literally.