Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Wilde
I wasn’t letting her drive home in the snow, but I also didn’t want the night to end. She made me feel good.
Different from how I had in a long, long time and I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight.
My sister was right, like she so often was. I should’ve said yes from the beginning and fully trusted her instincts. They hadn’t let me down yet.
But none of that mattered right now. What mattered right now was her. Reagan. And getting her safely home.
I helped her into my truck and fired up the engine, hoping it wouldn’t take long for it to warm up. “Rock is my go-to but feel free to change the station.” I said to Reagan before sliding back out of the truck to clean off the snow.
When I got back inside, the radio hadn’t changed and I shot her a grin. “You like rock, too?”
“Guilty as charged.”
God, this woman was perfect. I couldn’t be grumpy around her if I tried.
I’d never admit it to a soul, but I was grumpy from loneliness.
Then again, it was a loneliness I wanted, a way to shield myself from the pain love always seemed to invite in.
Can we ever just be happy without feeling like there was a price to pay?
“Guess Elena meant what she said when she told me we had a lot in common.”
Reagan smiled. “She told me the same thing. I was stuck on the fact that you liked the classics. That’s all it took, I guess.” She chuckled to herself and it was the most adorable thing.
I winked at her, loving how it made her cheeks flush a deep red. “It’s not an easy quality to come by. We’re a special crowd. So, what’s your address?” I held up my phone, now open to the GPS app.
She rattled off her street name, and I plugged it in. It wasn’t far from here. Thankfully, I knew the way, but in the shitty weather, I left the GPS on in case I couldn’t see an upcoming turn. The snow was coming in sideways and blowing fast, blizzard like conditions quickly developing.
While I navigated the streets, we talked over the low playing music, quizzing each other to see how much we really did have in common.
Turned out we had the same favorite number and color, but not animal.
Fine by me, because honestly, I was starting to think it was strange how alike we were.
She also loved pizza and cheeseburgers as her favorite foods and I chose desserts, like cheesecake, pie, and ice cream.
There were so many good ones, it was hard to choose.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into her driveway, the snow increasing as the minutes passed. There’ll be two feet of snow by tomorrow morning at this rate.
“Thanks again for the date. It was a lot of fun,” Reagan said as soon as I parked the car. She placed her hand on the door handle and looked away from me.
Ask her to come home with you. Do something crazy for once in your life.
No. Love equals hurt, remember?
Love hurts.
It hurts a lot.
She looked back, and our eyes connected, tethering me to her and her to me. What was happening? How could…
She opened her mouth to say something.
Say it. Please say it. I’ll say yes to whatever you ask. Whatever it is.
You say it, dummy! She’s waiting for you!
But then she closed it again, offered me a small smile and a little wave, and opened the door, hopping out into the snow. Enveloped by the storm, I no longer saw her, her body disappearing into the surrounding whiteout of snow.
Pain ripped through me and I clutched at my chest. It hurt.
It hurt not to see her. Not to be near her.
Without thinking, I shut off the engine, grabbed my keys, and jumped out of my truck, taking off after her. I caught up with her near her door, grabbed her from behind, her shriek lost in the storm’s wind. “Wilde, what are you—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I pulled her close to me and covered her mouth with mine, kissing her with everything inside me. My insides exploded, feelings long gone reawakening, a passion I’d never felt for anyone before bursting forth.
The weather didn’t matter, as we kissed and kissed, not feeling the snow or cold, there by her door, under her porch light. I couldn’t stop once I started, like a dam bursting open, and I didn’t want to stop, my hands digging into her waist and holding her against me.
When we finally broke apart, she whispered against my lips, “Come inside.”
There was no way I was saying no, not after I tasted her. She was mine now, and I wasn’t holding back. I couldn’t. She was a drug. One I wanted to be hopelessly addicted to.
I waited behind her impatiently as she unlocked the door and pulled me into the lobby of her building, out of the storm.
We stomped our boots off but only long enough for our lips to find one another again, our kisses wet, messy, and needy.
We kissed as Reagan walked me backwards towards her apartment door, leading me down a hallway on the right.
In front of the door marked one hundred and seven, Reagan stopped kissing me long enough to unlock and open the door, pulling me inside.
She didn’t flick the lights on, only shut and locked the door behind her before letting her jacket slid down and off.
She kept undressing as she walked further into her apartment, motioning me to follow her.
When we got to her bedroom, she wiggled her finger at me.
I didn’t hesitate to grab her waist and pull her against me, her beautiful curves utterly perfect.
I ran my hands over her figure again and again, over her soft silky dress, toying with the bottom hem.
Her own hands pulled at my t-shirt, lifting it over my head as her face pressed against my stomach and licked my rock-hard abs.
Her fingers played with the waistband of my pans, and soon she unzipped the fly and yanked them off, leaving me in just my boxer briefs.
Reagan kissed me deeply before she dragged her mouth away and moved down my jaw, over my chest, along my stomach, falling to her knees below me.
I groaned when I looked down and saw her looking up at me, so fucking gorgeous and ready.
She reached down and lifted her dress over her head, tossing it to the side, her bra and panties the only things left on her curvaceous body.
She reached up and slipped her hands beneath the waistband of my boxers, tugging the fabric down gently, my cock springing out from beneath the fabric. “Wow.” She whispered beneath her breath and licked her lips. My head fell back in anticipation.
“You don’t have to…if you’re not comfortable, we can…” I said, the words lost in the desire swirling the room.
And then before I could string together another coherent thought, her plump lips wrapped around my cock and my entire world tilted on its axis.