Page 21 of His Untamed Craving
"C'mon," she tosses over her shoulder. "Let me give you the grand tour."
I don't need to be told twice. Following her inside, I take in the details of the tiny living space with a fresh perspective. What had initially struck me as cramped quarters now feels strangely... cozy. Lived-in and well-loved.
"Over here is the kitchen," Daisy announces, gesturing toward a tidy little galley complete with a compact sink, two-burner cooktop, and pint-sized refrigerator. "It's not much, but it gets the job done on the road."
I nod slowly, already picturing her whipping up hearty camp meals in the tight confines while that sexy body sways to some saucy Latin beat drifting from a portable speaker. The image is so vivid it damn near steals my breath.
"What about..." I clear my throat, forcing the words out past the sudden roughness. "What's the, uh... sleeping situation?"
Daisy flashes me a wicked little grin over one shoulder before crossing to the opposite end. With a few deft movements, she has the cushions unfolded into a surprisingly spacious bed, the plush mattress taking up nearly the entire rear of the van.
An image flashes through my mind, unbidden—Daisy's tousled curls splayed across those rumpled sheets, her golden skin slicked with a fine sheen of sweat, those plump lips parted in ecstasy as she writhes beneath me...
The sudden rush of desire that surges through me is damn near staggering. I have to force myself to tear my stare away before she picks up on the heated direction of my thoughts.
"So yeah, that's pretty much the grand tour," Daisy pipes up, mercifully oblivious to the torrent of carnal images swirling through my head. She gestures around the space with a flourish. "Tiny kitchen for all my quinoa and veggie stir-fry needs, little dining spot for when I feel like pretending to be civilized, and of course..." Her gaze flits meaningfully toward the bed.
Her impish grin returns full force, and I know she's read the smoldering heat in my stare. "That mattress gets pretty cozy on those long, cold nights out in the wild." Daisy's tongue darts out to wet her lips, the simple motion drawing my rapt focus.
"So..." She inches closer until I can feel the delicious heat of her body radiating through the thin cotton of her tank top. "What do you think?"
I reach for her, bunching the thin fabric of her top in my fists and hauling her flush against me. "I think it's perfect, just like you," I all but snarl before crushing my mouth against hers.
She moans against my lips, her fingers already unbuttoning my shirt as our bodies collide in a heated frenzy. My cock throbs and thickens, straining against the confines of my jeans as she grinds her hips against me.
As our kisses deepen and our breaths mingle, our hands eagerly explore each other's bodies, leaving trails of goosebumps and fire in their wake. I slide my hands up her back, beneath her tank top, desperate to feel her soft, honeyed skin against mine. Daisy shivers and whimpers, her nipples hardening into tight peaks as I trace the lace edge of her bra.
"More," she begs into my mouth, tugging my shirt off my shoulders and greedily raking her nails down my chest. I groan, relishing her touch and the way she trembles when I unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms. "Yes, Wyatt, more..."
Our clothes seem to vanish in a blur of hungry hands and impatient movements, our bodies melding together. I can't help but devour her skin, tasting the sweet and salty musk that lingers on her as the world shrinks to just Daisy and me, tangled in this wild, intimate haven we've created.
Daisy breaks the kiss with a breathless gasp as I trail scorching lips along her throat. "God, I need you..."
The ragged plea has fire lancing straight to my groin. Wasting no time, I slip two fingers between her legs, groaning at the silken grip as she spreads her legs wider.
"Look at you, baby," I growl against the flushed hollow beneath her ear. "So goddamn wet and ready for me already." I pump two fingers in and out of her tight, velvety depths, savoring the way her inner walls clench greedily around my fingers.
"Please, Wyatt..." Daisy whimpers, her nails digging into my forearm as her hips buck against my hand, seeking more friction. "I need you inside me, now." She's desperate, pleading, and it only makes me want her more.
As she trembles on the brink of surrender, eyes cloudy with tormented desire, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to the edge of her plump lower lip. I use her own wetness to trace a filthy tease along her swollen lips.
"Taste yourself, Daisy. Tell me how much you want this," I command in a gravelly voice.
Daisy obeys, her tongue darting out to taste herself with a wanton moan. "I want it so bad, Wyatt. I want you so bad," she breathing heavily, her hips still rolling, searching for release.
That's all I can take. Gripping those sinuous hips, I spin her around until her back is flush with my chest, those lush curves cradled against every hard plane of my body.
"You want it like this, baby?" I rumble against the sensitive curve of her neck, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses along her fevered skin. "You want me to bend you over nice and pretty right here in your cute little home on wheels? Do you want to look out the window as I fuck you?"
"God, yes..." Daisy writhes back against me, grinding that perfect ass over my aching length in a way that has my eyes rolling back. "Fuck me just like that, Wyatt. I want to look outside and see the whole wide world stretched out before us."
The words pour gasoline onto the already raging inferno of my desire, stoking it to dizzying new heights. With a low, guttural snarl, I brace one hand on the nearby counter and drive into her from behind with a single, powerful thrust. Daisy throws her head back on a broken cry, those wild curls tumbling in an inky cascade as the van rocks with our frenzied joining.
"Christ," I rasp, drinking in the glorious expanse of golden skin and lush curves now laid bare before me. My hands roam freely, kneading the generous swell of her breasts, thumbs brushing over her peaked, dusky nipples.
Every slam of my hips has the breath punching from my lungs in harsh grunts as I chase that blazing crest, the world beyond our little haven fading away until it's just us—joined, bound, inevitable.
"You feel so damn good, Daisy. So fucking tight and perfect," I groan, threads of control starting to slip away as I plunge deeper inside her. I grip her hip with one hand and wrap the other around her front, seeking out the hard little bud of her clit and making her gasp and mewl. "You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your pussy while I fuck you?"
