Any trace of hesitation is gone as he curses again and slamsinto me hard and deep, at a flawless rhythmic pace. “So fucking perfect. Taking me so good. Just like I knew you would.”
God, these praises. These filthy admirations .?.?.
I don’t want it to end but at the same time we’re both chasing our release.
I arch off the bed with a cry as a rush of heat surges through me. A powerful, intense orgasm. “Wild—”
He snaps his hips, growling my name once, twice. Then shudders above me, grunting fiercely through his climax. Catching his breath, he stares down at me like he might say something, like he feels something he didn’t expect.
Ormaybeit’sjustme.
Deciding against it, he presses soft lips to mine. Then pulls back, looking down at me. “Christ, you’re .?.?.”
I perk a brow, repeating his earlier praise. “Perfect?”
“You’re somethin’ else, Rose.”
Somethingelse. I don’t know what that’s saying.
But I quickly realize he doesn’t know either as he slides out of me. “Be right back.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, he disappears to the bathroom.
The water runs for a moment, then shuts off. I try to imagine what’s happening in there.
He’s staring into the mirror repeatedly, tormenting himself over what he just did with his best friend’s sister.
The wild, untamable, out of control, no rhyme or reason, kid sister.
I pull myself to a sitting position, prepared for him to come out here, gather his clothes, and tell me this never happened.
Then I hear the shower starting. And the door opening.
Wilder leans like the Greek god he is against the door frame. “Get that sexy ass in here.”
21
Wilder
Rose has been tucked under my arm all night. I wrapped it around her at some point last night when she muttered something about this feeling like her first time.
A selfish thought crossed my mind at that point.
Iwishitwas.
Then, an even scarier thought.Ishouldbeyouronly.
Yeah. That’s all it is. Me being selfish. Not possessive. She doesn’t belong to me. Not now. Not when I leave here.
And certainly not whensheleaves here.
It’s not fair for me to hope I’d ruined her last night for anyone else.
Because after that first time we came together, I looked into her eyes and thought three words I didn’t dare breathe to her.
Madeforme.
I’m considerably larger, but she just fits. And not just right here in my arms. The way she moves. The way she turns me on. The way she’s had me out of my damn mind for her—it’s unnatural.
I kiss her bare shoulder, my cock already hard and it’s barelydawn.
