When his hands lifted my legs and pushed myass up higher for him, I moaned and reached out. I wrapped my arms around himtightly as he brought his dick to my opening and started easing into me. “God…yes…more…”
My brain was gone, but Wilder loved it.“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? My sexy stalker. God, baby, you feel…”
His words trailed off as he bottomed outdeep inside me. Every muscle in him clenched, and I could feel the tensionrolling off him as he paused for a long moment before he started pulling out.Sparks shot through me as the pronounced head of his dick brushed against myprostate. As broad and built as Wilder was, his erection was proportionate tohis body and felt incredible.
Thinking became too hard as he startedfucking me, gradually going faster and harder. Fireworks exploded with everythrust as he found just the right angle to make me babble stupid shit as mycock jerked and I promised him the moon as long as I got to come.
As I clamped down around him, determined toget my orgasm one way or another, he barked out a laugh and his rhythm finallystarted to falter. “That’s cheating.”
“I’m…a…stalker…can’t…complain…” Fuck. Thatsounded better in my head.
Wilder seemed to take my ability to makeeven a half-hearted sentence as a challenge because his speed increased andbrushing past my prostate turned into nailing it with each thrust. “Fuck!”
That evidently pleased him because hiswicked grin widened, and he finally reached down and wrapped his hand around mydick. “Show me how much you want it, baby. Show me how much you want to come.”
All that made it through my brain was “come”—soI did.
Chapter 13
Wilder
I was going to draw him if I had to tie himdown to do it.
Working from memory just wasn’t the same.Sketch after sketch was strewn across the table, but they weren’t right. Theclosest I’d gotten was the one where he was stretched out on the floor insomething that looked very close to the nightie he’d worn last week.
I’d captured the spark in his eyes and theneed that had been radiating from him—but something was missing. When I triedto translate the image in my head of him leaning against the window, it wasn’teven close to the perfection in my mind.
“That’s it. No distractions this weekenduntil he’s posed for me.” No orgasms. No sexy fashion shows until I’d had him leaningagainst that window in something feminine and slinky. “Maybe something like thebody suit he put up on the site the other day.”
In the time since we’d started dating, I’dbeen able to see that Lane was growing to trust me and open up to me more. ButI still hadn’t met anyone from work other than Eli and I hadn’t seen a photoshoot. That was probably my fault for not pressing the issue, but I wasn’t sureif he was ready yet.
And considering the fact that I hadn’tbrought him to work, I probably couldn’t complain.
It hadn’t been a deliberate decision. Withthe odd hours we worked and his long days between his two jobs, we were bothvery busy. With someone else, I might have been worried, but I knew with Lanethere wasn’t any hint or meaning behind it. I knew he was worried aboutcompletely opening up that part of his life to me, but I also knew ourrelationship was important to him.
Just the way he curled into me and clung tome after the first time we’d made love had shown me that. I was still a littlebit frustrated with myself that we hadn’t made it upstairs the first time, butLane seemed to find it endearing. We’d made it upstairs eventually, though, andhe’d had the chance to explore me, which had made him happy.
He’d spent what had felt like hours tracingevery tattoo with his fingers and tongue, assuring me that was the only way hecould learn about every tattoo..I had myrevenge on him the next morning, however.
Before he’d left to go back to his house, I’dmade sure he would remember me long after he’d left. Edging him was so muchfun. He’d begged and pleaded as I’d brought him close to his orgasm over andover before pulling him back again. By the time I’d let him come, he’d beenfrantic and beautiful.
“I just need to capture that same look ashe’s leaning against the window.” Pushing back from the table, I rose andstretched.
Glancing at the clock on the stove, Icouldn’t decide if the urge to sketch him some more was stronger or if I shouldjust give in to the pull of my bed. I gave the papers on the table one lastlook, then forced myself to move away. Having him in front of me would be theonly way to get it right and the only way I would be satisfied.
Moving around the kitchen, I cleaned up thelast few things that were out of place. My phone rang just as I was gettingready to head upstairs. It was late enough that I knew it wouldn’t be Lane, butpart of me hoped it would be. When I saw it was Gray, I had to smile.
“This is late even for you.” Gray had beensurprisingly quiet the last couple of days, so I’d been expecting a call.
“I figured if I waited late enough I mightbe able to catch you tired and chatty.” Gray chuckled, clearly finding himselfamusing. “Besides, I was giving you a chance to figure things out before Istarted pestering you for more details.”
I barked out a laugh. “Did you reach theend of your patience or did you just figure that I’d had enough time to think?”
“Both.” Gray’s amusement and confidencemade it hard to take offense.
Not wanting to give up the details tooeasily, I shrugged and kept my answer casual. “I think everything’s goingfine.”
Gray groaned. “Only fine? I thought thingswere going better than that.”
