Merry & Wild (The Wilds of Montana #0.5)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

JOY

“ T ry something?” Is that my voice, sounding all hoarse and full of desire? I didn’t even know that I could sound like that.

Of course, I’ve never been in John Wild’s bed before, either.

Without a word, John takes my hand in his, kisses my fingertips, and then presses them to his throat, right over his Adam’s apple.

“You can just touch me wherever you think you want to.”

I feel my eyebrows climb at that offer, and I have no plans to turn it down.

“Okay.” He swallows under my fingers, and it makes me grin. Feeling bolder, I rise up on my knees and brush my fingers through his dark hair, messing it up, before my hands journey down to his shoulders. “How are you tan in the winter?”

“That’s just my skin.” His lips have parted, and his breath is coming just a little faster, and that makes me feel confident and sexy as my hands roam over his chest, over his tight nipples, and then lower, over his sculpted stomach.

“I like this,” I murmur, pulling the blankets back so I can touch him lower on his abdomen. “Maybe I should have you roll over so I can do the same to your back.”

“Slowly killing me here,” he mutters through his clenched teeth. “In a good way, but I could die any minute.”

I grin and straddle him, push my fingers through his thick hair once more, and sigh when John wraps his arms around my middle, hugging me.

“This isn’t something I would normally do,” I confess quietly.

“Honestly? Me neither.” He kisses my chin. “How is it that just a couple of minutes after talking with you, I feel like I’ve known you forever?”

“You have known me forever,” I remind him. “But yeah, I get it. There was a click , right?”

“I felt it,” he says, nudging my face to the side with his nose so he can kiss my cheek. “What do you want now, Joy?”

I can’t freaking think when his lips are on me like this. And now, his hands are roaming over my back, over the shirt, and every nerve ending in my body is on high alert. I want him.

“You,” I reply, softly. His gaze meets mine, and I say with more conviction, “You, John. I want you.”

He grins, his eyes go hot, and then he’s lifting his shirt up my body.

“You know, I think I want this back,” he says.

“Thanks for the loan.” I lift my arms, helping him to get it off of me, and then he tosses it to the side, and his eyes roam over me, heating me up under his scrutiny. “Jesus Christ.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is that good or bad?”

“That’s really fucking good.” Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me with all he’s got. He licks and bites, and I give it back to him as good as I get.

I find myself rocking against his hardness, moving back and forth over the hardness pressing against me, and it’s already working me up into a fever.

“Damn,” he whispers, reaching between us so he can wiggle a finger under the band of my underwear and feel me. “Shit, you’re wet.”

“And you’re hard.” I rock again, making us both moan. “Never wanted anything more than you.”

He shifts our position, easily lifting me and moving me exactly where he wants me, which is hot as hell. He tugs his boxers off, then catches his finger in my underwear and slowly pulls them down my legs.

“No need to slow down,” I assure him, and he smiles that wide smile, which has my breath catching in my throat.

John Wild has the best smile ever.

Now that we’re both naked, aroused, and panting, John spreads my legs and curses.

“Shit, I can’t slow down. I wanted to tease, to enjoy , but you’re so beautiful and so ready for me.”

“John.”

His eyes find mine, and I smile up at him. “I told you. I want you. ”

His mouth latches on to a nipple, tugging and nibbling as his fingers continue to do beautiful things to my core. I’m going out of my mind, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

Finally, I feel him reach over, and I hear a drawer open, and then he rips open a condom.

Thank God.

Just as I’m about to offer to do that for him, he quickly protects us both and then glides inside of me, so smooth and sure, stopping when he’s buried to the hilt, and we’re both glassy-eyed and out of our minds.

“Jesus, you’re amazing,” he whispers against my mouth before kissing me hard and slow.

I grip onto his ass, urging him to start moving, and when he does, I gasp, holding on tighter.

“You’re incredible,” he says, moving faster now. “Holy shit, Joy.”

My back arches, and he covers my breast with his hand, watching me as he moves faster and harder now, rocking us both toward oblivion.

“Oh, God.”

“That’s it.” He kisses me. “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. Let go.”

I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and I definitely don’t want to.

Every muscle in my body tenses, and I feel the orgasm make its way through me. I tighten down on him, and he closes his eyes, curses under his breath, and follows me right over.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I admit, barely able to speak through the shortness of breath. It’s awesome . “Did you amputate my legs?”

“Maybe, can’t remember.” He buries his face in my throat and kisses my neck. “Doesn’t matter. We can just stay here forever.”