Page 23 of Wrangling Wade

I glance over at her, expecting more questions, but her lips are pursed again, her brows furrowed like she's thinking. She doesn't ask for details, and I don't offer them.

She also doesn't say anything else, not until we're back at her place, standing on her front step.

"Do you want to come in?" she asks, fidgeting a little.

"More than you know," I growl, backing her up against the side of the house to kiss her. My hands clamp around her hips, my control stretched to the limits at the thought of following herinside. I want it more than I want to breathe. But I know damn well what will happen if I do. "But I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

I groan softly, nipping at her bottom lip. "Because if I get you alone, I'm going to do my damnedest to get you naked and on my cock, Harlow. You just spent your life savings bailing me out of jail, and I'm fucking weak for you."

"Wade?" She tips her head back, her emerald eyes dark and full of some emotion that's as terrifying as it is thrilling.

"Yeah?" I mouth, my voice hoarse.

"Maybe I'm weak for you, too," she whispers. "M-maybe I want the same thing you want. Did you ever think of that?"

Christ.

Jesus Christ and all his saints.

I flatten her against the wall.

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," I rasp, my whole goddamn body shaking. "Don't tempt a desperate man, baby."

"I'm not," she practically sobs, her nails sinking into my shoulders. "Please, Wade.Pleasecome inside with me."

She's so sweet, so goddamn sweet when she begs. How is a man supposed to resist that? How is he supposed to stand his ground and stay strong when she's begging? He can't. It's not humanly possible. It's just not.

The groan that rips from my lips feels like it comes from the depths of my soul. It's agreement, surrender, fuckingeverythingall at once. My mouth lands on hers again, my kiss desperate, urgent.

She sobs against my lips, her nails digging into my shoulders as she presses so close I feel her heart thudding against my chest. It pounds frantically, like it's trying to beat its way out of her chest.

"Take me inside," she begs.

I scoop her up with my hands on her ass. Her legs go around my waist, the heat of her pussy nestling against my cock. Fucking hell, she's so hot, she's burning.

We stumble through the door, kissing, touching, both frantic.

"Bedroom," I growl, shoving the door closed with a foot.

"Down the hall. Left."

I'm moving before she's even finished speaking, one hand on her ass, the other working at the buttons of her top. My fingers are clumsy, popping threads and sending the little buttons flying just as often as I manage to get one safely undone.

She doesn't seem to mind. Every time one snaps, she moans louder, grinding against me. Her pussy rides right against my cock, and I know she feels every inch, knows she can tell how fucking wild I am for her.

"Keep going," I growl, using my hand on her ass to keep rocking her. "Take your pleasure from me, baby. Use me."

"I can't…I can't…" Her nails bite into the back of my neck, her head falling back. "Oh, God, Wade."

We stumble into the wall, knocking a painting askew.

I spin her, pressing her against the drywall, just to watch her writhe on the edge of torment and bliss for a moment. My hand slips between our bodies, beneath the waistband of her skirt. Somehow, my hat gets knocked onto the floor.

"Goddamn, Harlow," I growl, shocked at how wet she is. Even through her panties, she's dripping for me. I grab the crotch and twist, tearing them from her just so I can touch her skin to skin, feel all the wetness against my fingertips. "You need me this much, baby?"

"Yes!" she gasps, arching upward.