Page 76 of Wilde Hearts

I let my eyes drink her in. She was wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt that said: “Buy Me Books and Tell Me I’m Pretty.” Her blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she wore just the lightest bit of makeup. Ensley had always been so naturally beautiful.

“You wore the perfect thing for what I have planned.”

She gripped the arms of the chair as she raised one eyebrow. She was trying to play it cool, but I could see how heavily she was breathing. “What exactly do you have planned?”

My hands slid up her legs. “Do you want me to tell you or surprise you?”

Her mouth opened, but when I grabbed her sweats and yanked them down, she laughed. I pulled off her sneakers and tossed them to the side, then finished removing her sweats.

Reaching up, I pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the side. God, she was so gorgeous. Her body was curvier than the nineteen-year-old Ensley’s had been. Every soft, sexy inch filled my hands perfectly as I let them explore every part of her. He blue eyes turned dark when I ran my thumb over her lace-covered nipple.

Leaning in, I sucked it through the fabric and nearly came on the spot when Ensley moaned in pleasure. Sitting back on my heels, I drew in a deep breath.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Her tongue swept across her lips as I let my hands move softly over her thighs.

I ran my hands back up her legs, then spread them open, causing her to let out a soft gasp.

She wore pink lacy panties, and it was all I could do not to grab her and toss her onto my bed. Instead, I whispered, “Lift your hips, Pip,” as I slowly drew her panties down. I set them aside before taking one of her legs and putting it over the arm of the chair. I repeated the same thing with her other leg. Then I sat back and stared at her. She was clean-shaven—and she looked fucking delicious.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. The number of nights I dreamed about doing this to you, I can’t even begin to tell you.”

“Colt,” she whispered, as she shifted in the seat. “If you make me beg…”

Smiling, I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Never would I make you beg.”

“Then do something!”

“I see some things never change, like how you lack patience.”

Moving slowly up her thigh, I blew softly on her clit.

“If you don’t do something soon, Colt, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.”

The second I buried my face between her legs, she cried out and slid her fingers into my hair.

She tasted like heaven. Better than any dream I could ever have. It didn’t take long before she was crying out my name as she came.

“Stop! Colt, stop!” she begged, pushing me away when I would have continued. Her head fell back, and she drew in long, deep breaths. “Oh my God! That felt amazing.”

Smiling, I sat back and ran a hand through my hair. I hadn’t done that to another woman since…well…since Ensley.

When she lifted her head and met my smile with one of her own, she bit her lip again. God, how I wanted to push right into her and lose myself. Lord knows I was hard as a rock.

“I’m glad to see I haven’t lost my touch when it comes to oral.”

Her eyes searched my face.

“I haven’t done that since that last time with you, in the barn.”

A wide smile broke out over her face. “I haven’t either. I remember that night. I screamed your name so loud, the horses all started to go crazy.”

I chuckled.

She chewed on her lip and let her eyes move down my body. The towel had long since dropped, and my hard erection was on display. “Do you need a little something?”

“The only thing I wanted was for you to feel good.”