Page 38 of Wild Rivals

I close my eyes, sucking in a breath before emptying my lungs. “Yes, I was jealous. Seeing you with him made me jealous.”

She rolls her lips together to keep her grin contained before saying, “He’s not here. If you must know, Hunter is here with his fiancée. I’d been giving them both a tour of town and Abigail went back to their cabin with a migraine.”

Relief hits hard, and I don’t think. The words barely have time to hang in the air between us before I close the gap and my mouth descends on hers. My urge to claim her outweighs the logical side of my brain that is screaming at me to walk away.

I will, if she doesn’t want this.

She doesn’t push me away, though. Instead, she falls into the kiss like she needs it as much as I do.

I band an arm around her waist, lifting her into my arms as I shove the door shut behind us. My tongue seeks entry into her mouth, and as she drags her fingers through my hair, she gives it to me. I squeeze her a little closer at the first swipe of my tongue. My pulse is hammering in my ears even as I savor the taste of her: chocolate with a hint of coffee.

She’s mine.

At least for now. But if that’s all I can have, I’ll take it.

Maddie rips her mouth away from mine, holding it less than an inch away as she points through a door just off to the side of the hallway and breathes, “Living room.”

I don’t hesitate. Instead, I capture her mouth again before blindly striding in the direction she indicated, holding her a little closer as we go.

When we reach the living room, I move to stand in front of the couch, setting her down on her feet as I fist the fabric of her T-shirt and break the kiss. The blood rushes in my ears and my pulse races under my skin. Something about her makes me feel so alive and on edge at the same time.

She doesn’t protest when I pull the material of her T-shirt up and over her head, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but another set of sexy lingerie. This one is a baby blue color and covered in white flowers. I can see the pale pink of her nipple through the fabric.

Unable to resist, I bend to suck the hard nub into my mouth, reveling in the way she gasps at the contact. Maddie pushes her chest further into my face, running her fingers through my hair and tugging on the short strands. Her low moans fill the otherwise quiet room.

Reaching up, I massage her other breast with my hand, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I graze my teeth over the one in my mouth. I could play with these all day.

“Wyatt,” she groans. “More. Please.”

Pulling away a fraction, I ask, “More what?” My tone is so guttural and raw. It hardly sounds like me to my own ears.

A shiver wracks through her body as my breath ghosts over her nipple. I blow on it just to see her do it again. I love that she’s so reactive, that her body is so alive under my touch.

“More.” Her head rolls back, and as I watch her face, her eyelids flutter closed. As if she can’t quite form a full sentence, she stutters, “More. Everything. Now.”

With one last swirl of my tongue over her hard nipple, I straighten, grabbing the back of my T-shirt at the collar and pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. Maddie reaches out, fumbling with the buttons on my jeans before I brush her hands out of the way and do it myself.

With only my black boxer briefs on, I fall onto the couch and stare up at her. She looks fucking beautiful, with her hair around her shoulders, a blush on her cheeks and her lips slightly swollen from my kiss.

Maddie moves to stand between my legs, and I sit forward, running my calloused hands up the back of her thighs. Her skin is warm to the touch and impossibly soft in contrast to my own.

A current of electricity flickers between us at the contact, until it’s pulsating and begging to be released. Just like the first time, this feels like it was always meant to happen. When we come together like this, it’s as if nothing else matters.

I apply a light pressure to the backs of her thighs, desperate to feel more of her. Without a lick of protest, Maddie climbs onto my lap, setting one knee on either side of me.

With the heat of her barely covered pussy touching my cock, I rest my head on the back of the couch, digging my fingers into her hips as I think of the yearling I was training this morning. I latch onto anything I can, anything but how she feels around me. She’s fucking glorious, but at the same time her existence is pure torture.

Maddie leans forward, resting her chest on mine as she kisses a path along the expanse of my neck and the hickey she left behind the last time I had her.

Her tongue flicks out as she licks the bruised flesh. “Did you get a lot of shit from your brothers about this?” she asks, her tone laced with her arousal.

I can barely form a thought as she rolls her hips. Tightening my grip on her, trying to ground myself, I buck my hips up gently as I grind out, “From Kade, Chloe and Gracie.” I don’t tell her that Gracie saw her leaving, mostly out of fear that she’ll want to stop.

She snickers before leaning back and running a finger down my chest to the waistband of my boxer briefs. Her brown eyes are darker than the night sky as she says, “I promise I won’t leave any more.” She pauses, fluttering her lashes at me as she asks, “Can I ride you?”

“Fuck yes,” I choke out with a little too much enthusiasm before snapping my mouth shut.

Shimmying off me, she picks up my jeans and pulls out my wallet before throwing it at me. It takes me a second to understand why. I dig out a condom and hurriedly push my underwear down my thighs, sneaking glances at her as she removes her lingerie.