Chapter 6

SIX

“Don’t you dare.” An arm hooked around me from behind and dragged me back to the middle of the bed.

Not just any bed.

Wilson’s bed with his soft, gazillion thread count sheets.

His hard, warm chest pressed against my bare back, his erection twitched on my ass, and I momentarily forgot why I’d been rolling out of bed.

Unfortunately my bladder wouldn’t wait, not even for Wilson’s big dick and skilled fingers.

“Bathroom,” I muttered.

He didn’t loosen his arm around me as he nuzzled my neck with his mouth.

“Hurry back, we’re not done.”

How was that possible?

Last night was arguably better than the first night. Maybe it was because some of the desperation to tear into each other had been shaved off the night before and Wilson had meticulously taken his time this go-around. Maybe it was because he was no longer a complete stranger and I was feeling more comfortable. Or maybe it was because last night Wilson had changed. He’d gone from being in control to bossy. That was bossy with a capital B, bolded, underlined, and seventeen exclamation points. He’d taken dirty sex and upped the dirty to a whole new level.

I was officially ruined.

I’d finally had mind-bending, hot sex. Going back to regular, okayish sex was going to be horrible.

My poor future husband.

“We’re not done?” I whispered. “Are you serious?”

Wilson flexed his hips.

“Does it feel like I’m serious?”

Why yes, it felt like he was hard and ready for another round of incredible sex.

He kissed the back of my head and ordered, “Hurry back, we don’t have much time before we have to get to your grandmother’s.”

Well, now, if that wasn’t a wet blanket…

“Wilson—”

“Atlee.”

Verbally that was all he said. His hand gliding down my stomach then dipping his middle finger inside me said the rest.

“Wet,” he rumbled, smearing my arousal back up to my clit.

Suddenly I didn’t need the bathroom.

Wilson pulled his hand away, grabbed my wrist, and guided my hand between my legs.

“Get yourself ready for me, princess.”

I heard the drawer to his nightstand open before he rolled back.

He sank his teeth into the sensitive area between my shoulder and neck while he worked the condom on. With one savage thrust he was inside.

I sucked in a breath but it whooshed out when Wilson drove in deeper with his second thrust. His teeth released my shoulder only to be replaced by his hand on my throat.

Desire pooled low in my belly, a sensation I was now very familiar with. A riot of need and hunger for more that coiled into a tight ball of shameless passion. With Wilson there were no limits. Last night he’d literally fucked me into submission. There was nothing he could ask of me that I wouldn’t do. With him I felt safe to let go and just feel. No embarrassment, shame, questioning, or second-guessing.

“You good?” he asked as he skimmed the side of my neck with his thumb.

“Yes.”

He added pressure at my throat, pounded harder.

“Christ, you feel like heaven. I could fuck you all day and never get enough.”

I loved he thought that.

“Me, too,” I puffed out. “Harder, honey. I’m close.”

With a growl that pebbled my nipples and made my pussy contract he slammed into me.

The sounds of sex hung in the air—skin slapping together, heavy breathing, Wilson’s grunts, my moans. The faint smell of his cologne and sweat lingered. The feel of him wrapped around me. His dick stretching, filling me full.

Everything mixing together.

It was overpowering and uncontrollable.

My only choice was to give in—to all of it.

I was washed away by a tidal wave of pleasure.

Totally powerless.

Euphoria pulled me under and I shouted my release.

I heard Wilson groan my name.

It was then sadness crept in.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on memorizing everything I could.

* * *

It happened later,when I was at the sink rinsing my coffee mug.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

This was it.

Wilson was out of the shower and ready to take me back to the resort.

I pulled in a breath and hoped my voice didn’t crack.

“Thanks for last night.”

His arms squeezed.

I kept my eyes steady on the view of the lake.

“And the night before,” I went on.

He kissed the side of my head.

Damn. This was harder than it should’ve been.

Two nights and I barely knew the man, yet it felt like my heart was being torn out of my chest.

Wilson whirled me around to face him. Those blue eyes of his were intense as they roamed my face. He brushed my hair away from my face, settling his hand on the side of my neck.

“You’re so fucking pretty, princess.”

Oh, yeah, this was painful.

Made more so when Wilson lowered his head and brushed his mouth over mine.

Forgetting this was goodbye, my lips parted.

Wilson’s tongue spiked in but he kept the kiss slow—gentle. It was nothing like the fevered ownership of the first night. Or the deep, controlled possession of last night.

No, this kiss was something else entirely.

A sweet, tender goodbye.

All too soon Wilson broke our kiss.

And that was it.

Our goodbye.

Damn, my heart hurt.