Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

Oh, yeah, he'd meet with her in the upstairs bathroom. Just as soon as he could walk across the backyard without his erection announcing his intentions.

CAMERON quietly made his way upstairs, making sure no one witnessed his disappearing act. With a soft knock on the bathroom door, Mia let him inside, then twisted the lock, and eagerly pulled him to her. He braced his forearms against the wall on either side of her head, and his blood heated when she tunneled her hands beneath his shirt and skimmed her palms up along his chest, her caresses desperate and needy.

She nipped at his bottom lip and used her tongue to soothe the slight sting. "God, Cameron, it's been too long since we've been together, and I want you so much," she said, her panting breaths telling him just how excited she already was, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

He unbuttoned the front of her top, just enough so one shoulder slid down her arm, exposing a breast covered in pretty, embroidered lace that was sheer and damned sexy. He pulled that stretchy fabric down, cupped her bare breast in his palm, and scraped his thumb across her stiff nipple.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her lower body grinding provocatively against his. "Cameron, please…"

"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" he murmured, and exposed her other breast so he could give it equal attention, squeezing and kneading the pliable flesh.

Her lashes drifted back open, her gaze heavy and sensual and just a little bit wicked. Lifting her hand, she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his head toward hers until her mouth brushed against his ear, her breath damp and warm as she spoke unabashedly. "I want you to go down on me and do what you do so well."

Her sexy, arousing request made him hard as stone and so fucking hot for her. There was something to be said about a woman who spoke her mind and had no qualms about asking for what she wanted sexually. In this, at least, Mia was completely open with him, uninhibited, and his for the taking.

"It would be my pleasure," he murmured huskily, and kissed her, tasting the heat of her anticipation, the depth of her need. She pulled his tongue deeper, suckling him aggressively, greedily, and a low groan rumbled up from his chest.

Knowing her penchant for taking control, he released her mouth before she could take charge, pushed her breasts together, and dipped his head and nuzzled the soft, plump flesh. He laved her straining nipples with his tongue and tugged gently with his teeth until she whimpered and begged him to ease the ache gathering between her thighs.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, pushed her skirt up to her waist, and told her to hold the material out of the way for him. Without hesitating, she did as he asked, giving him a full, unobstructed view of her bare belly, her sheer, barely there panties that matched her bra, her soft, supple thighs… and those seductive, lace-up, dominatrix boots she'd worn just for him.

He pushed her legs farther apart, widening her stance, and then slowly stroked his hands up her firm, silky smooth thighs, reveling in her soft sigh of pleasure. Grasping the sides of her panties, he buried his face against her stomach and lavished her belly with soft, damp kisses as he dragged her underwear down her legs and helped her step out of them. Then he sat back and looked his fill of this incredibly sexy, half-dressed woman.

Her voluptuous breasts were bared, and in front of him was the sweetest, softest female flesh imaginable. He reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers over her feminine mound, then skimmed lower, sliding one long finger between those pouty lips to where she was hot and slick with desire.

Her legs trembled. "Stop teasing me," she rasped.

Ignoring her demand, he grinned up at her, deliberately stroking her slower, deeper, heightening the tension building within her. "Remember that night in the truck?" he murmured as he leaned forward, sucked on a patch of skin on the inside of her thigh, and marked her with a love bite before lapping his tongue all the way up to her sex. "You did a whole lot of teasing of your own. Now it's my turn to get even."

She moaned her protest and then inhaled a quick breath when he spread her open with his fingers and finally took her with his mouth. Her back arched against the wall, and her hand twisted in his hair as he slid his tongue along her cleft and delved deep into that hidden pool of honeyed heat, coaxing her into a heady, sexual spell of exquisite wanting.

Three times he brought Mia to the brink of release, teasing her with the promise of an orgasm until she was squirming and writhing and begging him to please, please, please let her come.

He would. But not yet. He intended to be buried deep inside her when she climaxed.

With that plan in mind, he stood back up and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. His erection strained against his jeans, full and hot and heavy, pulsing with every heartbeat. Mia's hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling anxiously with the snap, then the zipper, until she was holding his thickened shaft in her hand. She squeezed and stroked his hard length, and his entire body jerked when her thumb glided over the sensitive tip.

She broke their kiss, panting. "Cameron, I need you inside me now."

God, he needed that, too. Gripping the back of her thighs in his hands, he lifted her, spreading her legs wide to accommodate the fit of his hips while Mia pushed the folds of her skirt out of the way and locked her knees against his waist to give him better leverage. The head of his cock slid along her sex, bathing him in her slick moisture, until he found that perfect fit into her body.

He drove into her, high and hard and deep, the force of his penetrating thrust rattling the pictures on the bathroom wall. He immediately stilled, praying the pictures didn't fall and crash to the floor-and send the Wilde family racing upstairs to find out what the commotion was all about. Mia's eyes grew wide, as if she was thinking the same exact thing, and then she burst into infectious giggles.

He pressed his mouth to hers to quiet her, though he was grinning, too. "I'm thinking doing it up against the wall isn't a good idea." But it wasn't as though they had a bed available.

"As good as it feels, I think you're right." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her lower body, and moaned softly as he surged infinitely deeper. She caught her breath. "How about the counter, behind you?"

He glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see the large, flat surface. "That'll work." He'd make it work.

Bracing his hands beneath her bare backside, he turned around and set her on the bathroom counter so her bottom was poised right on the edge. The height was perfect. So was the view of where they were joined.

"Lean back, and keep your legs wrapped around my waist," he said, all too aware of the mirrors surrounding them, which only served to make their tryst more erotic.

She did as he asked, bracing her hands behind her on the counter-a seductive position that ended up being sexy as hell. Her back was arched, and her exposed breasts jutted forward, those taut, rosy nipples so ripe and sweet-looking his mouth watered for another taste. Her tousled hair fell around her face and shoulders like a cloud of midnight silk and then there were the strong, pale thighs gripping his hips and the electrifying scratch of her leather boots against his bare skin.

With his own hands free, he dragged them up the inside of her thighs, until both of his thumbs were touching her intimately, alternately stroking her clit and caressing the petals of flesh that led to the entrance of her body, where his own lust and need had gathered in a throbbing ache.

She whimpered and wriggled against him, and when that didn't get him to move the way she wanted and needed, she clenched her inner muscles around him. The effect was like being sucked into the softest, tightest, hottest of sheaths, and he groaned and instinctively thrust into her. Except once wasn't enough, not when his body was urging him to move harder, deeper, faster, and give into climax simmering just below the surface.

With his fingers still coaxing her higher, he leaned forward and captured one of her pert nipples between his lips. He swirled his tongue over the velvet soft aureole, and grazed his teeth across the pearled tip before doing the same with her other breast. With her hands immobile, she couldn't do anything but let him have his way with her… as she'd promised him downstairs.

But as her breathing quickened, escalated, so did the long, smooth pumping of his hips and the friction and pressure of his thumb against her clit. He felt her orgasm building, climbing, and he lifted his head from her breasts so he could watch the slow, dazzling way she came apart just for him.

She was like his every fantasy come to life. So sexy. So intoxicating to every one of his senses. Her beautiful breasts bounced softly with each of his successive thrusts, the muscles in her thighs quivered, and her head fell back as her body convulsed around his and her climax swept her away.

Her lips parted, but before she could let loose a cry of pleasure, he covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her, as hard and deep as their bodies were fused, and groaned right along with her as they both crashed over the edge of a stunning, spine-tingling orgasm.

Long minutes later, her warm sigh drifted along the side of his neck while her hands caressed beneath his shirt and up along his damp back. "You are so addicting," she murmured huskily.