Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

Cameron was so proud of her. In just the past month she'd grown so much. Matured. Evolved in so many ways. All on her own.

He finally touched her, skimming his thumb along the silky soft line of her jaw, and saw his future in her eyes. "You are so amazing."

She gave him a cheeky grin. "You're not too bad yourself, sugar." She placed a hand on his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart. A heart that loved her unconditionally.

She tipped her head thoughtfully. "You know, I owe Carrie a big thanks. Because if it wasn't for those photographs she sent to me, I never would have come to you for help, and we'd probably still be provoking one another with smart-ass comments and skirting our attraction."

He couldn't contain a deep chuckle, but her words held a wealth of truth. "You're probably right."

"And those picture also made me realize that I don't want to be that attention-seeking woman any longer, not out in public, and not when I have you." Her features took on a serious cast. "But despite all my changes, I haven't turned into this neat little package you can peg, and I'm certain I never will be. I'm just not the sweet and docile type."

He smoothed a finger over her furrowed brow. "And I don't expect you to be, Mia."

That stubborn chin of hers lifted high. "That's good, because I know there will be times when I do things without thinking, and I'm sure I'll test your patience a time or two."

He groaned, knowing this woman would keep him on his toes and his life exciting. "You really are too wild to tame, aren't you?" he said, thinking back to the T-shirt she'd worn at The Electric Blue that first night.

"Come on, admit it," she murmured seductively and slid her arms around his neck. "You like that wild and daring side to me. And you like the fact that you've become more adventurous, too." She poised her mouth inches below his, tempting and teasing him with the promise of a kiss.

"I'll give you adventurous," he growled playfully. Done talking, he smoothed his hands beneath her skirt, cupped her bottom in his large palms, and lifted her against his body.

Her feet came off the floor, and she squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist to hold on while he made his way down the hall to the bedroom. There, he tossed her onto the mattress, and she laughed and came up on her elbows, watching as he quickly stripped off all his clothes. Then he grabbed her ankle and pulled her all the way down to the bottom of the bed where he proceeded to get her naked as fast as possible, too.

By the time he was done she was breathing hard, her breasts firm and full and her nipples tight. Her smoky gray eyes, filled with heat and desire, begged him to have his way with her. Her legs were splayed, and her sex glistened, beckoning to him in the sweetest kind of way.

He didn't waste time with foreplay. None was necessary, not when they were both so eager for a fast, hot, hard joining. Still standing at the foot of the bed, he lifted her legs so her ankles came to rest on his shoulders in a very erotic position that gave him complete control.

Her body accepted his deep driving thrust and the rhythmic pumping of his hips. She moaned and arched against him, taking him deeper, needing more. Flattening his hand on her stomach, he slowly drew it downward, until his thumb slipped between petal-soft folds of flesh and he was right where she needed his touch to be. He stroked her intimately, building the tension within her, and when she gave herself over to him in hot, liquid release and cried out his name, he sank into her one last time, let go, and came in a rush of intoxicating sensation.

He groaned like a dying man… and that's exactly what he felt like. As though he'd died and gone to the sweetest kind of heaven and ended up with an angel in his arms.

Once they both recovered, they scooted up on the bed and she automatically cuddled up to his side. He turned toward her, tipped her chin up, and kissed her-nice and slow and deep. He ran his hands slowly up and down the length of her body, loving the feel of her bare skin beneath his fingers. Loving everything about her.

"God, I missed you," he said after long, sensual minutes had passed.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright and vibrant. "I missed you, too. Badly." Her hand wandered down his chest, and that easily, that quickly, he felt his body stir again.

"You know, I'm afraid if we continue on like this your brothers are going to come after me with a shotgun," he teased and squeezed her bottom.

"So you'll be forced to make an honorable woman out of me?" She rolled her eyes, though it did sound like something her brothers would do. "No one is going to force you to marry me. It's the twenty-first century. Living in sin is pretty much acceptable these days."

He wondered if living in sin was preferable to her, and knew he wanted, needed, more than that. "So what would it take to convince you to marry me?"

Her eyes widened in startled surprise, which was quickly replaced with uncertainty. "A proposal?" she said cautiously, as if he'd just asked her a trick question. As if she couldn't believe he'd want to make her his wife.

Rolling to his side, he lifted up on his arm and stared down at her. A proposal was something he could easily handle. "Mia Wilde, I love you. Will you marry me? Will you be my lover, my best friend, my wife, and the mother of our children?"

Tears gathered in her eyes, tears of disbelief and joy and wonder. "Oh, wow," she breathed.

She was making him wait. Killing him with her silence.

Then she smiled, and he'd never seen her look so beautiful. So confident. So utterly unafraid. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you."

"Thank God," he said in relief because he didn't want to have to go another day without her in it.

He kissed her again, and this time she pushed him onto his back and took charge. As she set out to seduce him, Cameron knew without a doubt that life with this particular Wilde woman would never be boring.

And he wouldn't want it any other way.