Page 9 of His Untamed Craving
Clearing my throat roughly, I force my focus back to the game at hand, determined not to let her get under my skin any further.
But Daisy seems to read my mind, that devilish grin stretching across her face as she rakes her stare over my bare chest in a slow once-over. "How about we up the stakes a little?"
My brow furrows slightly, but I say nothing, waiting for her to continue as that wicked gleam dances in her eyes.
"Loser..." She leans in impossibly closer, those full lips ghosting along the shell of my ear as she breathes the words. "...goes down on the winner."
The world around us seems to grind to a halt. The storm outside fades away until I can no longer hear anything but the thunderous pounding of my own pulse. My body has already decided for me, arousal thrumming hot and insistent as I give in to this undeniable pull.
Reaching out in one fluid motion, I curl my fingers around the back of Daisy's neck and crush her mouth to mine.
She lets out a muffled gasp of surprise that instantly melts into a low moan as those soft curves press flush against me, and her tongue sweeps past my lips, stealing what little breath I have left.
A deafening crack of thunder booms through the small space as I haul Daisy into my lap, my hands spanning the flare of her hips as her thighs bracket my waist. She grinds down shamelessly, swallowing my guttural groan with her mouth as I thrust up to meet that delicious friction.
My fingers tangle in her curls, angling her head for deeper exploration as our tongues duel with heated urgency. She tastes of campfire smoke and musky desire, and I can't get enough of her intoxicating flavor.
With a deft roll of her hips, the hard ridge of my cock aligns perfectly with the heat of her center through those soaked panties. Daisy breaks the kiss with a ragged gasp, dark eyes hooded and glazed with naked want.
"God... don't stop," she breathes, nails scoring lines of delicious fire along the taut muscles of my shoulders. "Don't you dare stop."
I growl against the swell of her breast, nipping at the rapidly beating pulse point along the column of her throat. "You think you're ready for this, Delgado?"
She whimpers, hips rolling in that maddening rhythm as her head lolls back in wanton abandon. "Make me yours, mountain man. I want to feel that mouth everywhere."
Well, shit. If the lady insists.
With a low, feral groan, I reverse our positions in one sinuous motion. Daisy's back hits the bedroll with a breathless oof as I settle between her thighs, trailing a blazing path of kisses down the valley between her breasts.
She arches into me eagerly, fingers burying in my hair to hold me against that rapidly beating heart. "Yes... Wyatt, please..."
The sound of my name on her lips in that desperate rasp damn near makes me come undone right then and there. Gritting my teeth, I fight for the barest thread of control as I lave one taut, dusky nipple with my tongue.
Daisy's back bows off the bedroll as a broken whine tears from her throat. I move lower with my lips and tongue. Her skin is salty with a sheen of sweat, that rich, musky aroma of arousal clinging to her. I breathe her in deeply, savoring the scent as my mouth explores those soft, feminine curves.
Lower still, until the coarse hair at the apex of her thighs teases my cheek in the most delicious way.
"Wyatt..." Daisy's voice is a low, needy whimper as she gazes down at me.
I growl against the silken heat between her thighs. "You want my mouth on you, Delgado? Beg for it."
She lets out a strangled whine, hips bucking upward shamelessly to meet my lips. "Please... god, I'm begging you... I need to feel that tongue inside me..."
Well, I never could resist a woman who asks so sweetly.
With one last smoldering look up the line of her body, I seal my mouth over the slick, swollen bud of her clit. Daisy cries out, her throaty moans blending with the howling tempest raging outside, fueling me like a shot of high-octane adrenaline straight to the veins. I devour her with ravenous hunger, my tongue swirling and probing as her thighs quake around my head.
"Oh god... fuck, Wyatt..." Her breathy pants come in staccato bursts.
Nails dig into my shoulders as she writhes beneath my relentless onslaught. I groan against her pussy, savoring every nuance of her intoxicating flavor as she grinds shamelessly against my mouth.
"Don't stop... please, I'm so close..."
Her desperate plea ignites something primal, stoking the raging inferno already blazing through me. Hands spanning those lush hips, I increase the pace, lashing her clit in firm, deliberate strokes.
Daisy's back arches clean off the bedroll as a guttural cry tears from her throat. Her release crashes over her in shattering waves, body seized by violent tremors as she shatters apart.
I keep up my ministrations, coaxing her through the ebbing pulses with broad, soothing strokes until her quivering gradually subsides. Only then do I pull away, dragging the back of my hand across my lips as I gaze up at the delicious sight of her sprawled out in boneless satiation.