Page 46 of On the Wild Side
She’s going to end me. Right here, right now.
But what a damn fine way to go.
I take one of her hands in mine, kiss her fingers, and then press it over her head against the bed, holding her there as we find our rhythm, gazes locked. The room is buzzing with energy as we climb, reaching for a climax that’s way closer than I’d intended.
But I can’t hold back with her.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her, dragging my nose against hers.
“No,” she breathes, her voice hitching when I grind against her. “Youare.”
I smile and pick up the tempo, and she moans long and low as her walls clench around me, contracting with her climax.
“That’s it, Blue Eyes. Let go. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I can’t hold back. With a growl of my own, I rock into her while my world shatters around me.
After a moment, when I’ve managed to take a breath and reassure myself that I haven’t actually died by orgasm, I lift my head and smile down at her, releasing her hand. She cups my face and kisses me as we roll to our sides, still linked.
I’m not ready to let go of that incredible connection.
But, finally, Abbi sighs and rolls away, pads into the bathroom, and I also get up to deal with the condom and clean myself up a bit.
When she returns to the bedroom, she’s not shy at all about climbing onto the bed and crooks a finger at me.
“I have questions,” she says, making my eyebrows climb in surprise.
“I will answer them if I can.” I join her and pull her against me, covering us up with the blankets, and she sighs as she settles against my chest. God, it feels good to have her wrapped around me. “What do you want to know?”
I kiss her hair as she drags her fingertips up and down my chest.
“You have a lot of scars, Brady.” She leans back so she can look up at me. “Like, alot.”
“Probably more than the average guy, yeah.” I smile, but she doesn’t lose the concerned look in those beautiful baby blues. “Would you like a rundown on what’s what?”
“Kind of,” she admits. “I mean, Iknowthat bull riding is dangerous, but I’ve never been to an arena. I’ve never been to a rodeo. Hell, I’ve never even ridden a horse. I don’t know what the dangers really are, aside from the worst-case scenario you told me about a few weeks ago.”
She cups my cheek, and I turn my mouth so I can kiss her palm. I don’t ever want her anywhere near an arena.
“This one,” I say softly and guide her fingertips to the long scar over my right pectoral muscle. “It was my second year professionally riding. I fell wrong, tore the skin open.”
She swallows hard, and I kiss her forehead.
“What else?” she whispers after she leans over to press a kiss to the scar, making butterflies come to life in my belly.
“You want thewholelist?”
“Yep.” She sits up, drawing the covers up over her breasts. “Give it to me, Cowboy.”
“Oh, I’ll give it to you.”
She laughs and shoves my shoulder. “Focus. This first, then you can give me the good stuff.”
“Ah, incentive. Now we’re talking. Well, the shoulder you just shoved has been dislocated twice.”
She gasps, and I shake my head.
“You’re fine. You don’t have to be gentle with me.”