To Tempt a Wilde by Kimberly Kaye Terry Page A

think I can.”
    He drew back, moving far enough away that he could see her face, searching her eyes.
    In them was the same wild need. A need that acknowledged what he felt, that she too didn’t want to stop. The fire building between them no longer one she could or wanted to contain.
    With that, he went to work on her clothes.
    At last she lay nearly naked on the rug,her pretty full breasts bared to him, her long legs stretched out on the floor, one leg bent, one hand covering her panties as though to shield herself from him.
    Nate brushed her hand away, replaced it with his, running his hand over the short, curly sprigs of hair covering her mound.
    â€œDon’t hide yourself from me,” he murmured. Leaning down, he replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing herthrough the silky material.
    Her body vaulted sharply off the rug, arching until her breasts nearly met her bent knee. He fingered aside the elastic along the leg of her panties, worked a finger inside and rubbed against her core.
    â€œNate…no, what—” she panted, before throwing her head back, moaning sharply when he placed both hands beneath her knees, pushed her legs far apart and pressed asideher panties to place hot, languid, intimate kisses between her slickening folds.
    She clutched at him, placing both hands at the back of his head, trying to push him away, but he continued his deadly assault, his caresses alternating between long, easy glides of his tongue to sharp, flickering darts.
    Her head tossed on the floor as she issued sexy little cries of distress, her fingers grippinghis forearms so tightly he knew he’d have marks in the morning, but he didn’t care.
    Her mewling cries of feminine distress grew, her body tightening, a fine tremor invading her limbs. A glance upward, and he saw her head as it tossed on the floor, her long lashes fanning her cheeks as she kept her eyes closed, accepting his oral loving.
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    The sudden feel of his velvet smooth tongue againstthe tightening bud of her clit, and Althea’s body no longer belonged to her. She cried out, her body completelybowing, the release so close she felt tears prick the backs of her eyes.
    When he covered her entire mound with his mouth and kissed her, she let go.
    Her body fell back as she gave in to the mind-blowing release, screaming as she came.
    By the time her release was complete, when theviolent tremors had left her body, she felt him centered between her opened legs.
    Taking deep, panting breaths in an effort to calm her racing heart, she opened her eyes and met Nate’s hot gaze, the look in them sending a fresh wave of tremors throughout her body.
    He rose, lifted her from the floor and carried her through the cottage toward the bed.

Chapter 12
    W hen Althea felt the bulbous end of his shaft press against her slick folds, a semblance of normalcy returned.
    And with it a dash of unwanted but needed reality; she wasn’t on birth control.
    â€œStop,” she murmured as she felt his shaft begin to press past her swollen lips.
    â€œBaby…what?” he panted, his arms braced on either side of her body. A glance into his eyes showed the strainand effort it took for him to even speak.
    She closed her eyes and bit at her bottom lip.
    â€œI…I’m not on anything,” she said, swallowing down the sting of disappointment. “Protection, I mean. I’m not on the Pill.”
    She felt his chest rise and fall against hers but didn’t venture a look up at him. When she felt his body shift slightly away, she opened her eyes to see him opening the side drawerof the night table.
    After a few moments of impatient fumbling, he came back to her, a small foil package in his hands, his light brown eyes staring down at her, a gleam of masculine triumph within their depths.
    â€œI suppose it’s the smart thing to do, keeping protection so handy,” she murmured, pulled out of the moment slightly, not sure if she should