Wild Heart- Extended Edition (The Wild Heart Series) by Jennifer Culbreth Page A

her worries go with it. She felt the warmth of his lips press down against her bare neck and she reveled in the shivers that flowed down her body. She turned, looking up at him; his hair was wild and flowed down onto his shoulders. She wanted to touch and feel every one of his strong features, his arms, his chest. She traced her finger through the beard that covered his chiseled jaw line, gently tucking the loose strand of hair that fell into his face behind his ear and watched as he closed his eyes.
    “Don’t do that,” his voice was low as he leaned into her hand.
    “Do what, Knox?”
    “I’m not a flowers and chocolates kind of guy. I don’t know if I can give you the same things that you can give me.” She could hear the worry in his voice. Why it was there, she wasn’t sure, but something in her wanted to reassure him she wasn’t worried about what the future would hold. So what if he didn’t like the heart and flowers, chocolates and dinner dates, kind of lifestyle; right now she just wanted to have fun and they could see what happened as life progressed.
    “I’m not worried about the future right now, Knox. I’ll figure that out later. For now, I’m focused on having an amazing night with you. Don’t take that from me, please,” her voice was quiet.
    “What do you want Aiyana?” His hands were wrapped around her waist and her heart beat loudly in her chest. In that moment all she wanted was for him to push her up against the wall and fuck her in every-way-possible.
    “You,” her words were breathless, “I want you, Knox.”
    “Tell me exactly what you want.” His eyes still remained closed, as if he was scared that he would open them and she would’ve been nothing more than a dream.
    She pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms up around his neck and pulling him down toward her. She wanted him to feel her. She wanted every inch of his skin to know that she was there and, that tonight, she was his. Her words blew lightly over his ear as she spoke, “I want you to fuck me, Knox. Hard.” She could feel his body go rigid, “I want you to make me pant out your name as I come.”
    His eyes flew open and met hers as their lips came crashing together. This was the moment she’d been waiting for since she’d first met him. She wanted to taste him, feel him, touch him. She had wanted to saddle this man and ride him into the sunset from the first time she’d laid eyes on him. Never before had she felt a pull like this toward someone. Call it fate, call it destiny; hell, call it whatever the fuck you want to. This man was like a fine barreled bourbon whiskey and Ani was going to have her fill of him tonight.
    The sweet burn from his cinnamon gum tingled on her tongue as it tangled with his. His hands traveled down to her skirt, brushing his thumbs gently at the bottom of the hem before he pulled it the rest of the way up. He backed her against the building door, grabbing her ass and lifting her up against it. Her hands were in a fury to feel his skin as she pulled at his leather cut. With one hand, he held her up as he slipped it off and draped it over the railing of the small porch
    “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” his words were direct, but edged with softness.
    She obeyed as he pulled his shirt off over his head exposing his chiseled torso. She didn’t miss a second to explore his hard body, running her hands up and down his arms. She could feel him undo his belt as his pants and boxers fell to the ground. His erection pushed against her leg as his hand journeyed to her clit, rubbing circles with his thumb as he slid his fingers inside of her. She moaned softly at the sensations running throughout her body. She was pressed tightly against the wall of the outer building as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. She was delightfully close to the threshold of her climax that her body began to ache. She’d been ready on the back of his bike and the built up frustration since,