Anything he asked of me, I wanted just as badly.

I slid my hand down my body and between my legs.

I was swollen and sensitive from Brian’s mouth, but I still pressed with two fingers and rubbed, teasing that tiny bundle of nerves.

It hurt to touch. It hurt worse not to.

Then he surged forward and filled me, hitting deep.

“Fuck,” he growled, thrusting slow. “Goddamn, I want you, Syd. Never wanted anything like I want you.”

Oh, God. He just said that.

“Me either,” I breathed, running my hand over the tight muscles of his stomach up to his chest and pressing there.

His heart raced under my palm.

“Wanna give you everything.” He licked his lips and stared at my mouth. “Everyfuckingthing, Wild.”

“I just want you.” I cupped his cheek while my other hand worked between us. “I only want you.”

“No.”

I blinked, saying nothing.

No?

He read my confusion, smirked, and with hips dragging slow told me, “Not good enough. Not with what you’ve given me.”

I didn’t understand.

But before I could question any of it, Brian bent lower, dropped his forehead until we were touching, and said words I will never forget no matter how many years I walk on this earth.

“Wanna set your whole fucking world on fire, babe, ’cause that’s what you’ve done to mine.”

I stared up at him, unable to breathe. My one hand stilling between us. My other pressing firmer to his chest with fingers tensing and curling under, reaching for his perfect heart.

Tears filled my eyes.

“You’re killing me,” I whispered.

He was. Saying words like that to me, I’d never heard anything more beautiful before in my entire life.

And like everything else with this man, I wanted it. I wanted it all.

Kill me, I thought.

Let me die for this love.

“Know the feeling,” he murmured, still moving inside me.

I couldn’t take it.

I grabbed the back of Brian’s neck and pulled him down at the same time as pushing up, going for his mouth and getting it as he continued driving into me, over and over, his one hand covering my breast and his other pinning my hips to the bed.

I went a little mad after that, holding him tighter and begging him louder and kissing him harder than I’d ever kissed him.

Brian drove deeper, staring into my eyes, his gaze intense as he took me.

And took me.

And took me.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight, Wild,” he rasped, fingers digging into my flesh. “Squeezing me like that …Jesus.”

“I told you I was little down there,” I said, smiling against his mouth and risking ruining the moment we were sharing but deep down knowing I could never truly ruin it.

Not with him inside me.

And this was only confirmed when Brian kept on fucking.

“Weren’t lying, babe. Shit is like a vise around my cock. Christ, I’m fucking close already.”

“You’re welcome,” I whispered, giggling when he leaned back and shot me a glare.

Again, a risk, but I really couldn’t help it.

“Don’t be cute while I’m fucking you, Syd,” Brian grated.

“I can’t control my cuteness, Brian. It just flows naturally.”

He glared harder. His hips stilled.

“You’re being cute again.”

“Completely accidental,” I explained, wiggling underneath him and smiling big. “Come on, big boy. I’ve heard I’m wild when I come. You don’t want me cute, better do something about it.”

His eyes flashed, then he started pumping, hard and heavy, swiveling his hips and grinding low.

I dug my fingernails into his back and shuddered with need.

Oh, God, yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES.

“Trouble,” I panted.

He growled, twisted my nipple, and hit that spot inside that made my body tremble and tighten.

“Wait,” he grunted, thrusting harder. Deeper.

I shook my head, warning, “I can’t.”

“Wait, Syd.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and taking my hand out from between us, putting it on his hip and holding on.

Brian dipped his head and sucked on the skin of my neck, murmuring so good and so fucking good and fuck, Wild, FUCK. He kept thrusting and working my nipple, and I felt his breath catch just below my ear before his lips touched my cheek and he groaned, “Now, baby.”

Baby.

Oh, I liked that. I liked that a lot.

I liked it so much, I came harder than the first time, my head slamming back, hitting half pillow/half mattress, my nails cutting and dragging across skin and my hips pressing down, forcing Brian deeper.

He leaned back to look at me, meeting my eyes, and I saw his were nearly black and mad with want. He looked possessed. He looked beautiful.

Always. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, inside and out.

Then on a moan, he buried deep, cursed, and gave it to me, spilling his pleasure inside and sliding out at the last second to watch the last shot bathe my pussy.

“Shit, Wild,” he panted, then took his thumb and smeared it over my clit.

I gasped, reached down, and caught his wrist.

“Sensitive,” I breathed, still working for air. “It aches a little.”

He bent and kissed the top of my hand before I released him, then eased his thumb away, sat back on his heels, and continued staring between my legs while he rubbed my thighs restlessly.

His chest heaved. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive.

“Know I usually clean you up, but gotta say, babe, I like seeing you like this. I like it a lot,” he admitted, lifting his eyes. “You want a towel or are you good?”

The way Brian was looking at me right now, I’d be good for a while.

I hooked my feet behind his waist, bent my knees to draw him in, and reached for him.

“I’m good. Come here.”

He crawled over me, covering my body with his, and gave me a slow, wet kiss I felt all the way in my toes, then he rolled onto his back and took me with him, tucking me against his side so I was lying partially on his chest and partially on the mattress, my arm slung over his waist and my knee bent, resting across his hip. He slid his hand down my spine and cupped my ass, giving it a squeeze, then bent his other arm and tucked it behind his head.

I pressed a kiss to his chest and felt his fingers tense on my rear.

“That was amazing,” I told him.

“Always is,” he admitted.

“I know. I’m so good at it.”

He tickled my side until I squirmed and cried out.

“I’m agreeing!”

“You’re being cute,” he argued, keeping me in his hold when my body bucked uncontrollably. “What’d I say about that?”

“You’re not fucking me! And I told you, I can’t help it!”

I wiggled and tried moving away, but Brian held on tighter and kept pressing his fingers into the skin above my hip.

My eyes watered. Laughter caught in my throat and tangled with my breath.

I could’ve fought harder but I didn’t. I hated being tickled, but if he was doing it, I loved it.

I adored playful Brian.