Free A WILDer Kind of Love by Angel Payne Page B

used with Master Max when turning in her application. If Sir Sexy had asked about her before coming over here—and something told her he had—then it was best to be consistent. “And you are…?”
    “Interested.” His lips tugged up again. “And intrigued. And fully cleared by Max, if you’d like to ask him about me. He and I have been friends for a while.”
    She looked toward the bar, where Max was waiting with a reassuring nod. It reinforced the security she already felt with Sexy—but also the apprehension, delicious and decadent, that inched its way into more of the sensitive skin between her thighs.
    Hell.
    She was really stepping down the rabbit hole this time, wasn’t she?
    With a Dom she couldn’t stop staring at.
    Who hadn’t stopped staring at her, either.
    Who turned her bloodstream to mush because of it.
    “You’re good,” she finally blurted. “I—I mean, it’s good. I like it…that you’re interested.”
    “And intrigued,” he prompted.
    “Same difference,” she volleyed. “Right?”
    “Not necessarily.”
    She swallowed. How had he pressed at least six inches closer without her noticing? “Your semantics are certainly curious, Sir.”
    His kiss, soft yet sure, was the last response she expected—yet the perfect pin in her careful composure. Pin? Try a full arrow, piercing to her very core…a wound that felt so damn good. She moaned then inhaled, ordering her brain to locate its This End is Up sign. This was the craziest opener to a date she’d ever had—if this could even be qualified as a “date.”
    Damn good point. What the hell was this? Maybe they needed to talk about that. Set some parameters. Lay down ground rules for next steps, and—
    Thoughts that flew from her mind the moment Sexy kissed her again. Longer. Deeper. Pushing her mouth open this time, coaxing her tongue against his, all but dictating her to kiss him in return—like she’d resist a single moment of this heat and fire and pleasure. He turned her into a firework. And like the song said, she was ready to let her colors burst.
    Don’t stop. This is so good. You feel so good…
    But he did, all too soon, dragging away despite how she grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. His muscles felt even better than they looked, solid boulders beneath her fingers. Wow .
    “Odette?” he murmured.
    “Hmmm?” she managed.
    “You still with me?”
    She blinked, struggling through a dreamy fog. “If I said no, would you kiss me again?”
    His laugh was a gentle rumble. “No.” Then compounded her dismay by stepping out of her reach, steadying her with his hands instead of his body. “I want more than just your mouth, little rose.”
    She gave him a half-drunk smile. “Like what?”
    She barely comprehended his hand lifting to her face. But oh, how she felt it when his fingers grazed along her cheek, against her temple, into her hair. “Like what’s in here.”
    She scowled. “ Not the answer I was going for.”
    His fingers tightened against her scalp. “But this is where it begins.” For a moment, his gaze dipped down the length of her body. “As much as I long to discover all of this…it doesn’t happen until I learn more of this.” Back to focusing on her face, he stared for a long time, as if committing her features to memory. Tess swayed toward him, a flower straining for the sun, needing more exposure. More …
    “Then learn me.”
    He sucked in a deep breath, almost as if her words had become his air. As he released it, he snarled. “Dammit.”
    “What?” Her gaze snapped wide. “What’s wrong? Did I mess up?”
    He chuckled. Oh, yes. Chuckled. What the hell? Being with him felt like riding a rubber band. Dark mask but gleaming eyes. Hot kisses then chaste clinches. Snarls then chuckles.
    “That wasn’t messing up, red. Not one damn bit.” He breathed deeply again. “Fuck. You’re so new. So new. And so open, and willing, and…”
    “And what?” Her whisper didn’t surprise her. She