Page 97 of Pucked Together

Is this what we do? How we are with each other? So free. So unbridled. I never thought sex could feel so—unifying.

But it does. Ryker makes me feel safe and loved, and cherished.

"I want you inside me."

A low rumble escapes his chest like I just said the magic word, and he rises. He's still fully clothed, but I'm half naked. He slips his arm behind my back and another under my knees and lifts me effortlessly from his couch in the library.

When our faces are close enough, he kisses me again. And the taste of me is on him. It drives me wild. I push my tongue into him, teasing and tasting him right back as he carries me out of the library, down the hallway, and into his room.

I haven't been in his room. But something about it feels oddly familiar. Everything is in dark shades of deep hues that give the space a masculine feel. He drops me onto the bed, and I can't help the yelp of excitement that comes out of me.

"You want me inside of you, Wildfire? Then we're going to have to do this the right way."

He turns to kick the door closed and locks it.

"In here," he says, approaching me. "You can scream as loud as you want. Call my name. Be as loud as you want, baby. Do you know why?"

I shake my head, unable to speak, as this beautiful man reaches behind him and tugs off his shirt, throwing it to the side. "Those dark pads you see on my walls are soundproofing."

I look around at what I originally thought was some form of funky art.

"Why do you have soundproofing in your room?" Now, I'm more than curious. I doubt he plays any obnoxious instruments.

But the dark chuckle that escapes him has me even more curious as he comes back to stand before me, unbuckling his jeans.

"Let's just say I know how loud you can get, Wildfire. And that's there to muffle the sounds of your pleasure."

"My what?" Now I sit up straight, pushing up onto my hands as he slips his pants down.

"You get loud, baby girl. Especially when you come on my cock."

Oh. My.

This man cannot be serious right now. He's making this up. I'm dreaming. I came, I passed out. I must still be in my post-sex haze in the library.

But when his erection springs forward in front of me, and I see what I've been working with...I totally get it. I fear that he might rip me in two from the pounding he gives.

And who the hell am I to be thinking like this? The mouth on this man has me thinking like him, too.

"That said," he leans over me, making me push back down onto his mattress. "Do you want to come again, Wildfire?"

A squeak is my only response. But it was a "yes." A definite "yes."

"Then wrap your legs around my hips, baby, and take me in. I want to see this pretty little skirt bouncing around you as you take my cock, Wildfire."

I'm melting. Officially melting from the heat of this man's words. The way he looks at me—touches me—wants me—

He says I'm his Wildfire, but I'm the one caught in his wildfire at the moment. I do as he says and wrap my legs around him, bringing him closer to me until he's notched at my entrance.

"Breathe, Izzy," he coaches me. "Breathe, and take me like the good girl you are."

With that encouragement, I pull him with my heels closer into me until I feel him entering. And what I thought might feel like burning or pain feels like pure ecstasy. And with that, I pull him into me until he's fully seated inside me. He leans forward and kisses me, taking my tongue into his mouth, and having this man, my man, so close in this way feels euphoric.

He releases my lips and whispers, "Hold on, baby."

Then he pulls out and slams back into me, causing me to cry out in the most amazing pleasure I've ever felt. He does it again. And again. And each time I scream out something unintelligible as I take him in deeper and deeper.

I'm a puddle underneath him, and his hands are roving my body until his hand settles between my legs, and he's doing circles over my clit, using the wetness between us to rub me as he pins me down into the bed with each thrust.