Too Wilde to Tame

Watching Mia in the throes of pleasure was an incredibly arousing sight, but Cameron wasn't about to let her be the only dominant one in this sexual encounter-as she no doubt expected to be. Reaching up, he dragged her bra straps down her arms and peeled away the flimsy fabric covering those twin mounds of flesh. Her breasts spilled out, full and firm and crowned with dark pink aureoles. He cupped the heavy, delicious weight of her breasts in his palms and scraped his thumbs across her rigid nipples, reveling in the soft warmth of her bare skin, the catch of her breath in the back of her throat, and how amazingly responsive she was to his touch.

He wanted to take her in his mouth. Wanted to circle her nipples with his tongue and suck on her breasts until she pleaded for him to stop. Oh, yeah, he'd enjoy hearing Mia beg for mercy for a change. He would love watching her ultimate surrender to him.

Before he could make that gratifying image a reality, she stole back the reins of control once again, distracting him with the soft press of her lips to his chest and the hot, damp trek of her lush mouth skimming its way down to his stomach as she moved lower and then lower still. Her slender, nimble fingers followed, stroking along his taut abs until she reached the waistband of his jeans.

She nuzzled his belly, and he felt a distinct tug as she deftly unfastened the top button on his pants. Then he heard the growl of his zipper as she drew it down over his huge, rock-hard erection. Before he could inhale his next ragged breath, she'd released his cock from the confines of his briefs and had her fingers wrapped tight around the straining length.

His entire body shuddered, and he clenched his fists into the bedcovers, realizing just how much power this woman actually had over him. Especially when she held him in the palm of her hand the way he'd fantasized for what had seemed like a lifetime.

He glanced down to where she was kneeling between his thighs and found her looking up at him with a come- hither smile on her lips and a sly, seductive I've got you right where I want you twinkle in her quicksilver eyes. The woman was a minx, and he realized she was keeping score on who had the upper hand. He was extremely pleased it was her at the moment.

She stroked his shaft, teasing him with light caresses and tormenting him with the promise of more. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as she skimmed her thumb up over the tip of his penis and spread the slick drop of pre- come over the sensitive head. And if that wasn't enough for him to bear, he nearly died when she took every single hard inch of him into the silky, wet heat of her mouth. He groaned at the delicious friction she created with her lips and tongue and fingers as she slid up and down his throbbing shaft. She added suction, and his body tensed as he fought against the overwhelming urge to come.

Not like this.

He needed to get inside of her, now, and it was that urgent, desperate thought that drove him to reach for Mia and pull her back up. In a quick, lithe move, he had her flat on her back. Her eyes widened in startled surprise, and before her shock had a chance to dissipate, he shoved her skirt up and removed her wispy, barely there, G-string panties. Then he slipped off both of her high-heeled shoes so there was no chance she'd accidentally injure him with the sharp spikes when he wrapped her legs high around his waist.

Pushing her knees apart, he spread her wide and swept his hands down her smooth, supple thighs. His thumbs grazed the neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair on her mound; slid along her slick, glistening folds of her sex; and dipped into the moist, giving entrance of her body. She sucked in a sharp gasp as his fingers filled her and moaned loud and low when his thumb rubbed against her clit.

He was satisfied to discover that she was already incredibly wet and aroused. Unable to wait a moment longer to fuck her, he moved up and over her body and felt the head of his cock glide along her sex as he pinned her beneath him. Their eyes met and held, hers filled with dark desire, and he watched as she gasped and arched into him when he abruptly thrust into her, a seemingly endless journey as he drove himself to the hilt. She was snug around him, like slick, wet satin gripping his shaft, and the intensely erotic sensation made his head spin.

Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, her knees bracketed his hips, and the urge to possess her in the most elemental way possible overwhelmed him. Tangling his fingers in Mia's soft, thick hair, he held her head in his hands and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, deep, tongue-tangling kiss.

Then he began to move.

Her hands slid to his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his muscles as he surged into her, again and again, tearing a moan from the back of her throat. His strokes became faster, longer, ruthlessly demanding, and a whole lot primal. With each thrust he felt himself grow harder, thicker, until lust and need collided into white-hot heat and an all-consuming pleasure that threatened to engulf him.

Lost in the rush of sensation, lost in her, he wrenched his mouth from hers, tossed his head back in pure ecstasy, and arched into her one last time, high and hard and infinitely deep. A guttural growl tore from his chest, and his entire body shuddered as he came, harder and stronger than he could ever remember.

His scorching release seemed to go on and on, wringing him dry and leaving him weak and devastated, until he could do nothing else except collapse on top of Mia. He buried his face against her neck, and as he gradually recovered and his mind cleared, he became intimately aware of the woman beneath him-especially the fact that her body wasn't nearly as slack and relaxed as his own. Although he'd just experienced the most explosive orgasm of his life, Mia had not.

Swearing beneath his breath, he moved off her so he was laying by her side and no longer crushing her with his weight. Normally, he enjoyed foreplay. Loved every aspect of it, actually. Making a woman come was just as exciting and pleasurable to him as his own release. Except tonight, with Mia, he hadn't even given her the opportunity to reach her own orgasm. Hadn't even taken the time to make it good for her. He'd been so hot for her, so eager to finally end the sexual tension that had been building for months between them, that he hadn't been able to think beyond his own satisfaction.

Disgusted with himself, he zipped up his jeans and reluctantly glanced over at Mia, expecting to find her glaring at him for being such an insensitive, selfish cad-which was no less than he deserved. Instead, what he saw made him feel as though someone had just sucker punched him in the stomach.

She was lying next to him on her back, just the way he'd left her, with her head turned slightly away from him, eyes closed. If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was sleeping, but he instinctively knew she was giving herself a few private moments to recover from what had just happened between them. Her face was flushed, her breathing still choppy, and she'd draped one arm over her exposed breasts in a belated show of modesty-which was very telling considering she was half-dressed, with her bra bunched beneath her breasts and her skirt hiked around her hips.

It struck him as a pose of self-preservation, a way to protect herself-without even realizing she was doing so.

Finally, her lashes fluttered open and she slowly glanced his way. Her gaze was guarded and her expression was tentative, even a bit uncertain. She looked so damn vulnerable, and that was a term he never would have equated to this woman beside him. No, the sassy, impudent Mia he was familiar with would have shattered the silence with a smartass remark and brushed off the encounter as just another casual, one-night-stand affair.

But this Mia staring at him… oh, Lord, she had the ability to cripple his emotions and make him care. At the moment he had the strong urge to reach out and touch her, gently this time. To smooth away the silky strands of hair that had fallen across her soft cheek. To lean down and kiss her slowly, leisurely, and make love to her with only her needs in mind this time.

That thought reminded him once again of what a self-absorbed lover he'd been, fueling the need to make amends for being so thoughtless with her.

'Mia… I'm sorry,' he said, his tone low and rough, though the words alone seemed inadequate.

She stiffened, her gaze suddenly flaring with rebellion. Abruptly, she sat up and tugged the hem of her skirt down her thighs and readjusted her bra so her breasts were covered again. That quickly, her entire demeanor shifted and changed. Gone was that glimpse of insecurity he'd witnessed, and in its place was a spark of defiance that put a wall between them and shut him out.

'You don't owe me an apology, or anything else for that matter,' she said, her tone infused with a thread of sarcasm he immediately recognized as a defense tactic. 'I'm a big girl, and what we just did was completely consensual.'

She thought he was apologizing because he was feeling guilty about what just happened. Oddly enough, he had no regrets-and that was something he refused to analyze too closely at the moment, although he knew he'd