Wilde Edge (16 page)

She wasn’t even surprised when he
pulled her into his body, hands already at her hips as he growled, “Wrap your
legs around me.”

He had her in the air seconds
later, striding away from the table as she giggled and held on. He carried her
over to the living room, setting her down on the area rug with care, as she
looked around, not sure what they were doing here. “Uh, Tag? The bedroom’s down
the hall.”

He stripped off his jeans and
briefs, kicking them aside before sitting down in the middle of the couch. He
sat with his thighs spread wide, his cock rising thick and hard to rest against
his flat stomach. “We’re not going to the bedroom.”

“We’re not?” It was hard to think
when he was sitting there, half naked and staring at her with a look of dark
hunger.

“No. Get undressed.
Shirt first.
Then pants.”

“And while I’m stripping, what are
you going to be doing?”

“Watching.”

Oh
god.

His voice alone was enough to turn
her on right now, and the way he was looking at her had a trickle of cream
sliding down her thigh before she even had her jeans off. Every move she made
he sat there, watching.

The less she wore, the hotter his
gaze grew, and the bolder she became. By the time she kicked off her panties,
his hands were fisted on his thighs and his eyes gleamed with an inner fire
that she recognized as raw need. And still, he didn’t move.

With deliberate slowness, Jo placed
her hands on her breasts, running her fingers from the upper slope down to her
nipples. When Tag’s cock twitched, she felt a rush of satisfaction course
through her.

Gotcha.

She started to toy with her
nipples, teasing them with her fingertips. They were already getting more
sensitive, and she had to bite back a soft gasp of pleasure at the change her
pregnancy was causing. When her nipples had hardened to diamond-hard peaks, she
glanced up at Tag’s face and caught him licking his lips.

“Does that feel good, angel?” His
words came out low and husky, and she nodded.

“Very good.
But I like it better when you touch me.” She arched her back, thrusting out her
chest and took a single step toward him. “Will you?”

“Fuck. You are not playing fair.”

She plucked at her nipples again
and felt her thighs growing sticky with arousal as he groaned softly in
response. He lifted one big hand from his thigh and wrapped it around the thick
root of his cock, pumping his hand up and down the length without looking away
from her for even a second.

Now it was her turn to moan. She
wanted to be the one touching him, running her hands over his cock. “You’re not
playing fair either.”

“I wanted you to see what you do to
me. Just looking at you makes me hard. Fuck, just thinking about you makes me
turn to stone. I haven’t had this many hard-ons since I was a hormone driven
teenager. You do this to me. It won’t matter how pregnant you are, you’re still
going to affect me this way. Fat, thin, naked, dressed, it doesn’t fucking
matter. Now come here. I want to make love to my sexy momma-to-be.” He tore off
his shirt and threw it aside before crooking his finger, inviting her to join
him.

Her throat constricted as his words
resonated all the way down to her soul, and Jo couldn’t find any words to fill
the silence. Her pulse was pounding as she moved to stand in front of him,
every beat of her heart filled with a love so complete it stole her breath
away.

Without a word, he reached for her,
shifting his body to accommodate hers. He drew her down into his lap so that
her legs spanned his muscled thighs. Sitting this way, his cock was wedged
against her slick sex and her breasts rubbed against the crisp sprinkling of
dark hairs across his chest.

His lips touched hers, and then he
leaned back to smile at her and said, “I love you,
Jolena
Miller. The night I got shot, I thought I’d lost everything. In a way, I did.
But what I got in exchange is worth ten times what I had to leave behind. You
helped me find a new career, a new life. Hell, you even gave me a new home and
a place to build my business. And now, I have you and the little imp. You
brought me back from the edge of the abyss.”

His fingers slipped between them,
massaging her clit in slow circles, preparing her body for his as he kissed her
again. She was slick and ready for him, her swollen clit so sensitive that even
the lightest of touches had her trembling.

Jo’s voice came out as a breathy
whisper. “You saved me too. If you hadn’t been there…” She trailed off with a
soft shiver as memories of the night Greg had come after her came rushing back,
only to be banished with Tag’s next words.

“I want to marry you before this
baby is born. I want you to have my ring and my last name, and I want us to be
a family. All legal and proper so no one can even think of trying to take you
away from me.
Ever.”

Tears blurred her vision and
spilled onto her cheeks. This was an impossibly perfect, wonderful moment, and
Jo wanted to remember every second of it. She shifted her hips, claiming his
body and taking it into hers as she leaned in and gave him a tear-baptized
kiss. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Taggart Wilde. I want forever with you.”

They made love slowly, one of his
hands on her hip, guiding her up and down his cock as his tongue breached her
mouth with the same slow rhythm. His free hand stroked her everywhere he could
reach. Thighs, hips, back, arms, and breasts, he explored every inch of her,
leaving a trail of scintillating fire wherever he touched.

Hunger built with every caress, but
stronger than the hunger was a connection that flowed between them until she
could feel every beat of his heart against her own chest and felt the warmth of
his breath mingle with her own. He was so deep inside her body that she could
sense every pulse of his cock against her inner walls. She gripped, he groaned,
the two of them chasing the elusive tail of an orgasm that she already knew
would be as memorable as everything else in this moment.

When she flexed her inner walls
around him again, Tag growled into her mouth. He quickened the tempo of their
kiss, replacing the beat of their languorous lovemaking with something wilder.
His teeth grazed her lower lip and his hand slid lower, moving from hip to the
plump curve of her ass. Fingers dug into her soft flesh, lifting her higher and
urging her to go faster. Tag threw back his head and groaned, shuddering
beneath her as his cock grew longer and thicker, stroking along nerve endings
Jo never imagined she had.

Pushed to her breaking point, Jo
leaned in close and buried her face into the crook of his neck, as her moans of
pleasure grew louder. She ground down on his cock and he wedged his fingers
between their bodies, working her clitoris with his talented fingers until she
was shaking with the need to come.

“That’s right, angel. Come for me.
Milk my cock with that sweet pussy of yours until I blow.”

She did just that, her body
convulsing in the first throes of an orgasm that swept through her with the
force of a tidal wave. Her senses were still reeling when Tag gripped her hips
and started moving her again, guiding her up and then slamming her back onto
his thighs so that he bottomed out with every thrust. She could hear his breath
rasping from his chest, and when he finally came he groaned her name in low,
shuddering tones.

His hips jerked and she felt him
empty himself inside her, the liquid heat of his load coating her inner walls.
When he was done, he wrapped her in his arms and held her close, murmuring soft
words against her skin so softly she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Not
that it mattered, she could hear his heart speaking clearly, whispering to hers
about a love that would never end.

Jo settled into Tag’s embrace,
snuggling in so that her cheek was pressed to the phoenix tattoo on his chest.
“You know, my daddy always warned me to stay away from bad boys. He was
convinced some long-haired, tattooed, guy with a hot car was going to take
advantage of his sweet little girl.”

“Well, he was wrong about that. I’m
going to take good care of his little girl, and his grandchild too.”

“We’re going to take good care of
you too.”

The End

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