Chapter 12

Daria

Kissing Wilder must be how experiencing drugs must feel. No matter how much I steal under his shirt and lean into his warm lips, I can't get enough of this man. His skin is boiling, and my palm glides along with his rippling muscles, squeezing his carved cobblestone abs.

Gosh, he is so sexy I think I'm going to die.

His dark suit is tight, trying to keep me from reaching up to his chest, but I'm stubborn. My hand travels higher, poking the hardened nipple on his juicy pectoral muscle, and Wilder holds deathly still, shivering when I touch him with more demand.

Playing with the little nub of his nipple with my thumb turns me on, and I'm forced to swallow down a moan. Cautiously, I lift my eyes to Wilder's face, realizing he enjoys this.

Wilder is panting into my face as if I'm delivering him equal amounts of pleasure and pain, and I press down hard until Wilder stumbles forward with a choked cry. Those eyes are on mine, and I hold my breath, w