That word flashed through her brain.

Wild.

She felt wild with him. Wild and free and reckless as she rocked into his face, grinding, pushing, thrusting. Having a field day. Humping him. Fucking him. Riding him for dear life, holding on with her thighs until her belly tightened, and she felt the first tremor of possibility.

Her orgasm wasn’t far off. She was so worked up already from what he’d done to her at the auction, from the way he’d talked to her in the room, and simply from the way he treasured her, even when he was a filthy, commanding, controlling fucker.

Maybe even especially then. She loved that dirty side of him as much as she loved the tender side.

“It feels soooo good,” she cried out as she rocked harder and faster into him. She might have had all her weight on him. She was sitting on his face, after all. But that was what he wanted, and she wanted it too. To ride him to bliss; to come undone as he lay on the floor, prone beneath her.

The sound of a zipper being worked open landed in her ears. She turned her head as she kept up her frantic pace. Her breath caught in her chest. He’d undone his pants with one hand and was stroking his cock. “That’s so fucking sexy,” she said, the pressure in her center skyrocketing as she witnessed how utterly turned on he was. He was so goddamn aroused he had to touch himself. “Have you done that before while thinking of me?”

Somehow, he managed a nod. And that information launched her off the cliff.

The vision of him fucking his own fist while she rode his face was as hot as anything ever was. Screw submission. Screw control. Nate was right. Great sex was two people who clawed at each other, who tore off clothes, who had to have each other. He licked and kissed her with such passion and desire that she had no choice but to do as he’d told her—to go wild and let go.

“Everything is so good with you. Everything,” she shouted, as she gripped the wood tighter, her fingers curling around the slats, holding on hard as she thrust into his face, riding into a kaleidoscope of neon and color and chaotic bliss, chanting his name over and over.

Her legs shook, her heart beat at a million miles, and she shuddered from the aftershocks that rippled through her.

She wanted to sink onto him, to fall to the floor, to simply bask in the glow of this epic orgasm he had wrought from her as the world slowly slipped back into focus, only better, brighter, more beautiful.

But he had other plans, because he’d slid out from under her to stand up and skim down his pants. Turning her gaze over her shoulder, she drew a sharp breath at the sight of his hard cock, ready and throbbing. He brought his hand back down to his dick, stroking it.