Igniting the Wild Sparks (49 page)

I nod against him.
“Yeah, I am. I’ll call you later.” I pat his back before letting him go.

His smile slips a little. “Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

Val walks over to us and asks, “Are you leaving, babe?”

“Yeah.”
I perceptively smile at her, not capable of hiding my nerves and excitement.

Covering her mouth with her hands, she asks, “
Oh, my. You’re going to…”

My smile widens.
“I am.”

She hugs me
and I whisper, “Thanks, Val.”

“Babe, I want you to call me.”

“I’ll conference everyone in.” I anxiously laugh as I walk to the exit doors to the hallway. My stomach is spinning around like it’s in a blender.

What the hell am I doing?

CHAPTER 23

Shoving the key card into the slot, the door opens to a shadowy room. Shutting the door behind me, I walk through the first section of the room with a bed, then past the closed bathroom door with light seeping out from beneath it. I go into the second room and notice the bed is turned down. I wonder what else he planned. The curtains hanging from the large window encompassing the entire back wall are open, but don’t let in much light from the street lamps on the beach below.

Reaching into my dress, I pull out the pieces of tape
sticking to my tits, wad them into a sticky ball and toss it into the trash can. Sitting down on the small, gray couch, I take off my shoes, which makes my sore feet feel so much better. Going to the window, I peer down seven stories to the semi-deserted beach. I hope I can find a quiet place where I can propose without an audience. That would undoubtedly scare me and maybe even my daredevil. Watching the dark waves gently roll onto the shore, I can hear the faint crashing through the glass, yet it’s not as prominent as it was at Bethany’s. Nevertheless, it’s still soothing my jangled nerves.

Hearing the bathroom door clicking,
I automatically lick my lips and smile. Sparks’ arms soon wind around my waist and using his mouth, he pushes my head down and tantalizingly scrapes his teeth down to the crook of my neck, where he wholeheartedly sucks on my skin. He firmly draws me to him as his hands hungrily move up my body to my breasts. He deftly tucks his fingers into the front of my dress and strokes my nipples, making them grow hard from his touch. Feeling more courageous from the champagne, I pull open the top of my dress and Sparks’ hands swiftly move to completely cover my breasts.

Rather astonished by my unusual audacity, he says, “We’re in front of a window, Becks.”

Friskily grinning and turning my head so that our lips practically touch, I purr, “So?” What’s he care? He still gets to cop a feel.

“I don’t want people seeing you naked.”

“It’s just my boobs,” I tease. “Don’t you think it’s daring of me?”

“Yeah, it is, but they’re only for
me
to see.” Securely holding my breasts, his mouth is next to my ear as he whispers, “Your body is mine. I’m not into sharing you with other men.”

I giggle from the tickle of his breath and lips on my ear. “I’ve noticed.”

His deep voice incites me as he flips the scenario. “Do you want to share
me
with other women?” Cara pops into my head and jealousy fires through me. She wants
my
Sparks.

With alacrity, I whirl around, his hands dropping from my tits, and I growl,
“Fuck, no.” Satisfied with riling me, he grins and I say, “I hope you have another shirt.”

His grin
falls to display his sudden confusion. “Why?”

To answer
Finn’s question, I tear open his shirt, buttons flying off, prompting him to incredulously gasp as I rip my way down to the bottom. He at least took off his tie and belt so I don’t have so many obstacles. Gripping his open shirt, I possessively state, “You’re
mine,
Sparks Wilder.”

His smile is gone and his eyes are sincere. “Only yours, Becks. Always.”

Impatiently, I push his shirt from his shoulders and he readily helps me to take it off. I extend to kiss his heart tattoo, licking over it and down to his nipple, where I swirl my tongue around before I bite it. He steeply inhales and holds the back of my head as I drag my tongue to his other nipple.

After I
’ve thoroughly roused that one, he tilts my chin up and kisses me mercilessly. I grip his biceps over his shamrock and cross tattoos as he pulls me to the bed. When he moves to guide me down onto it, I astound him once more by pushing him, which catches him off guard, and he falls onto the mattress.

Amazed by my actions, he says, “You’re so fucking hot.” His mouth is still agape as I stand between his open legs and briskly undo his fly
over his straining hard-on. Snapping out of his stupor, he swiftly sits up, interrupting my task, to take off his key necklace, since he’s not wearing a shirt, and places it on the nightstand. His hands go to my hips and he hastily hikes my dress up until my underwear is exposed, his fingers digging into my waistband, and he drags them down. I push them the rest of the way and he enticingly says, “I want you to leave your dress on.”

I curiously smirk as my heart beats faster. “Why?”

He fervently drifts his hands up and down my hips. “When I had my hands up your dress, all I could think about was you wearing it while I made you scream my name.”

Reaching into his waistband, I
yank at his pants. “I did say loud sex, didn’t I?”

Sparks
solemnly nods, but a smile threatens to give his wayward thoughts away. He lifts up to help me take his pants off and he affirms, “I’m here to deliver.”

When I have
his pants and boxer briefs off, I climb onto the bed. My hand goes straight to my prize and he noisily groans as I delicately run my fingers underneath his balls. He lays back, propping his weight on his elbows like he did before we went to the kite festival. Amid his hard breaths, he rasps, “See how much I need you, baby? I’m all yours. I’ve missed you so much. Don’t make me wait to be inside you again.”

Running my lips
across his Adam’s apple, I say, “You’re so hard for me, Sparks. I don’t want to wait. I’ve missed you, too.” I suck on his neck, teasing him and gliding my hand proprietarily over his shaft, since he did say it’s all mine. Once I’ve given him a love bite for everyone to see, I stick my tongue into his ear, whispering, “You’re wrong.
I’m
going to make you scream
my
name.” I move to straddle him, but he brusquely picks me up and flips me onto the bed, trapping me beneath him before I can even think.

He deliberately shakes his head. “Huh-uh. It’s my turn to take you against
your
will.” He wickedly smirks as he pushes my dress up with one hand.

I glance
at the gaping window and then to Finn. “Sparks, we’re still in front of the window. People might see us having sex.” It’s one thing to stand topless in a window, but to star in a porn is beyond my realm of being intrepid.

“Nobody can se
e us on the bed.” When my dress is up far enough, his hand heatedly glides over my thigh to the blue garter, toying with it. “This looks so fucking sexy on you. I had a hard time not doing this.” He slips two fingers inside of me and I happily moan. As they move, he proceeds to give me a love bite on the other side of my neck. My hands dash into his hair and tug, causing Sparks to hum contentedly against me.

Playing along,
I weakly protest, “Finn, don’t do this.” He precipitously shifts, pulling his fingers out of me, and my hands fall to the bed. He firmly clutches both my wrists, pinning them to the mattress. I feebly try to break free, but damn, even if I were really trying, I wouldn’t be able to. He
is
a lot stronger than me.

He implores, “Tell me how much you want me, Becks.”

I lightly scoff, “I think you’re doing this wrong.”

Sparks
disregards my joking cynicism. “I just felt how much you do.” Letting go of my left wrist, he reaches down and firmly glides himself over my clitoris. I sigh at how good he feels, and want more of him. “Come on, baby. Tell me.”

I counter his rhythm with my hips. “I want you.”

He whispers, “More than that. You know what I want.”

I brush my fingers into his hair above his forehead. “Finnigan.”

“More than that.”

I giggle and squeal, “
Finnigan, you’re hot!”

He shakes his head
as he passionately looks into my eyes, while slightly entering me. The feel of our skin touching so intimately nearly spurs me into coming on his tip. Sparks whispers, “It’s something you haven’t said to me in over a week.”

I blurt out,
“Put the seat down?” I laugh again and he impatiently sighs. It has to be the champagne. I’m a lightweight in that arena, too.

He slows his movements
and disappointedly says, “Becks, I’m serious.”

Now I feel like a bitch.

Moving my hand out of his hair and to his jaw, I try again. “I want to make love to you.”

“Almost.”
He kisses my neck and I hear him lightly gasp as he pushes more into me.

I hesitantly ask,
“Baby, did you bring a condom?”

He grumbles next to my head
, “Now, you’re ice cold.”

“
I’m
serious. Though, it’s probably too late from what you’re doing to me.”

“Whoops,” he mutters against my neck. “My bad.”
Sparks kisses my throat down to my chest. He lets go of my other wrist so he can further expose my breasts, seizing one and taking it into his mouth, tormenting me that way.

I sigh in both delight and frustration.
Still riding his tip, I breathlessly ask, “What are you really doing, Sparks? I want to know.”

He finally lifts his head and lowly hovers
above me, still not wanting to put weight on my stomach. “I’m waiting for you. Tell me, Becks. I need to hear it.”

“I need to hear you say it, too.
What’s the
real
reason you’re not wearing a condom?” He stops blinking, like I’m onto something he doesn’t want to talk about. How did he figure I would never want to know why he doesn’t use them?

He goes back to
licking my breast and between mouthfuls, he mumbles, “I told you why.”

“
I want the truth, Finn.”

He sighs
, blowing warm air across my nipple, and raises his head again to bring his face to mine. “I’ll give you the three-word answer if you give me the three words
I
want to hear. How do you feel about me?”

Smiling, I
look into his soulful, brown eyes. He’s so desperate to hear what I exceedingly want to tell him. I sweep my fingers over his cheekbone and gently kiss his lips before whispering, “I’ll give you more than three: I love you, Sparks.”

He growls and confidently
thrusts into me, and pausing, we wildly moan our ecstasy to each other. He looks into my eyes and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Yes, Becks.
That’s
what I wanted to hear from you. I’ve been aching for your love.” He slowly leans down to kiss me. One at a time, he skates his hands to mine, clasping ours together. I clamp my fingers onto his hands as he begins to solidly lunge.

Amid
kisses, I say, “Your turn.”

He slowly drags his chin to my ear
and whispers, “I’m trying, baby.”

“Trying what?” He wouldn’t… No… Rod can’t be right
twice
in a row…

“That’s all you’re getting, Becks.”

Bowled over, I nearly stutter as I uncertainly ask, “Are you trying to get me—” Sparks doesn’t let me finish my question because he kisses me and his skillful tongue compels me to put aside my question for now.

I move my hips up
to his and he discordantly huffs his pleasure into our kiss. My hands are aching from his strength, so I open my fingers and he releases them. Putting my right hand on his heart tattoo and the other creeping up into his hair, I’m in heaven. Sighing, I happily whisper, “Finnigan.”

“Louder,” he s
urprisingly demands. His coaching has definitely made him bossier, but in bed it’s so sexy.

“Finnigan!”

He gently brushes stray hair from my face, but snarls, “Do better.” That alone is a turn-on.

“I love you, Finnigan Wilder!” I joyfully cry out
, and closing his eyes, he roguishly grins as he drives faster. A sharp pain grabs me, and I bite my lip hard so I don’t yell from agony instead.

His eyes open, and h
e brusquely streams his right hand down my dress, over my ribs and to my waist. As his gaze follows his hand, he tersely utters, “Fuck. You’re so damn beautiful. I can’t have you enough. You’re my addiction, Hadley Beckett. I love you more than my own life.”

“Louder,” I necessitate
, using his directive.

He grins at my word-pilfering command, and does as he’s told. “Hadley Beckett, I love you!” he freely shouts, his deep voice bouncing off the walls.

I dazedly smile and order, “More.”

He laughs and enthusiastically yells above us, “You are so fucking beautiful, Hadley! I won’t
ever
get enough of you!”

“Now
, tell me another thing I want to hear, Coach Wilder,” I insist with bated breath.

Knowing what I’m referring to, h
is smile disappears and he’s suddenly anxious as his hips slow their grinding into mine. “Becks,” he says quieter, losing his liveliness.

I plead, “Tell me, Sparks.”

He shakes his head and uneasily flicks his tongue over his lips. “I can’t.”