Title: Wild (Wild #1)
Author: Adriane Leigh
Release
Date: December 11, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
Synopsis
An independent
woman, a controlling man, and one wild one-night stand…
Kat Kennedy moved to the rugged coast of Maine
to start a new life, but encountered much more than she bargained for in dark,
dangerous, and seductive Lane Wild.
Desire and temptation smolder before she
succumbs to her darkest fantasies with the captivating stranger. She doesn't expect
to see him again after an explosive one-night stand leaves her breathless and
craving more, but just like lightning in the darkness, he shows up in her life at the
most unpredictable moments.
A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues before the
attraction between them reaches a fever pitch—the magnetism combustible, the
sexual tension nearly unbearable—and Kat finally abandons inhibition and explores
the cunning, selfish, and sexual side of a world she's never known.
They have the perfect non-relationship—passion-
fueled nights with no strings attached—until life gets real and the past and present
collide in a dangerous storm of lust and obsession.
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One Wild Night from Lane's POV
I
tried to keep my eyes off her. I knew getting involved with a new girl wasn’t
the best of ideas. But no one had ever accused me of doing the smart thing.
I had
a weakness for things that weren’t good for me. Like booze and pussy.
Not
necessarily in that order.
Throwing
darts with the guys at Pete’s like any other Saturday night and prospects were
slim. Which didn’t bother me, Dillon and I always had fun, but I had the sense
that she had something going with Slade, my best friend. I wasn’t sure what it
was, but I was keeping my nose out of it for the time being.
So on
my way to a drunk Saturday night, five-foot-three-and-curvy walked in wearing a
dress that hugged every fucking curve she had.
And
that hair.
A wild
wave of strawberry cascading down her back.
She
avoided everyone’s eyes, smiled at the bartender when she got a drink, and kept
to herself.
The
thing that girls like her didn’t realize, is that keeping to themselves made
them that much more irresistible.
Slade
bet me that I couldn’t bag her.
I took
the bet.
And
bag her I did.
I let
her sit for an hour. Let her drink a few drinks, get a buzz. I knew she’d need
it, because she carried herself with a chip on her shoulder. But every once and
a while I caught her staring.
So
finally I sauntered over and offered to buy her a drink. She shrunk back from
me, tried to remain unimpressed. But what she didn’t realize was I was an
expert in the art of female seduction. I saw her pupils dilate, the way she
shifted her thighs on the bar stool, her fingertips running around the rim of
her glass as she tried to avoid my eyes.
This
girl’s body language screamed interested.
So I
bought her a drink, and then another, then scooted my bar stool a little closer
to hers. I sucked in a deep breath of her sweet scent, touched a fingertip
along her shoulder, laughed and teased her. Fuck, teasing her did me in. The
way that soft smile lit her face as she rolled her eyes when I made a bad joke.
I
never pretended to be a funny guy. The funny was in the flubbing. I played off
it. It’s what made me the endearing boy next door—the boy next door could talk
his way into any pair of lace panties in a three county radius.
It’s a
gift.
Slade
slapped me on the back when he left. Dillon started cleaning up the bar, and I
knew it was our cue. I walked her out the door; she stumbled and giggled
alongside me. I'd laid off the drinks when I decided to cozy up next to her at
the bar. I wanted to have a clear head when I got inside her tonight. I wrapped
an arm around her small waist and tucked my nose into her hair.
Smelled
so fucking good. I could get drunk off her. I wanted to. I wanted to be on her,
inside her, touching every part of her.
I
walked her to my truck and stopped. We stared, our eyes locked, tension
building. She shifted, I ran a palm up her arm. Goosebumps erupted across her
skin, and in the soft moonlight I saw her breathing pick up. I ducked my head
and ran my nose along the line of her neck up to her ear and placed a soft kiss
on her earlobe.
I
pulled away and her eyes fluttered closed. A grin tilted my lips as I ran my
hands up the curves of her waist and let my thumbs dust just underneath the
swell of her tits. I swiped the pad of my thumb across one pebbled nipple and
her eyes flicked open. Her greens burned into me, seared straight to my soul
before she launched herself at me, threw her arms around my neck and pressed
our lips together.
I
growled from somewhere deep in my throat and pressed her against my truck. My
hands ran up her ribcage and kneaded at the flesh of her tits. She fumbled with
the button of my jeans and my pounded heart roared in my ears.
Jesus,
she wanted to fuck here?
Now?
Against
my truck?
My
mind tossed around the idea.
Laying
her in the back of my truck bed.
Or
taking her against the hood.
All
the possibilities had my dick throbbing.
But I
wanted her somewhere private. We could explore public indecency later.
Later.
Like
there would be a later. There wasn’t often a later for me.
I
pulled back and nipped at her full bottom lip before tugging open my truck
door. She slid in ahead of me and I drove the few blocks to my house, trying to
keep control while she palmed my dick through the denim of my jeans.
I
threw my truck in park and stepped out, before she crawled out after me.
She
thrust her tits into my palms and attached her lips to mine again. I carried
her up the steps, her thighs locked around my waist in a vise-like grip. I
dropped her to her feet and thrust my hips against her; rubbed my throbbing
erection against her pelvis as I nipped at the flesh of her neck and then
licked, trailing my tongue along her collarbone. Her hands fisted in my hair as
she moaned and writhed between the door and me.
I ran
my hands down her arms, enjoying the silky skin under my fingertips before I
pulled her arms over her head and locked them in my hands. Her back arched,
thrusting her rack in my face. I tugged the fabric down and pinched and twisted
a nipple beneath the satin of her bra.
She
groaned and squeezed her eyes shut before I grabbed at her thigh, kneading the
flesh in my hands before angling it to hook around my hip. I ground my dick
into her ready body and told her I was going to fuck her hard and fast. I
couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t hold back once I was inside her.
She
moaned her assent and I turned the doorknob. She tumbled backward and I caught
her around the waist. I took a few steps in, kicked the door closed, and with
my dick throbbing in my pants and her soft body pressed against mine, I lowered
us both to the floor.
I ran
my hands up under her dress. Tugged at her panties and pulled them down her
legs. My fingers found her soaking wet pussy. I ran the pad of my thumb up the
length of her and pressed and massaged her clit. She moaned and arched and I
lost all control.
I
pulled the dress over her head and pulled the zipper down on my jeans. I pulled
out my rigid cock and fumbled with the condom in my pocket before rolling it on
and rubbing up her hot heat.
My
hands grabbed at her body, pulled down the cups of her bra, and I dove in.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as I looked at her pert nipples standing erect for
me. I was a man starved. I ducked my head and sucked one in my mouth as I ran
my dick up the length of her. Teased her, rubbed my head at the hot button of
nerves that drove her wild.
I
stroked and sucked in tandem before she dug her nails into my back and pulled.
The blood pounded through my veins before I finally sank into her.
She
moaned and screamed to God as I worked in and out of her. Swirling my hips,
dragging in and out. Enjoying the feel of her hot pussy clenching me,
trembling, and pulsing. She arched and moaned, fisted her hands in her hair
before I attacked her lips and kneaded my fingers into her thighs so roughly I
wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises in the morning.
I
grunted in her ear as I thrust into her before my thumb trailed down to find
her hardened clit aching for attention. She whimpered as I stroked and dug her
nails into my back and pulled.
I
jerked back in pain, until the sensation melted into pleasure.
Sweet
fucking pleasure as I plowed into her soft body.
“I’m
going to come, Sugar, and I want you with me.” My voice, strained with need,
escaped my lips as I massaged her clit and she fell apart around me. Her body
tightened and her neck arched as her hands fisted at my shoulder blades.
Watching her body explode did me in and I came after another slow thrust. I
emptied into the condom as the orgasm burned through my body, eating up all
sense of place, as I succumbed to the release.
My
chest heaved as I hovered over her, my head lowered, hair falling across my
forehead. I sucked in the smell of us. The air hung heavy with the smell of
strawberries and sex and caused my softening dick to twitch.
I
hadn’t even come close to having my fill of her.
Fuck
me if this wasn’t only the beginning.
Copyright © 2014 by Adriane Leigh
My Review: 5 stars
There were so many thing that were so deliciously good with this book. Lane Wild and Kat Kennedy were made for each other, in my opinion. That doesn't mean that it's going to be easy for them. In fact, quite the opposite. Kat is running from something that she doesn't want anyone to know about. Wild is up for a good time but nothing more, or that's what he says. They've had each other and walked away. But they can't seem to stay away from each other, despite saying that neither want a relationship. They each don't want to let anyone else in on their past or pain, and that is a major stumbling block right there. But somehow they work around it, until they can't anymore. There are some scenes in this book that are just mind blowingly fantastic, raw, uncensored, sweaty, sheet-gripping, off the charts sex. More than one actually. Ok, most of them are that way. It's HOT!! Wild makes some choices about what he wants, which surprise the hell out of both of them. When Kat's past catches up with her, things get crazy, then crazier. It's damn intense, and just unexpected what happens. At least, I didn't think things would go that way. Fantastic story line, loved Kat and Wild (I mean, who wouldn't). The whole book is fantastic, but the end is that gripping your seat, can't wait to find out what happens next thing that I love so much. Adriane knocked me on my ass with how good this book is, and I seriously can't wait for Ridge, the second book in the series to come out.
Coming
Soon
Ridge (Wild #2)
Expected Release
Date: March 3, 2014
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I've made mistakes.
And the biggest can't be taken back.
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and I'm only now coming to terms with moving forward, righting my wrongs, and
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