Wild Lover Complete Series by Natalie Wild Page B

childish, and not going anywhere?”
    “Aye, you’re right.”
    “I tell you, Mom, Blaine Daniels is someone who can take you places.”
    *
    To Mia’s surprise, Blaine seemed thrilled at the idea of entertaining her mother. She’d arrived at his apartment with a speech planned, as if she were running for some sort of election. Blaine, however, seemed to think it made total sense.
    “I put myself in her shoes,” he said. “You’re an adult, of course, so you can do what you want. But if my daughter was going away for a month with some guy, I’d want to at least meet him.”
    Mia hugged him from behind as he chopped vegetables for the soup he was making. “Thank you. That makes me happy. You’re right. I mean, I’m coming regardless. But it will be nice to have her blessing.”
    “What about your dad?”
    Mia shrugged. “My mom rules the roost. Daddy pretty much goes along with whatever she says.”
    Blaine set down the knife and turned around. He rubbed Mia’s back and her bottom through her jeans. “He just does what she says, huh?”
    Mia nodded and pressed her breasts against his chest. “I know that voice. Something I said got your blood pumping.” She slid her hand to the crotch of his jeans. She felt him, hard through the denim.
    “You’re getting to know me so well,” he said. “How about you tell me what to do, and I’ll listen?”
              She pulled back and laughed. “You mean, tell you step by step?”
    He nodded.
    “I can’t…I’ll be too embarrassed.”
    He squeezed her bottom with both hands. “Baby, I don’t think there’s anything left to be embarrassed about.”
    “Okay,” she said, in an effort to humor him. She stepped away. “Take off your clothes.” She felt ridiculous, like a game show host.
    Blaine obliged with sweet seriousness. It wasn’t gratuitous, like some kind of strip tease. If he’d done that, she would have cracked up for sure. He just watched her while he undressed, slowly but steadily, like a creek retreating at low tide.
    Mia realized she’d never really looked at Blaine when he was naked. Or at any man, really. Of course she’d seen his naked body in segments, but usually she was caught up in the rush of stripping him down so she could take him into her, or he was in control and the focus was on her body. There was something vulnerable in him standing before her naked as the day he was born. He tipped his head, as if asking for her approval.
    She smiled it. He wasn’t just handsome, he was beautiful in the way a roman statue or a sketch by da Vinci was beautiful. She moved from his tightly muscled legs to his groin. His hard manhood commanded much of her attention, but she still had the wherewithal to notice the ridges and dips of his chiseled lower abdomen. His chest and arms were picture perfect, not too heavily muscular. No one would mistake Blaine for a New Jersey gym rat. Older model Abercrombie model, possibly, but beefcake on steroids, nope. His broad shoulders set off his narrow waist. And of course, atop everything, his strong-jawed but sensitive face. His blue eyes and unruly dark hair.
    Mia realized she was holding her breath. “You’re something else,” she whispered.
    “What now?” he asked.
    “Come to me,” she said. He obeyed. “Kiss me,” she said, and he did as she asked.
    Mia found she soon lost most of her discomfort with being in control. She instructed Blaine on how, where and when to touch her. She found a voice for words she didn’t know she could utter. Blaine started off at her neck, at her request. He removed her tank top, and then her bra, and suckled both of her breasts. She asked him to suck harder, and then bade him to back off.
    “Take off my jeans,” she said.
              He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her bottom. He knelt before her, a knight errant to his queen, and helped her step out of them. “Come back up here,” she said. He’d almost gotten halfway