I slowly push open Wilder’s door, and he is lying in bed. His arm is thrown behind his head, and the other is resting on his stomach. He went on to bed without me. I told him I wanted to finish watching this show, but we both knew I just wanted a few moments alone. I open a drawer and pull out a shirt. I change into it and pull my hair from the bun at the top of my head, massaging my head.

Fingers curl around my hip, and I spin around to face Wilder. “I thought you were asleep.” He shakes his head. “I was waiting on you, so I could do this.”

Do what?

He kisses me hard, lifting me off the ground. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t think about the other night often.

My legs curl around his waist, my fingers digging into his hair. He squeezes my ass cheeks, pulling me harder against him. I love this aggressive side of him. I love his sweet side too.

The soft mattress touches my back, and I kiss him back harder. His hand slides up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake, causing me to shiver.

His fingers slowly move closer and closer to the place that is throbbing, begging for him to touch me.

My hands press on either side of his face, pulling his lips from mine. I want all of him. I want to be connected to him. I am a twenty-three-year-old virgin, and it is time for me to give it away.

What better person than Wilder?

Wilder looks down at me, his face soft and beautiful. I am the only person that gets to see this part of him. “I want you,” I whisper, my heart hurting and pounding in my chest, my stomach in knots.

He closes his eyes, his hand tightening on my thigh. I rub his cheek, getting his attention. “I do want you, Wilder, more than anything,” I whisper to him once more.

His hands close over mine, his eyes opening and focusing on me. “Fuck, Baby, I have wanted you from the moment I saw you. I have craved you, and I have had to keep myself in check. That is near impossible, just look at you.” He looks me up and down. “You’re the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever met.”

I cover my face to hide my blushing, feeling light and happy. He rubs his beard against my neck, tickling me, and I laugh and push his head back.

He grips the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Did I mention that I have no bra or underwear on? I usually sleep in just a big shirt.

“Fuck me.” He groans, taking me in.

Much to my utter surprise, I am not embarrassed. I do feel beautiful under his gaze. For the first time in my life, I do not hate one single thing about myself.

The old me would be going through her head thinking of every single flaw that she has. I would do this to the point where I would put myself into a depressed state.

He takes off his shirt, throwing it over my head, before his lips are back on mine—kissing me, hard. This kiss is different from all the others; this has a touch of wildness that is all Wilder.

He has been holding himself back around me, but I want him to let go. I want to see this other side of him, the part that he has tried so hard to keep hidden, though I have gotten glimpses when he looks at me.

I am going to press every single one of his buttons until that happens. I take my hands from his face and drag my nails down his back. He grips my thighs, lifting me higher until his dick is pressed against me through his pants.

He grinds himself against me. My lips leave his, and I am breathless. I catch his grin before he captures my nipple between his lips, pulling and sucking at the same time.

“Oh God,” I moan, my fingers clutching the sheets.

Every second feels like pure torture, a torture that I don’t want to end. He stops suddenly, and I glance down to see what he is doing. “Hang on for the ride, Baby, getting you ready is going to take a while.” My eyes widen, and he moves down my body until he is perched between my legs, lowering his head again and again.

“Oh God.” I throw my head back, my legs already shaking, right at the edge of an orgasm.

* * *

I bite the pillow as my orgasm finally hits me full force. He has drawn it out a long time, and it was getting to the point where I was ready to take over myself and finish the job. Every time I was about to come, he would draw it out a little longer.

Wilder slides off the side of the bed while I try to catch my breath, my body shaking. He unbuttons his jeans. This is really happening, isn’t it?

Heat pools between my legs once more as he slowly drags down his zipper and slides down his pants, along with his boxers, baring himself to me.

Holy moly, he is huge and thick. I never expected less than that, because Wilder is a big man and it just comes with the territory in my opinion.

He crawls back up the bed and reaches into the drawer of his bedside table, and I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

Breathe, Joslyn, I repeat to myself over and over. This is all new territory for me—of course I am going to be nervous.

Wilder speaks, breaking me out of the internal freak-out that I was having. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this.”

Looking at Wilder I know that I am making the right decision. I am looking at the guy I am slowly falling in love with. There is no denying that I see something in Wilder that I could build a future on.

“I want to, Wilder.” I kiss him softly, wishing I could just push everything I am feeling and experiencing into that kiss so he could feel it.

“Alright, sweet girl,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. His forehead drops to mine, his hand stroking my cheekbone. I widen my legs, letting him settle where he needs to go.

The hand that isn’t stroking my face slides down my body. Two fingers slide into me, his thumb pressed against my clit. He moves slowly and his fingers curl, hitting that spot, making my hips jerk.

He removes his fingers. This is it.

I feel him press against my opening, his thumb still pressed against my clit. “Relax, Baby, I will take care of you.”

I nod, letting my body relax into the bed. He slowly starts moving inside me, my heart in my throat. “Look at me, Baby.”

I look into his eyes as he moves farther and farther inside, his thumb rolling my clit beneath it. He kisses me and, all of a sudden, he surges forward, sliding all the way in.

I cry out, tearing our lips apart, at the sudden pain, but I know it would have been ten times worse if he had gone slowly, drawing it out.

My eyes burn with unshed tears, and he kisses the corner of my eye. “Sweetheart, I wish I could take the pain from you.”

I shake my head in disbelief; he will continue shocking me. “I’m fine, Wilder, pain is something that comes with the territory the first time.”

His thumb goes back to stroking. I feel full, filled to the brim, and I have to admit that it’s starting to feel amazing, as I adjust to him and the pain falls away.

His elbows are perched on either side of me, and his face is inches from mine.

“Move, Wilder,” I encourage him.

He moves slowly, and his face transforms into a look of pure pleasure. I am doing that to him. I lift my legs, letting him slide in deeper, and he groans, his eyes closed.

He moves faster, twisting his hips, and hits that spot as he slides back, pleasure shooting through me like never before.

He gradually moves faster; the pain is completely gone, leaving intense pleasure. Every time he moves, he hits my clit.

“Wilder,” I whisper when he grinds his pelvis against me and kisses my neck. My toes curl, and my legs are complete Jell-O at this point.

He reaches between us once more and pinches my clit. My body stiffens, my toes curled into the sheet.

“I am so close.” My voice hitches when I say “close,” because he just bit my throat. My nails rake down his back and sides; I know he has claw marks.

“I got you, Baby.”

He moves faster, his thumb moving against my clit with each thrust. I wrap my arms around him, and I don’t even want to move—my body is so close to the edge. My legs straighten, and I grab the back of his neck hard.

“Come Baby.” His thumb presses hard against my clit.

I scream, my whole body jumping as I fall over the edge. He comes a second later, and I feel myself pulsating on him. He groans loudly in my ear, and I hold onto him tightly.

A minute or so later, I finally come back to reality, my breathing back to normal.

My only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner, but I know if it hadn’t been with Wilder I would probably have had a totally different experience.

“That was amazing!” My words rush out, and he laughs and slowly eases himself out of me. He takes off the condom, throwing it into the garbage by the bed.

He falls onto his back and pulls me on top of him, and his hands trail down my back. I kiss his chest, snuggling into it.

“Let me run you a hot bath, Angel, you won’t be as sore in the morning.” He gently lays me back down on the bed, and my body feels like it weighs twice as much as it did.

He goes into the bathroom, and I hear him turn on the tub. I hope he gets in with me—that would be a fantasy come true.

Then it hits me.

I just had sex, I had sex with Wilder. Holy shit! I grab the pillow by my head and tuck it under my neck. I never expected all this to come into my life when I decided to accept help from the MC.

In these short weeks, my life has done a complete one eighty. I have some confidence now, a confidence that I never knew I was starting to acquire.

Wilder walks back into the room with a playful grin on his face, and he grabs my feet and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I laugh, pushing myself back, playing with him, trying to get away.

He throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass. “Trying to get away from me won’t work, Sweetheart. I will always catch you.”

I laugh and pinch his butt cheeks, which are just below my face, and he growls and smacks my ass once more. “Behave, Sweetheart, because I know you can’t handle another round of me right now.”

I think I just opened the can of worms that is the bad-boy side of Wilder, which I know I am going to love.

I lower my voice, trying to sound sexy. “Oh, don’t tempt me, Wilder.”

“Fuck, I just created a monster,” he says and I laugh. He sets me down in the tub and gently climbs in behind me. My back presses against his front.

“I have a feeling you did, Wilder,” I tease, leaning my head back, and I kiss his throat. His hand cups the underside of my jaw, so he can full-on kiss me.

He pulls away, his face soft. “Thank you for letting me be your first, Sweetheart. This night is one I won’t forget.”

Don’t cry, Joslyn.

Somehow I manage to get a hold of myself. “I would want no one else, Wilder.”

He smiles and I return it. I turn around, his arms going around me, holding me to him. I am not sure if I am falling or if I am already there.