![]() Make Me Wilder
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: Here I am again, Mr. Fixer, with the fire-starter. I still have ulterior motives, too. Not gonna lie. I like being her hero—I have since that first day with the ducks. Sometimes, like when I was cooking fish the other night, or when I was building my shelter earlier, I catch her watching me. With wonder in her eyes. I’ve had women look at me that way before. But it’s different with her. Having someone I admire so much look at me like that cracks me open. I feel like I’d do almost anything for that look in her eyes. Plus, I like to mess with her. “So, look, you want to put the drill rod in the opening, here—” I murmur. “And then apply just the right amount of pressure.” I meet her eyes. They’re wide. Her cheeks are pink, too. “You’re doing that on purpose.” “Of course I’m doing it on purpose. I’m making a point. It’s all about the friction. And the technique.” “Gabe,” she grumbles, but she traps her soft lower lip between her teeth, and her breath is quick. “All that rubbing,” I murmur. I watch the flush cover her throat, and hope the way I’m squatting conceals my raging erection. “What’s basically happening here is that the two pieces of wood stop knowing where one ends and the other starts. Their molecules mix. And that’s combustion. Heat. Flame.” On that note, the wood smolders and I tease it to life with my breath, adding tinder, fanning the flames. Of course, I narrate what I’m doing, too, checking to make sure she’s with me. “What did I say?” I tell her. “Stick with me, and you’ll be just fine.” “Or dead from sexual frustration,” she mutters. I grin. “Stay patient, baby.” “You know I only brought one change of underpants, right?” “I can’t help it if you underestimated me,” I tell her. She turns a shade pinker, and I get to test out how hard it’s possible to become without being touched. ![]()
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