“So good. Don’t stop.”
Stopping was the last thing on my mind. She felt and tasted too good to give this up for anything in the world. When her thighs began trembling and the hold she had in my hair tightened, I knew she was so close to coming.
“Oh, Wolf!” she called out.
Fuck.
I almost came in my fucking jeans when she called out my name.
Shit. I’d always enjoyed it when a woman came. But this was different. The melody of Lena’s moans, coupled with the sweetness of her smell, stirred something deep in my soul. Her orgasm felt as close to my own as I’d ever come from giving head.
She trembled and shook, her arms falling to the bed, the orgasm weakening her.
I sat back on my heels, trying to gather myself. Every cell in my body, mainly in my dick, wanted me to take her completely. But she wasn’t ready yet. She still hadn’t said the words.
She looked spent as she stared up at me. Her gaze was glazed over, her lips slightly parted, and her legs limp. I could make out the moisture that still pooled at her apex, beckoning me.
I needed to move away. A man could only take so much temptation, especially when it came from a temptress like Lena.
I started for the bathroom. There was a rustling behind me.
“Don’t move your ass from that bed,” I said, sternly. “My threat still stands.”
Her lips pursed, but she laid her ass back against the pillows, not moving from the bed.
I went into the bathroom, stripping and turning on the shower. I needed to wash this fucking baby oil off of me. And I needed the water to cool me off.
* * *
Lena
I stared at the ceiling, utterly dazed. I had gone from excited to see Gabe, to pissed off, to slightly afraid, to turned on, and then satiated, in the span of … I didn’t know how many minutes it’d been since I arrived back at the hotel.
This couldn’t be normal. Nothing I felt for Gabe felt normal or gradual. It felt like all of my feelings for him would completely knock me over if I gave into them. And the way he just ate my pussy …
I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth. Thinking about what it would be like to be fully intimate with Gabe had me squeezing my legs closed. I grew weaker by the second. But I couldn’t give him what he wanted.
Hell, that moment downstairs proved it. Mr. Always Calm, Cool, and Collected had almost lost it in front of everyone, carrying me up to his suite like he’d lost his mind. The worst part was how much it turned me on. And that was before he put his mouth on me.
I needed to figure something out before I gave into him completely. On an inhale, I closed my eyes and tried to figure out my next move. But all I kept picturing was Gabriel in the shower, the water sluicing over his naked body.
Damn.
I blinked, opening my eyes before I got too hot, and either started pleasuring myself or burst into the bathroom and begged Gabe to take me. From the bed, I searched around the room, finding my jeans and panties at the far end. I quickly grabbed them and redressed, still not moving off of the bed.
The shower turned off, and my nipples tightened. Before I could fully picture Gabe stepping out of the shower, dripping wet, my cell phone rang. I picked up the shoulder bag that I luckily hadn’t lost track of when Gabe carried me up to his room.
I groaned at the sight of my mother’s name on the screen.
“Hey, Ma,” I answered, knowing she’d just call back over and over if I didn’t answer.
“Your father made reservations at the La Guardia for six-thirty.”
I cringed, having forgotten that I’d agreed to have dinner with my parents that night. And, of course, my father would make reservations at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the City.
“How were you able to make reservations so quickly?” That restaurant usually had a waitlist a mile long.
“You know all it takes is for your father to let them know Lena Clarkson is in town and expects to be treated like the darling of the City that she is, for them to open up a table.”
