He stopped stroking himself and blinked at her. Then a long, low laugh rumbled in his chest. When he pulled down his boxer briefs, every last thought fell out of her head.
She was speechless.
Senseless.
He was… The only word that came to mind wasbeautiful.But in an unabashedlymasculineway.
He was thick and long, his intimate flesh darker than the rest of his skin. Heavy veins snarled up the sides of his erection to feed its substantial weight.
“Need was the breath in my lungs. Want was the blood in my veins.”Winston’s words came back to her, and she scooted over to pat the mattress in invitation.
“Guess I finally figured out what it takes to leave you speechless.” He chuckled as he walked the few steps toward the bed, his manhood bouncing between the muscled columns of his thighs.
In response, her own thighs fell open in readiness. An unwitting proposition that Wolf didn’t miss.
Standing beside the bed, gloriously nude, magnificently male, he let his gaze rake down the length of her. She was sprawled before him like an offering, like a supplicant. And she supposed she was both.
Placing one knee on the mattress, he proceeded to crawl onto the bed. No. He didn’t crawl. Heprowled.Like the animal he was named after.
And never once did his eyes leave hers.
When he stretched out next to her, his naked dick pressed against her hip. Even through the fabric of her sleep shorts, she was scalded by the heat of him.
And holy crap!He looked even longer and thicker up close.
Is it possible to die from lust?she wondered. And then decided,I guess I’m about to find out!
And honestly, what a way to go.
She smoothed one finger along the scar at his temple, thinking how close she’d come to losing him. The emotion that twisted in her heart at the feel of that tight, raised flesh wasn’t lust or longing. It was tenderness.
He stilled at her touch. And when she leaned forward and kissed his scar, he sighed.
His warm breath fluttered the hair around her face and the next moment every muscle in his big body relaxed. He sank fully into the mattress.
“Now, it’s your turn,” he whispered, playing with the hem of her shorts.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t remember what. The words strangled in her throat when he began to slowly, ever so slowly, tug the cotton material down her legs. The air from the vent felt cool against her newly exposed flesh, but the goose bumps that peppered her skin were caused by Wolf’s fingers.
After tossing her sleep shorts onto the floor, he softly rubbed his hand up her leg. From the turn of her ankle to the muscle of her calf. He dipped his fingers behind her knee—holy shit! She never knew the backs of her knees were erogenous zones!—before continuing his explorations and drawing a pattern on her thigh with the barest tips of his fingers.
“You want to leave this on?” He lifted the hem of her tank top.
She shook her head.
“Hmm.” He stared lazily down her length. “Okay then. Work with me here.”
She obliged him when he carefully removed her sling. Then, with the tenderest of touches, he pulled her tank top overhead, doing some magic there at the end that saved her from having to move her injured arm too much.
Then she was as naked as he was.
His gaze fixed on her nipples and a harsh, shuddering breath escaped his lungs. When he licked his lips, she felt the tips of her breasts grow so tight they hurt.
In fact,allof her hurt.
Hurt so good.
Oh, and great! Now I have a John Mellencamp earworm!
