“You’re perfect.” She meant it. Humming, rubbing against his erection, she leaned over and kissed his collarbone, nipping near his neck before sitting back up and gyrating against him.
He palmed her breasts, rolling both nipples and shooting lust straight to her core. “Slow down,” he murmured.
“Not a chance.” She scraped her nails down his abs, wanting to lick and count each ripple.
“Dana.” He punctuated the word by tugging on her nipples with more than a hint of bite.
She stilled, sparks uncoiling in her abdomen, her gaze slashing to his. Dark hunger made his eyes glow like those of a tiger out for the hunt, watching prey, ready to spring. His impossibly ripped body pulsed beneath her, his power barely banked.
“We’ve gone slow enough,” she gasped. If she didn’t get him inside her now, she was going to lose her mind.
The muscles in his corded neck swelled. His biceps bunched, providing warning as he lifted her easily and set her on her back. He hooked his thumbs in her waistband, pressed her knees up and together, and tugged the remaining clothing off, leaving her completely nude to his gaze. “Ah, baby.”
In one smooth move, he rolled from the bed to his knees, jerked her ankles apart and pulled her toward him.
Then his mouth found her.
He sucked. Hard.
She arched, crying out, clinging to the bedspread as Wolfe apparently decided to stop going slow. He went at her like a starving man, one hand palming both her buttocks and lifting her against his mouth, his tongue lashing her clit with unrelenting purpose.
Waves of pleasure pummeled her, spiraling out from his talented mouth. He played her body like he’d created it.
She frantically patted the bed, secured a pillow, and planted it over her face, biting the soft cotton. Her mind fuzzed, electricity zinging behind her eyes.
The orgasm swelled and then detonated in a blaze of devastation, and she cried out, pressing the pillow to her mouth to try to diminish the sound. He pressed two fingers inside her, twisting them and prolonging the devastating ecstasy until her body went limp.
She gasped, sucking in cotton, and then shoved the pillow to the side so she could breathe.
Wolfe set her butt back down on the comforter and stood, his eyes glittering. The moonlight danced across the muscles in his chest, hinting at the power and strength she’d only just begun to tap. His hands went to his belt, and she shivered, her legs still trembling.
This was different from last time. More intense, as if he was giving her more of himself.
He unbuckled with a metallic clank, unzipped with a metal hiss, and shoved his pants to the floor with a swish that had her panting and ready for more.
Holy moly on a double cracker. Her memory of him was spot on. Sometimes a girl just got a gift from the gods in this life. He was hard and thick and long . . . totally in proportion to his spectacular body. Knife wounds, healed and white, dotted his left thigh, while healed burns ran along the other one, next to the perfect bite mark from her mouth. Oh yeah. She’d forgotten about that.
He rummaged in his bag and drew out a condom, which he quickly rolled into place. Then, his hold surprisingly gentle, he clamped her hips and lifted her, turning to set her the right way on the bed.
Finally.
“Now we’re gonna go slow.” He maneuvered his body into place, held himself with one hand over her, careful not to crush her.
“Nope.” She bent her knees and manacled his arms, pressing up for just one touch.
“Yes.” He obliged her, sliding a hand between her legs, driving two fingers inside. Easily. “Just making sure you’re ready.”
She pressed her lips together to keep from begging. “I nearly choked on a pillow trying not to scream a second ago. I’m ready.” She was wet, her body primed.
He did that crisscrossing thing with his fingers that he’d done earlier, and she whimpered. Actually whimpered.
The sound made his eyes glitter, open and clearly hungry. Nothing veiled and nothing held back. There was no doubt few people in the world had ever seen that look on Clarence Wolfe’s face.
“Now, Wolfe. Please.” Being polite wasn’t exactly begging.
When he removed his fingers, her body felt empty, unfulfilled, until he guided the head of his cock into her.
Finally.
