Wolfe kicked off his boots and jeans, wanting to get his mouth on that tiny yellow scrap of material. How he could go so quickly from pissed off to amused to irritated to turned on was a complete mystery, and the only answer was Dana Mulberry. She was going to drive him crazy, or crazier than he already was, and he was all in. Fully nude, he grabbed a condom from the bed table, and tossed it on the bed.
Lust coursed through him like a forest fire out of control. He forced himself to go slow and enjoy her, wrapping his hands around her small ankles and then gliding them up her calves, over her knees, along her thighs. Dipping his head, he nibbled her hip bone, wandering across her abdomen to the other hip.
She held her breath, her abdomen tight.
He grinned and planted his mouth right where they both wanted it, sucking hard.
She cried out and arched against him, her clit safely in his mouth. He released her and then tore the panties off with his teeth, returning to what was rapidly becoming his favorite treat. She was wet and ready, but his control wasn’t firmly in place, so he wanted her wetter and more ready.
He slipped one finger inside her, and her body sucked him in, surrounding him with wet heat. His groan was heartfelt. Desire sparked down his spine to land in his balls. He licked her again, inserting another finger, giving her enough pressure to drive her nuts and drawing out her pleasure until she couldn’t take any more.
She gyrated against him, making incoherent noises. “Wolfe. Please.”
He crisscrossed his fingers inside her, reached up and lightly pinched one nipple, then sucked her clit back into his mouth. She flew apart against him, mewling, impressive waves taking her body. He eased her down, smiled at her soft mumbling, and then stood.
She made another sound, a sweet one, when he rolled on the condom. Then she reached for him.
The sight of her doing so, of her wanting him, accepting him, would stay with him forever. He grasped her now pliable thighs and widened them, sliding his knees onto the bed.
He gripped her hips, his fingers extending across her ass and his thumbs tucked into her hipbones, lifting her lower half off the bed. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
She did so, balancing her weight on her shoulders, her sunshine-colored hair spread out on his bed and her butt in the air. He kept her gaze, pressing against her entrance, slowly and surely penetrating her. Pulsating wet heat surrounded him, stretching and easing as he kept pushing, his balls drawing up tight.
Finally, he’d completely impaled her, groin to groin. Hunger filled her luminous eyes. She was open and vulnerable to him, but the feet pressing into his back held strength. “You okay?” he asked. “Your shoulders and neck?”
“I’m perfect,” she whispered, so beautiful it hurt to look at her.
Yeah. She was. He tightened his grip, enjoyed the widening of her eyes, and then pulled out to power back inside her. She gasped and tightened around him, her hands digging into the comforter.
Oh yeah. She was ready.
So he let himself go. Hard and fast, he hammered into her, holding tight to her hips and pulling her in to meet his thrusts. Her breasts bounced and he watched, entranced.
She tossed her head on the comforter, her neck straining, the bedclothes bunching up around her. “Wolfe,” she gasped, her internal walls clinching him in a hold so fierce his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. “More. Give me all of you.”
He gave her more, driving fast, the sound of flesh against flesh mixing with their panting breaths.
A fusillade of sparks rioted through his abdomen, making him swell.
He reached between them and stroked her swollen clit, pressing at the last second and watching her go over. Her eyes glazed, her body tightened, and she cried out, thrusting her head and gripping him so hard he’d never get free.
Her orgasm lasted forever, pulling him farther inside and caressing his hard length. Finally, she subsided, her body going lax.
His control, what was left, snapped. He pounded harder, holding her right where he wanted her, the feelings too powerful to bear. Live coils unwound in him, and he exploded, the climax splintering him for a moment into nothingness. He came back to the moment in a second of pure release, holding her tightly against him, even his legs trembling.
His head dropped, and he panted, his heart clobbering his bruised ribs. He felt no pain.
Slowly, he withdrew and set her gently on the bed, turning to take care of the condom. His heart was filled with her, and the idea of anything happening to her made his hands shake as he returned to the bed and turned her over onto her stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her body limp, her voice muffled and content.
“Taking care of you.” He straddled her, careful to keep his weight off her, and reached down to knead her neck.
She moaned, her little butt wiggling against him as she snuggled into place. He gritted his teeth to keep from taking her again so soon. “A massage?” she mumbled.
“You were on your shoulders,” he said, working out a couple of knots. “I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.”
She chuckled, and her smooth body moved against him again. “Oh, I’m going to be sore, but it’s a good sore.” She sighed and brought her hands in to rest beneath her cheek. “This is nice, Wolfe.”
