I agreed. I got to my feet, then helped Amy up. When she was standing, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off her feet. She squealed, wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck. Not bothering to look where I was going, I managed to make it to Wolfe’s bedroom without any incidents. Seconds later, I bumped the bed with my knees. Without releasing her, I laid Amy out on Wolfe’s bed, hovering over her for an extra heartbeat. When Wolfe joined us, I relinquished my position and dropped to her other side.
“More touching,” Amy whispered, smiling. “Quit making me wait.”
“But waitin’ is part of the fun,” I replied.
Amy rolled her eyes, making us both laugh.
Her laughter died on a raspy moan a second later as I put my hand on one thigh, Wolfe placing his on the other. Her eyes flew open, darting back and forth between us.
“Yes,” she pleaded.
I dragged the backs of my knuckles up over her hip, making sure to take the T-shirt as I went. Wolfe mirrored the movement, revealing a pair of white cotton panties.
Air became scarce.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen plenty of women’s panties in my lifetime, but there was something so fucking sexy about those damn panties.
“Fuck,” Wolfe groaned.
Apparently he thought so, too.
We worked the shirt up over her breasts—small, perky, and fucking perfect breasts—then helped her take it off. Wolfe threw it across the room, his eyes focused on her tits.
I brushed Amy’s shoulder with my lips, then trailed my mouth lower, pressing kisses to the scar there—likely where they’d gone in to repair her clavicle—until I came to one rigid nipple, which I took between my lips, dragging my tongue over the pebbled tip. Amy’s sharp inhale seemed overly loud in the otherwise silent room. Her hand flew up into my hair, holding me to her.
“Oh, my…” Her chest heaved, her back bowing as we laved her nipples, teasing her slowly.
Wolfe lifted his head first, then shifted lower on the bed before kneeling by her legs. In one swift move, he made her panties disappear, leaving her laid out naked between us.
“Holy. Fuck. So fucking pretty,” Wolfe rasped as he shifted her legs apart, shouldering his way between her thighs.
Evidently we were fast-tracking this.
Wolfe’s hungry gaze focused between her legs, his thumbs gently caressing smooth, bare skin as he opened her pussy lips, revealing the wet, pink flesh.
I could admit I was a little jealous when he lowered his mouth to taste her, his tongue sliding through her slit as he stared up the length of her body, watching her reaction.
“Wolfe!” Amy jerked, her fingers grabbing for his arm.
I leaned over her, kissing her gently. “Let it feel good, Amy.”
“It’s too much.” Her head dipped down into the mattress, her stomach muscles quivering beneath my hand as Wolfe’s tongue worked her into a frenzy.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I urged. “Watch what he’s doin’. The way his tongue slides over your clit.”
“I … oh, God…”
The next thing I knew, Amy unraveled, crying out as her climax hit her.
If I didn’t know better, I would’ve sworn that was the first time she’d ever…
Holy fuck.
Chapter Eighteen
Wolfe
When Amy came, she seemed completely shocked by it.
