"I'm done with excuses and conversation and politeness. I'm over this bullshit of you questioning the power you have to grip me in a vise so tight I can't even breathe without wanting you with my last breath. I'm tired of walking around with a dick that won't go down when I catch your scent, or look at your sweet curves, or imagine being buried deep within you. Are you still listening, Gen?"
Her body flamed so hot and bright she was surprised burn marks didn't appear on her skin. She began to shake, and her belly uncurled so a river of warmth coursed between her thighs, tightening her muscles, gripping her with a need she'd never experienced or believed could be real. "Yes," she whispered.
"Good. Because tonight I'm going to fuck you. All night. If I was a true friend, I'd walk out that door and give you the space to rebuild your walls. You deserve that. But I'm a selfish prick who needs you in my bed so bad I'll trade my soul to the devil for one taste of you. Still listening?"
"Y-y-yes."
"I'll give you three seconds to run. It's the smart thing to do. Just walk away from me and we'll never mention this again. We'll go back to being friends, push this whole episode aside, and go on pretending. But if you're still standing here after that, you're mine. Every part of you. And I promise you'll never question your ability to cast a sexual spell on a man so deep and encompassing he'll spend the rest of his life comparing you to every other woman he touches."
Her head spun, the room tilted, and she grasped his arm to keep her balance. "Wolfe."
"One."
Her stomach dropped to her toes. His mouth moved closer.
"Oh, God."
"Two."
She swallowed, one foot poised for flight, knowing it would wreck everything, change their relationship forever, open a door that could never be shut and locked again.
"I don't--"
"Three. Too late. You belong to me for tonight."
"I think--"
"Don't think. Just give me everything you got."
He cupped her cheeks, dropped his head, and took her mouth.
twenty
HELL WAS SO very worth the trip.
From the moment Wolfe began driving to his apartment, his gut screamed foul. He'd finally turned around, cursing the whole way, and figured he'd stake out the place to make sure no one bothered her. The idea of meeting her one-night lover screwed with his head and his stomach, but he'd honor his promise.
When he spotted her car, he only meant to peek through a window and make sure she was safe. That's all. Nothing else. Until he heard the sobs. Sheer panic hit him, and the adrenaline rush was wickedly high. He'd been ready to kick ass and throw his fists, but she'd been alone on the bed, weeping her heart out until he felt as awful as after a three-night binge in Vegas. Gathering her in his arms was so natural, he never thought about anything but getting her to calm down, and taking away the pain. Then he'd kick the shit out of someone.
She was so damn beautiful--makeup smeared, lips swollen, hair messy and sexy over her shoulders. When she confessed what had happened, it took him a while to recover his powers of thought and speech. To think a man out there couldn't want her was beyond him. He lived with the knowledge and torture every minute, every day, a priceless treasure within reach that he was unable to touch. The self-disgust within her eyes tipped the scales. He was done. There was no way he was walking away without proving how gorgeous and hot and desirable she was.
Yeah, it was a real sacrifice.
Wolfe played fair and gave her the opportunity to run. When she still stood before him, the victory that she'd be completely his almost brought him to his knees.
Until his mouth took hers.
And he realized he'd belong to her just as completely.
She owned him. He expected softness and surrender and a complete relinquishment of control. He intended to dominate, pleasure, possess. But she was so much more. Her tongue battled his when he parted the seam of her lips to plunder and invade. When his fingers gripped her hips to lift her up, she wrapped her legs around him, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding on tight. Her dress hiked above her thighs, and his erection pushed against the fragile barrier of her panties, demanding entry. She made a low, whimpering sound in the back of her throat and he went wild, walking her forward so her back slammed against the wall and he was able to get more leverage. He bit and sucked her lower lip, diving back deep to relish her taste--that combination of fruit and honey he couldn't seem to get enough of. She twisted against him, just as wild and hot to get at him, and the damn dress cock blocked him until he wrestled one hand to rip at the back.
Their mouths broke apart and she panted, "Get it off."
"Trying. Zipper's stuck. Do you love the dress?"
"Kind of."
"I'll buy you another." Holding her braced tight against the wall, he grasped the top of the delicate lace crochet thing and roughly pulled.
The tearing sound cut through the air with total satisfaction. He removed the ripped fabric and came in contact with warm, soft skin, bare and fragrant and delicious. Her full breasts were restrained in a black bra, and tiny lace panties covered the juncture of her thighs. Her thighs squeezed and one of her spiked heels dug into his ass. He grunted in heaven and a bit of pain.
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't be. It's gonna get a hell of a lot worse. Jesus, you're more gorgeous than I imagined. Look at you."
He cupped her breast, flicked the tip with his finger through the lace, and watched in satisfaction as her nipple tightened to a hard point. Her chest moved up and down for gulps of air, and her pulse beat wildly at the base of her neck. A rosy glow flushed her white skin. "I dreamed of this for so damn long, but the reality of you is so much better." He lowered his head and sucked on her nipple, nibbling with his teeth and getting her all wet. His fingers flexed to dive deep into her pussy to find the same, but he was afraid he'd come in his jeans like a horny teen if he took too much of her too soon.
In typical Gen fashion, she went after what she wanted, arching up for more and bumping her pussy against the hard ridge bulging from his jeans. She scratched at the back of his neck and wiggled, trying to get the bra off. "Stop teasing, and take this thing off me."
"Might as well buy you a new bra."
"Huh?"
He tore the front in half and her bare breasts sprung into his palms. Her nipples were tight and stiff, pushing against him in demand, and he plumped them up and feasted, sucking hard and circling his tongue until she grabbed at his back, trying to inch up his shirt.
"Get naked. Now."
He ignored her demand, twisting her nipples the same time he dove back into her mouth, needing to get drunk on her essence. She cried out in pleasure, and he swallowed the heavenly sound. "So sweet." He kissed her again and again. "So fucking sweet. But I need more." He wanted her crazed, until she didn't care about hurting him or doing anything but getting satisfied by orgasm after orgasm. He scented the musk of her arousal and knew he'd find her dripping wet, ready for him. The knowledge she wanted him as badly shook his center, and he fought for control as she pulled him into the tide of raw emotion and want he'd never experienced before.
"If you don't get those damn jeans off I'm gonna lose it." She panted out the threat as her body melted and writhed against his fingers and tongue and teeth. Her fingers weakly pulled at his clothes, fumbling to unsnap and free him, stroking the hard bulge of his dick, and that's when he decided he couldn't take it any longer.
He needed her to come.
Now.
"After." His hands left her breasts, slid down her trembling belly, and tucked under the elastic. "Designer panties?"
"Yes, they cost more than the dress--oh, God!"
He tore them quickly, tossed them aside, and drove two fingers into hot, sweet heaven.
"Wolfe! Ahhh, that feels so good . . ." she moaned long and low, her pussy clenching around his fingers and refusing to let go. His thumb swirled gently around her clit, teasing, using hardly any pressure while he pum
ped inside of her with slow, deep strokes. He captured the pretty little sounds emanating from her throat, swiping his tongue over her plump bottom lip, and watched her face tighten as she neared her climax. Her pupils dilated and every muscle in her body stiffened, arching harder against his palm, reaching for something only he could give her with one final stroke of his finger.
"So close. Can't take anymore, oh please--"
He circled her clit one last time, slow and lazy. "Come for me, Gen. Now."
He rubbed hard at the same time he thrust upward.
She broke apart, shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm hit her. Her nails dug hard into his shoulders, and she clung with a superhuman strength to his body, her flesh wrapped around every part of him. He helped her ride out the spasms, soaking in every flutter of her expression: the way her teeth dragged at her lip, the misty look in her eyes, the dampness to her skin, the wet heat clamped around him, refusing to let go.
"You're so fucking sexy," he muttered darkly in her ear, biting hard on her lobe and absorbing the shudders that wracked her. "I gotta do that again."
"No." Her word sounded slurred. "First naked. Off with the clothes."
"You're not the boss in this bedroom, baby." He kept her legs apart, not wanting to slide his fingers out of her pussy until the last possible moment. His tongue plunged back into her mouth to shut her up, and he wondered if he'd ever get tired of watching her orgasm. It was the sexiest thing on the planet, and already he wanted to do it again. And again.