“Oh yes,” he said, a tortured sound ripping from his chest. “I want that too. Please…”
“Just remember, I told you before I’m no knight. I’m the Wolfe. I don’t want to save you or marry you. I don’t want to be your boyfriend. I want to eat you. Fuck you. Make you feel things you never have before, and most of all, I want you to beg me for more.”
“Yesss,” Jesse said, moaning again.
I stared at the face on the screen, and as my climax roared, I clenched my teeth and came all over my hand. My cock throbbed for more, an insatiable beast, but it would have to wait until tonight. Just like Jesse would.
“Your hands are still behind your head? You haven’t touched yourself?” I said.
“They are. And I haven’t yet.”
“Good. Keep it that way. Now get dressed and I’ll see you tonight.”
12
The hours had never felt so long. Salvatore had left me restless and needy after our conversation this morning, and not having work to distract me made the day tick by slower than usual. Not to mention that not being able to touch myself and relieve the ache he’d built up after I’d had to listen to him come… God. That had been the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and his grunts replayed on a loop in my brain, keeping me hard the whole damn day.
It was torture, but it ensured he stayed in my mind, which I’d guess was exactly the reason he’d done it in the first place. What would it be like to watch him come in person? To see that powerful, gorgeous man spread out and naked, knowing he was getting off because of me? To say I was eager and scared for that to happen was an understatement, but still…I wanted to touch him, please him. Would tonight be the night? I had no idea what to expect, and I wouldn’t have to wait long now. It was almost seven o’clock, and Salvatore had proven to be a man who showed up on time. I’d done my best to get ready with the lack of information he’d given me. Casual was out, since I didn’t think Salvatore knew the meaning of the word, so I’d dressed in my nicest khaki pants and a light blue button-down and hoped I wouldn’t be too out of place wherever we were going.
I tucked my wallet in my back pocket, grabbed my cell, and then locked up. As I headed out of my apartment and down the stairs, there was a knock on the main door, and all of a sudden, the nerves were back.
I wiped my hands on my pants and took a fortifying breath, and then I opened the front entrance to see Salvatore standing there, looking like he’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine. He was an imposing figure already, but in black trousers and a matching lightweight turtleneck, and with his dark hair styled back, he was even more so.
“Hi,” I said, a shy smile crossing my face as I looked up at the man I’d been thinking about all day.
“Good evening, Jesse. My, my, don’t you look good enough to eat.”
My mouth parted at his forwardness, but I’d come to expect that, and it was one of the things that attracted me most to Salvatore. I liked hearing the effect I had on him, even if returning the compliment was a little difficult on my end.
“Thank you,” I said, stepping out onto the stoop and shutting the door behind me. “And you look… Wow. I mean, you always do, but…”
“But?” Salvatore raised a brow, waiting for the rest of what I couldn’t articulate. Not like he did, anyway.
“But…” Oh, just say it. “Well, you already left things hard for me earlier, and now? It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”
A wicked grin crossed Salvatore’s face, and then he leaned in and whispered, “I am.”
His words, combined with the heat of him so close, had my eyes falling shut as I breathed him in. Even with the rain falling around us, it felt so perfect, so right. As I opened my eyes, they caught on the white stretch limousine parked at the curb.
“Is that for us?” I asked, blinking a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
Salvatore straightened to his full height and shook the excess rain off his umbrella. “I thought it might be nice not to have the distraction of driving, should I want to put my hands somewhere other than the steering wheel. What do you think?”
What do I think? Seriously? “Um. I’ve never been in a limo before.” I hated to admit that all of this was so alien, but he’d told me to be honest, and that was the truth. I braced myself for the look of shock on his face, but instead, Salvatore stared down at me and ran the back of his knuckles along my cheek.