Her Billionaire, Her Wolf--The Novel(5)

Except that Sara was still there, waiting, and the stubborn patience that had kept her calm the entire afternoon was worn away.

What started as fine wisps of steam rising upon her temperament had turned to a veritable simmer as the hours passed.

She strained her ears, listening for anything that might signal an end to her waiting, until, finally, Sara went as quietly as a mouse to the closed door of the meeting room and gently turned the knob.

What she saw was the receptionist's desk swallowed in shadow and no sign of any smug, self satisfied blonds.

She was alone.

The steady simmer of her anger leapt to a roiling boil as she realized what a fool she had been.

Forgotten. Unneeded. Cast aside as more important things took my place in his gorgeous eyes.

The feeling of being special, of filling his regard with such intensity as he looked at her, only her, slipped like a hand into an all too familiar glove of bitterness.

Of course. I should have known better.

There was a sound and then the elevator doors slid open revealing the silhouette of a man, his gaze downturned as he flipped stapled pages in his hands.

Without looking up, he stepped into the dimmed room and Sara marched directly into his path.

What was I thinking?

All thoughts of gratitude were gone. That he had come to her rescue in the restaurant, that he would make arrangements for her job...a new, exquisite silk shirt....

None of it mattered any more as she stood in his way, burning with red rage.

"Who in the hell do you think you are?" she said, wishing she could have shouted the words loudly enough to shatter the windows.

Then, instead of raising her voice, her hand arced up in the shadows. It was slow, yet not, passing through the air as quick as an adder's strike, yet time had stilled in the near darkness and it was as though the air was as thick as syrup.

Rather than slapping him hard across the face, Sara felt her wrist entrapped in an iron fist.

And absurdly, she wondered what was written on the pages that drifted down to alight upon her feet while the shock of his viselike grip still vibrated down her arm.

The beautiful lanterns of his eyes locked on to her own as he said, "Do you not know? Do you really not know?"

His voice was calm, but his tone was glacial.

Careful...you're on thin ice.

"I have no idea who you are," she said, then bit back the rest of what she wanted to say as his eyes softened.

"Then look at me," he said, his voice as calm as ever, "Right now, look at me and tell me who you think I am. The truth. All of it."

Sara took a breath, then said, "You tell people what to do. You are so used to doing it, that you don't notice anymore."

He stepped closer to her and the hand holding her wrist did not let go.

"You're arrogant. You think you're entitled."

Another half step closer as he pulled her hand to his chest, forcing her palm against him. Forcing her to feel him.

There are cracks under your feet.

"You think you own people."

His other hand went to her shoulder and Sara could feel the strong beat of his heart under her palm.

"And, you are brave. You step in when you see someone in trouble."

Then he touched the side of her neck and Sara's breath came more deeply.

"You are a knight. You saved me...."

Pinned in the amber lights of his eyes, Sara knew that it was already too late, the uncertain footing she walked upon had turned to water as she felt herself drowning in his beautiful gaze.

He bent down to her, his lips soft against her own, searching for truths other than her words.

She pulled back from him, just enough to speak, her own lips brushing his as she said, "But, that doesn't give you the right."

His mouth captured hers once more. Warm and velvety. She felt the light rough of a day old beard rasp gently against her skin as she kissed him back.

"You don't own me," she said, breaking away only to sigh as his hands slid down her sides, then back up again as he cupped both breasts. Strong thumbs drifted across the nipples studding her blouse, swelling even more under his touch.

"I told you I would give you cause for regret. Now, I shall give you reason for pleasure.”

His voice was delicious in her ears, like warm honey as he continued, “And I can promise you that it will not be the last time, not for one nor the other.”

Hands that could have crushed the bones of her wrist to powder only seconds before roamed freely upon her body. Strong fingers undid delicate pearl buttons.

"Turn around...now."

Sara pivoted to turn her back to him and then felt him once more as he pressed himself against her.

Oh, he is so hot.

Hard muscles made themselves felt as he reached around her, his arms encircling her while his member felt huge against her bottom.

“Through meetings and conference calls without end, I thought of you,” he murmured in her ear, then bent down to the side of her neck, nipping lightly at her skin as he did it.

“Your scent...your taste.”

His mouth was upon her shoulder and Sara hissed as he bit down upon her skin. Enough to hurt, yet not enough to draw blood.

Then, he drew back from her and with his hands upon her shoulders, he guided her to Giselle’s desk.

“Place your hands upon the desktop.”

Sara bent down and put her palms flat upon the smooth surface. She knew her bottom was filling his gaze in that moment and the thought of it made her even hotter.

What is he doing to me? I’m not like this.

Except that maybe she was. Her lunchtime obsession was standing behind her, no doubt admiring her body and all Sara could think of was that she was caught in a daydream. That at any moment she would startle and find herself gazing dreamily past liquor bottles into the mirror where the man of her dreams was to be found.

But, no, he’s right behind you, getting ready to do...things...to you.

And she wanted it. So very much.

“Wider. Spread your hands farther apart.”

His voice had taken on a gruff tone, as if the moment had caught him up as much as Sara. She set her hands wide apart, the effect being that she was bent over deeply upon the desktop.

Then it hit her. Once again the scents of a pine forest, rich and wild, filled her nose. It was like walking among thick trees, deep under a canopy that held all in shadow even on the brightest day. Like the odors of soft soil giving way underfoot, black and humid after a spring rain.

Sara could have heard birds singing, or frogs croaking, and it would not have surprised her. The wilderness had surrounded them and, as before, she felt a handkerchief cover her eyes to be knotted behind her head.

The man whose name she did not know growled behind her and in that sound she heard undisguised lust. She heard animal desire.

And she wanted him.

Her panties were soaking through with the need that blazed like fire between her legs. Then she felt her skirt being slid upward before fingers found the boundaries of her underwear, hooking in hard and stripping them down.

Sara moaned. She could not help it. Without meaning to, her hips shifted back, her legs spreading wide. Her very body cried out to be taken as she felt him lean against her once more.

My God, his body must be incredible.

Anywhere his skin made contact with her, she felt thick, corded muscles rippling with each of his movements.

Whoever he was, he was a man who went far beyond just taking care of himself. The intensity she saw in his eyes apparently carried over to every aspect of his life. And in an epiphany, Sara understood it was his fundamental truth.

This was a man of extremes, of intensity that defined his every thought, and in this exact moment, she was the center of his focus. All that mattered.

She was, for just a short time, all he wanted.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, and once more Sara heard how deep his voice had become.

Then, she felt him come up against her bottom and at the same time dip down low before lifting up again.

She cried out.

His cock was as enormous as she had thought earlier, only now it was between her legs. Not inside, but rather against her folds, sliding from behind against the wet of her desire.

Hard fingers seized her hips as he slid through her folds before pulling slowly back to do it again and again.

Sara panted with ecstasy. His member was riding through her lips and up against her apex in a way that burned like fire, but stoked her passion higher with each pass.

“Please...please,” she panted, “Take me.

“I’m ready.”

Suddenly her head was jerked back hard as he took a fistful of her hair and pulled.

“I decide when,” he said. The voice that had been only gruff a moment before was now guttural with heavy desire.

He rocked in hard against her and pulled back once more in a delicious stroke that threatened to send her over the edge.

Then, he hesitated. She could feel him, his length ready to slide forward again, then abruptly he shifted and in a full, powerful stroke he entered her, filling her as deeply as she had ever been.

Oh...my...God....

He pistoned back and then slammed forward hard enough to cause Sara’s hands to slide upon the desktop. His hand was still in her hair and she could see him in her mind’s eye, chiseled like a classical sculpture, mastering her with his extraordinary strength. Bewitching her with the beauty of his eyes.

One more thrust and Sara felt herself clench in hard around him. There was none of the usual slow build up of tension as she felt an orgasm coming on. There was no warning...there were only muscles that convulsed deep in her abdomen while pleasure exploded behind her blindfolded eyes.