Searching for Beautiful(94)

Time for truth. “I never slept with her, sweetheart. I thought of you the whole night and couldn’t do it. But I needed a barrier between us.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to jump you bad.”

She smiled, but her hands still stayed by her breasts, as if worried he wouldn’t like what he saw. As if that were possible.

His voice lashed like a whip. “Don’t you dare cover yourself. I love your body and always did. Remember what I said before?”

She rested her hands back on the mattress and shook her head.

“We don’t apologize to each other. Not for what we do together or feel. We own it all, Gen. And I intend to do every filthy, dirty thing I’ve imagined without fucking apologizing. Part your legs.”

Her thighs slid open and he feasted on all that pretty pink flesh laid out for him. While he looked, he jerked off his clothes, finally standing naked before her. She leaned up to look at him, but Wolfe knew there was plenty of time later. Right now, he needed to taste her, push her to come all over his tongue and lose herself again in his arms.

“That Brazilian is the sexiest gift a man can ask for, sweetheart.” He knelt between her thighs and blew hot breath over the swollen folds. She jerked and moaned, her fingers clutching the sheets. Yeah, she was beyond primed. Once she lost her ability to yell at him or demand, she was caught in her body’s grip. Just like he wanted. Her clit was so tight and hard, one good flick of his tongue would make her come again, but he wanted her crazed first, the sound of his name breaking from her lips.

Wolfe bent his head.

Swiping her slit slow and easy, he tasted, teased, sipped like she was fine champagne and he intended to make the drink last. His arms pinned her flailing body down with an iron strength, never rushing his pace, her cries filling the air with a desperate hunger that would haunt his dreams. Wolfe inhaled her musky scent, licking the hard nub, and pushed his thumb in and out of her soaking channel. Her pussy clamped down hard and tried to suck him deeper, but he teased until she was a thrashing, senseless being held on the edge.

“No more,” she gasped, her blue eyes fierce and past sanity. “Damn you, Wolfe, make me come before I kill you.”

With a low chuckle, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard. Harder. Pinned three fingers together and plunged in deep.

She came again, and he drank it all, never stopping the suction motions so she fell into another orgasm so beautifully he wondered if he’d ever allow her out of bed again. She clung to him with a sweet desperation he couldn’t refuse. Sliding up her body, kissing every inch of her skin, he paused again at her mouth, nibbling at her lips, cradling her face in his hands as he adored her.

“Son of a bitch,” she said, her voice a thin whisper of sound. “You’re killing me. Still need more.”

“Me, too.” He kissed her long and deep. “See how good you taste on me? I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.”

“Inside. I need you inside me.” She arched up, her honesty and openness humbling him until he wanted to drop to his knees and worship her all over again. “Please.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, I forgot a condom. Have any?”

“Top drawer. Hurry.”

He retrieved the box quickly, fit himself with a condom, and settled her deep into the mattress. Lifting her ankles up and pushing them forward, he opened her fully to his gaze and paused at her threshold. Her body shook slightly underneath.

“Are you ready?”

Half-lidded eyes stared back up at him. He fell into her gaze as easily as he’d fallen for her the very first time they met. Skin slick with sweat, curls framing her face, swollen lips bitten and bruised, she invited him in, hands clinging to his shoulders as if he were the only steady thing in her world.

“Take me, Wolfe. Take it all.”

He cursed viciously and surged forward.

Deeper, deeper, he pushed until he slid home, buried inside her raging, wet heat, desperate to hold on and not come immediately. He watched her face, each expression more delicious as she adjusted to his length and never backed off. Her nails cut, and her thighs squeezed tight, refusing to let him go.

Wolfe tried to breathe, tried to go slow, but there were too many sensations breaking over him to know anything but the driving need to claim her.

He groaned. “I’m gonna lose it. It’s too good.”

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please, I need—”

He didn’t wait. Just pulled all the way out, then slammed back inside. Again. Again.

He kept the ride slow and steady, building with intensity as she neared climax again. He gritted his teeth against the explosion ready to detonate, his balls tightening, each slide in and out better than the last. He worked one hand on her clit, rubbing, watching her hover on the edge, eyes mad with lust and need. Shifting his hips a bit, he drove back in, making sure the edge of his piercing rubbed against the sensitive wall of her channel. Her surprised cry told him he’d succeeded, so he did it again, and again. Rubbed her clit harder. And then—