Searching for Beautiful(95)

She screamed his name and shuddered beneath him. Fierce satisfaction caused an animal howl to escape his lips, and he finally let himself go, pumping frantically as he emptied his seed and light exploded in his head. The orgasm went on so long and so hard, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to pull out. A wall trembled around the most private part of him no one had ever been able to touch. And as they collapsed onto each other, wrecked, Wolfe realized something else.

He’d never be able to make love to another woman again without wishing for Genevieve Mackenzie.


“DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR date’s last name?” Wolfe murmured against her shoulder.

Her ass was cushioned against his thighs. His rapidly rising fiftieth erection nudged securely between her legs, and his arm banded her tight to him so she was open to any nibble, lick, or caress he bestowed on various body parts. Deep satisfaction loosened her muscles, and Gen felt like she’d swallowed an aphrodisiac. Her body was primed to want everything and anything he gave her, upping the ante like the slut she’d always craved to be.

She loved it.

He plucked playfully at her nipple.

“Why would you need his name?”

“I want to send him flowers. You know, as a thank-you.”

A laugh bubbled from her lips, then turned into a low moan as her nipple hardened and begged for more. “You’re beastly.”

“You’re gorgeous.” He chuckled as he pinched her nipple, making streams of heat shoot to her pussy. “And hungry. And so fucking responsive I can’t stop.”

Gen stretched, offering up her naked body, feeling like a goddess under his hungry, lust-filled gaze. “Who says you have to?”

He growled low and flipped her over onto her tummy. “You’re right. But first I want to see the tat. Who else saw it?”

The thread of possessiveness thrilled her, even though she knew it was just for the night. “Just Kate. And the artist.”

“Good. Now lie still like a good girl.”

Her heart pounded madly. He was beyond an amazing lover. He played her body like a musician, but was able to switch from loving and sweet to dirty talker, dom, and rocker bad boy. She loved every aspect of him, hard and soft, and knew she could spend the rest of her life relishing each part he wanted to show her. Gen thought he’d give his body to her, but it was so much more than she imagined. In only a few hours, he had shared parts of his heart, and she’d treasure that for the rest of her life.

The rational voice tried to chime in with warnings. She realized it was only about one night. One night to satisfy their sexual urges, be together as man and woman instead of friends, and that he’d never allow himself to move further into a relationship with her. By dawn, he’d be freaked out, terrified, and begin to retreat.

But it was okay. Would have to be. Because she still had hours before the sun came up and she intended to enjoy every second to the fullest.

She turned her head to the side and relished the large, hard hands that rubbed the soreness from her shoulders and back in a delicious massage. A moan spilled from her lips, and she melted into the mattress. He muttered something dirty as he moved lower, kneading her breasts, down her ribs and to the flare of her hips. With each slow decline, she grew wetter, her pussy throbbing for contact. She wiggled a bit to put pressure on her clit, but he surprised her with a slap on her ass.

“Hey!”

“Don’t think I know what you’re trying to do. I refuse to let you climax without my help.”

“Fine. Keep it moving, then.”

A sharp nip on her spine, and a long slide of tongue ending at the curve of her rear shut her up real quick. She was trapped in a sensual spell, both misty and sharp, until nothing mattered except his voice and touch and commands. She’d never had that with any of her previous partners. She’d enjoyed sex, loved David enough to give herself over until he began to hurt her more with every sexual encounter. But with Wolfe? She was completely possessed by him. A twinge of fear shot through her. She had an instinct that if she spent more intimate time with him, he’d end up owning her completely.

The rest of her thoughts scattered as his fingers traced the outline of her tat, gently stroking the sensitive skin. “So beautiful.” She imagined the scarlet rose petals, the curve of the stem stopping right above her buttocks, and the drops of blood dripping down each wickedly sharp thorn. “Blood. No baby’s breath.” He paused but his fingers never stopped caressing her. “Why?”

“Pain with pleasure. Hurt with love. Betrayal with trust. I’m learning it’s not about one thing but a mix. And I never want to forget it again.”