Searching for Beautiful(96)

She heard his sharply indrawn breath, but his fingers remained so gentle on her skin. “I wish you never had to know that,” he murmured.

Gen gripped the pillowcase and spoke fiercely. “I’m glad I know. Don’t wish for me to be sheltered or protected from things that are real. I’m strong enough to face them, survive, thrive. Just like you.”

This time, he dug into her skin, but she relished the brief pain, even arching into him. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered. “I’ve known you for years, yet tonight I feel like I’m meeting you for the first time. It’s too much. It’s too—”

“I know.” The hunger hit hard again and she was helpless to fight. Hell, she didn’t even want to. Her body shook with a crazed need. “It’s too fierce, too good, but I don’t care. I want to burn in it for a little while. Take me again, Wolfe.” Her voice broke. “I can’t seem to stop the wanting.”

He bit her hard, and she relished the pain, crying out in sheer pleasure. Wanting his mark on her, she pushed back in for more, and his rough hands grabbed her ass, kneading, stroking, pleasuring, slipping between her legs to gather the wetness there and spread it over her clit. He worked his fingers in and out while his tongue stabbed inside, and she rubbed her nipples against the covers and wept for him, modesty and shame and civility long gone in the heat of the darkness of night.

He pulled her legs apart, dragged her upward so she braced herself on the bed, and took her hard. The scrape of his piercing massaged her clit, making her wild, and she grabbed the bedposts to have something to cling to as she built toward another earth-shattering orgasm. His cock pulsed, taking up every inch of her body until there was nothing left but him. Her muscles screamed in protest, her belly clenched, and his fingers took her higher, roughly, his cock working her and their wet bodies slapping against each other in carnal bliss until she came so hard tears streaked down her face. Light shimmered within and shoved her into a tunnel of such sharp pleasure it mingled with pain, providing a stimulation she never thought existed. Her muscles gave way and she fell back into the pillows, even as Wolfe held her hips, bruising, welcoming, and came inside her with a guttural moan that touched her soul and beyond.

She knew then it was too late. Had always been too late.

She was madly, irrevocably, soul-deep in love with her best friend.


“THIRSTY.”

He chuckled and the bed moved. She tried to lift her head but it was stuck to the pillow in exhaustion. When she realized she’d miss him naked though, she managed to lift herself halfway with a grunt.

Oh yeah. Definitely worth the pain of moving. His ass should be bronzed. All tight muscle and a yummy line separating the lighter skin from his olive tan. His thighs bunched as he walked, disappearing briefly and returning with a large glass of water. The ice tinkled but her gaze locked on the heavy weight of his cock and the intriguing barbell piercing near the tip. Like before, she licked her lips and watched him grow hard, but this time she intended to take advantage.

“You’re doing it again,” he warned, handing her the glass.

She drank with greed, water running down her chin and onto her breasts. He leaned down and licked it off. “Doing what?” she gasped.

“Looking like you want to devour me.” He sucked on her nipple and watched the tip elongate. Was it possible to die of orgasms? How could her body be ready again to take him? The scent of musk and arousal clung to the sheets and their skin, drifting in the air like a perfume. “Keep it up and I’ll give you something to devour.”

Oh, the dare was too much. She managed a scowl, flicking a stray curl out of her eyes and handing him the glass. He sipped, looking so confident and at ease with his sizzling sexuality Gen decided to make him pay. When he turned to put the glass down, she stopped him by grasping his wrist.

“Hold the glass, Wolfe.”

He looked at her in surprise, then seemed to gauge her intent. Sucking in his breath, he watched as she climbed off the bed with careful motions and knelt on the floor in front of him. A heady power and need gripped her, making her so wet she wondered if she could orgasm right there just looking at him. Slowly, ever so slowly, she ran her hands up his calves, over his thighs, and cupped his hard cock.

He hissed, and his fingers clenched around the glass. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re wondering, then I’m not doing my job.” She leaned over and blew her hot breath over his erection. He jerked, every muscle straining with tension. His cock grew bigger, throbbing with demand in front of her. Her tongue slid over her lower lip as she learned each hard ridge and valley by touch. The crisp nest of hair, the hot skin, the gorgeous metal barbell piercing his flesh. As he grew, she stroked more boldly, flicking the ends of the metal until he jerked again and let out a groan. Oh yeah, that was sensitive.