Her body flamed so hot and bright she was surprised burn marks didn’t appear on her skin. She began to shake, and her belly uncurled so a river of warmth coursed between her thighs, tightening her muscles, gripping her with a need she’d never experienced or believed could be real. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Because tonight I’m going to fuck you. All night. If I was a true friend, I’d walk out that door and give you the space to rebuild your walls. You deserve that. But I’m a selfish prick who needs you in my bed so bad I’ll trade my soul to the devil for one taste of you. Still listening?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“I’ll give you three seconds to run. It’s the smart thing to do. Just walk away from me and we’ll never mention this again. We’ll go back to being friends, push this whole episode aside, and go on pretending. But if you’re still standing here after that, you’re mine. Every part of you. And I promise you’ll never question your ability to cast a sexual spell on a man so deep and encompassing he’ll spend the rest of his life comparing you to every other woman he touches.”
Her head spun, the room tilted, and she grasped his arm to keep her balance. “Wolfe.”
“One.”
Her stomach dropped to her toes. His mouth moved closer.
“Oh, God.”
“Two.”
She swallowed, one foot poised for flight, knowing it would wreck everything, change their relationship forever, open a door that could never be shut and locked again.
“I don’t—”
“Three. Too late. You belong to me for tonight.”
“I think—”
“Don’t think. Just give me everything you got.”
He cupped her cheeks, dropped his head, and took her mouth.
Twenty
HELL WAS SO very worth the trip.
From the moment Wolfe began driving to his apartment, his gut screamed foul. He’d finally turned around, cursing the whole way, and figured he’d stake out the place to make sure no one bothered her. The idea of meeting her one-night lover screwed with his head and his stomach, but he’d honor his promise.
When he spotted her car, he only meant to peek through a window and make sure she was safe. That’s all. Nothing else. Until he heard the sobs. Sheer panic hit him, and the adrenaline rush was wickedly high. He’d been ready to kick ass and throw his fists, but she’d been alone on the bed, weeping her heart out until he felt as awful as after a three-night binge in Vegas. Gathering her in his arms was so natural, he never thought about anything but getting her to calm down, and taking away the pain. Then he’d kick the shit out of someone.
She was so damn beautiful—makeup smeared, lips swollen, hair messy and sexy over her shoulders. When she confessed what had happened, it took him a while to recover his powers of thought and speech. To think a man out there couldn’t want her was beyond him. He lived with the knowledge and torture every minute, every day, a priceless treasure within reach that he was unable to touch. The self-disgust within her eyes tipped the scales. He was done. There was no way he was walking away without proving how gorgeous and hot and desirable she was.
Yeah, it was a real sacrifice.
Wolfe played fair and gave her the opportunity to run. When she still stood before him, the victory that she’d be completely his almost brought him to his knees.
Until his mouth took hers.
And he realized he’d belong to her just as completely.
She owned him. He expected softness and surrender and a complete relinquishment of control. He intended to dominate, pleasure, possess. But she was so much more. Her tongue battled his when he parted the seam of her lips to plunder and invade. When his fingers gripped her hips to lift her up, she wrapped her legs around him, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding on tight. Her dress hiked above her thighs, and his erection pushed against the fragile barrier of her panties, demanding entry. She made a low, whimpering sound in the back of her throat and he went wild, walking her forward so her back slammed against the wall and he was able to get more leverage. He bit and sucked her lower lip, diving back deep to relish her taste—that combination of fruit and honey he couldn’t seem to get enough of. She twisted against him, just as wild and hot to get at him, and the damn dress cock blocked him until he wrestled one hand to rip at the back.
Their mouths broke apart and she panted, “Get it off.”
“Trying. Zipper’s stuck. Do you love the dress?”
“Kind of.”
“I’ll buy you another.” Holding her braced tight against the wall, he grasped the top of the delicate lace crochet thing and roughly pulled.
The tearing sound cut through the air with total satisfaction. He removed the ripped fabric and came in contact with warm, soft skin, bare and fragrant and delicious. Her full breasts were restrained in a black bra, and tiny lace panties covered the juncture of her thighs. Her thighs squeezed and one of her spiked heels dug into his ass. He grunted in heaven and a bit of pain.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s gonna get a hell of a lot worse. Jesus, you’re more gorgeous than I imagined. Look at you.”
He cupped her breast, flicked the tip with his finger through the lace, and watched in satisfaction as her nipple tightened to a hard point. Her chest moved up and down for gulps of air, and her pulse beat wildly at the base of her neck. A rosy glow flushed her white skin. “I dreamed of this for so damn long, but the reality of you is so much better.” He lowered his head and sucked on her nipple, nibbling with his teeth and getting her all wet. His fingers flexed to dive deep into her pussy to find the same, but he was afraid he’d come in his jeans like a horny teen if he took too much of her too soon.