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“Your finger... inside me.”
I moaned into his mouth as his finger slipped inside me, driving me wild. I let go, my entire body quivering as pleasure rocked through me and I let out a long, low moan, collapsing on Wolfe’s chest.
He held me quietly, soothing me with gentle strokes up and down my back, pressing kisses into my hair. When I was finally calm enough to form a coherent thought, I said, “You still haven’t fucked me.”
His chuckle reverberated through me. “No time like the present, I guess.”
“Finally.” I leaned back, a smile curving my lips at Wolfe’s grin.
“Greedy.”
Running my hands over his chest, I said, “Mm hmm.”
He looked at me, his eyes burning with heat and desire, the gold flecks brighter than I’d ever seen them.
“What do you want to do, princess?”
Oh god, he was letting me take charge?
“I want to take off your shirt,” I replied without hesitating, reaching for the buttons and undoing them as quickly as my shaking fingers allowed. My hands roamed hungrily over his toned abs and broad chest. I wished for the courage to reach lower, to feel him, but I couldn’t quite get myself to do it.
With his hand under my chin, he lifted my face to his. “I said, do what you want.”
Okay then. Without taking my eyes from his, I slid my hand down his rock-hard abs, pressing it against his hard cock through his pants. My breath hitched as I felt the length and thickness of him pressing against my hand. Despite what had just happened, I could feel myself getting aroused all over again by the mere feel of him. His breathing was shallow and ragged as I touched him and it made me brave enough to stroke him through his pants, marveling at the fact that he was this hard because of me.
“Jesus, Esme.” His tone was guttural with need. Pushing his fingers into my hair, he pulled me forward, delving his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hungrily.
He finally pulled away, panting, and I could feel his desire radiating off of him. He reached for the zipper on the back of my dress, but I tensed and he pulled back, a question in his eyes.
I’d been hit with a sudden, overwhelming feeling of not being good enough for him. “I’m not…”
“Not what?” He asked, his voice husky and his eyes dark on my face.
I couldn’t meet his eyes as I replied, “You’ve been with so many women before me, all hotter, sexier, more experienced and better than I could ever be. I’m just not…”
He pulled me close, threading his fingers in my hair and pulling slightly, so I had to tilt my head back to look at him. He looked down into my eyes, his gaze burning as he ran his thumb over my lower lip before leaning in to kiss me forcefully. “You’re right, Esme. I’ve never been with anyone like you before.” The way he said it, the way he looked at me, showed me he really did want me.
I felt a rush of heat as he pulled me close, kissing me as he ran his hands over my body. “Now get this fucking dress off and let me look at you.”
He pushed me to my feet and with shaking fingers, I lowered the zipper, shimmying it over my hips to the floor. This left me standing there in nothing but the sparkly silver high heels and diamond necklace he’d bought me for my birthday.
Wolfe looked at me hungrily, his eyes roving over every inch of me. His gaze was electric, sending shivers down my spine as I stood there, completely vulnerable.
Reaching up, he trailed his finger from the top of my breasts, all the way down to just above my pubic bone. “Beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
Without warning, he grabbed my hips, pulling me into his lap so that I was straddling him. With his lips on mine again, he raised his hands to play with my breasts. I arched into his touch, biting my lip to hold in a moan as he went lower with his mouth, pressing hot kisses down my neck and chest.
My breathing was ragged now as Wolfe’s hands explored every inch of me. His fingers teased and caressed in all the right places until I was aroused beyond belief, desperate for something much deeper than these light touches.
“God, I’m so fucking turned on,” I moaned softly against his lips.
I felt him smiling against my skin and when his hands gripped my ass and pulled me forward, I cried out at the feel of his hard cock pressing against me from beneath. If he hadn’t been holding me so tightly, I would have thrust my hips mindlessly.
“You want it now?” His voice was low and husky. All I could do was nod slightly in response, my mouth too dry for words. He eased me back just enough to undo his pants and my eyes widened as his cock bobbed free. Fuck, he was so gorgeous.
He pulled a condom from his pocket and quickly opened the packet and rolled it on. Then he was guiding me onto him, pushing himself deep inside me so that he filled me completely.
He felt like pure fire, and I let out a shuddering breath of pleasure. Holding my hips in a tight grip, he lifted me and lowered me again so slowly that I felt every inch of him against my skin. He did it again, and I laid my hands flat on his hard, muscled chest, feeling his heart thundering under my palm. I was sure the beat matched my own.