Page 10 of Wolfish Desire (Billionaires of Wolfe Mountain #2)

SIERRA

Lizbeth Avenue is such a pretty street. The entire town is stunning, but I especially like the trees that border the sidewalk here.

An older man wearing a flannel shirt hurries to open the door to the drugstore for me, since I’m carrying a large cardboard box to mail to my sister. “Morning, miss.” He flashes me the friendly, open smile that everyone seems to have around here.

“Good morning. Thank you very much.”

If I’m completely falling in love with Old Hemlock Valley, I’m falling for Kingston even more. Everything about him just feels solid, even though just thinking about him makes my stomach go all fluttery and my head spin.

The post office is in the far back corner of the drugstore. “What are the contents, dear?” the lady behind the counter asks.

“Can we just call it a gift? It’s some small arrangements of twigs and pinecones and stuff.”

She grins. “Oh, how lovely! Yes, I’m sure ‘gift’ is fine.” She takes the parcel, then nods to the plate of small sugar cookies on the counter before putting the box on the scale. “Now, when I turn my back, I expect a few of those to disappear.”

“Thank you,” I say with a laugh, helping myself to two. They melt on my tongue – the bakers around here really do get the butter and sugar balance perfect.

She calculates the postage, and I pay her before turning to leave.

During the short walk back to my car, three more people tell me “Good morning.” I notice that, although their expressions are open and friendly enough, they’re all kind of…

checking me out. I suppose I understand that.

After all, I was seen at the diner yesterday with one of those Wolfe boys.

I blush to the roots of my hair while getting into the car, thinking that one of the pillars of their community was between my legs last night. The physicality of our relationship is maybe…not normal? I always thought people had to get to know each other before they hopped into bed together.

We, on the other hand, have gotten to know each other mentally and physically at the same pace. It feels fast, but also right.

The way Kingston touches me so possessively lights up my soul. So does the feeling of my body wanting to belong to his. The need to connect with him so deeply.

My fingers tremble so much I can barely get the key into the starter. Wow. If I’m this rattled now, what’s going to happen when we actually have sex?

I sputter a laugh. Yes, I’m thinking about that already, after having only known him a few days. It’s right, I know it’s right. Heck, I was practically ready from the start: he’s the one being a gentleman and wanting us to take our time. It’s totally adorable, and speaks to his character.

My sisters are going to freak out when they find out who I’m dating. Probably Dad as well. He’s really into that tech stuff and I’m sure he’s heard of Wolfe Security.

This time I only change my dress twice after getting dinner started. It’s my turn to host, even though it’s not my house. That feels a bit odd.

Kingston arrives at the door five minutes early, holding a large, tasteful bouquet of pink and white roses. Three little golden pinecones are tucked in among the blooms.

“I had to ask them to rifle through the Christmas stuff for those,” he says as I giggle. “Nothing like your arrangements, but I wanted them to be forest-y.”

“Thank you, these are stunning.”

I poke around the kitchen for a vase, and Kingston cheekily lifts the lid of a pot. “Should I stir this?”

“If you mean can you sneak a taste, sure, go ahead.”

He “helps” me in the kitchen by getting in my way, which is adorable. As my hip grazes the front of his pants, a shudder runs through him. The man is hard as stone.

He’s pretending that he’s interested in our dinner, but he’s actually hungry for me. A shiver runs through me at the thought of what might happen tonight.

Just as we’re about to sit down at the table, I step close enough so the front of our bodies are touching as I slide my hands around the back of his neck. “In case I forget to mention it later, I’m on the pill.”

I barely stifle my moan when I feel his thick cock shifting in his pants as he grabs me firmly. His hips scoop, firmly rubbing us together once…twice… Then he takes my shoulders and gently shoves me away.

“Temptress,” he scowls, his eyes dancing.

Dinner is lovely, and although it feels like we’re both trying not to rush, it’s obvious we’re headed for the bedroom again.

Kingston and I are simply two puzzle pieces that were destined to find each other.

Every single touch causes my heart to flutter.

My knees, where we brush under the table.

My wrist, as he trails his fingers along my skin while telling a hilarious story of how his brother Kai once stopped two businessmen from fighting by telling a super inappropriate joke at the meeting.

Before I can even offer him coffee or dessert, Kingston slides his hand into the back of my hair, pulling us together for a slow, deep kiss.

“Dinner was perfect,” he murmurs against my lips. “You, however, are even more perfect.”

My throat tightens as I feel his warm palm dipping into the front of my dress and inside my bra to caress my breast, flicking his thumb across the nipple.

I love that he’s not subtle but is direct about what he wants.

It makes things much easier, since I don’t know how to read signals or play games.

“Do you have room for dessert?” I ask.

He reaches out and lifts me into his lap. “What I’d really like is the taste of you on my lips.” Kingston chuckles as a deep shudder runs through me. “I didn’t shock and offend you with that, did I?”

“Not in the least.” I can feel myself blushing. “I actually like how direct you are.”

His forehead tips toward mine. “Baby, I couldn’t imagine being any other way. I never expected to find someone like you. A heat like this. I figure all we can do now is run with it, right?”

I’m already nodding and standing to take his hand and lead him to the guest room, where I’ve been staying. It’s lovely, but Kingston doesn’t seem interested in the decor or the beautiful view of the forest out the huge window when we get there.

Instead, he pulls me close, his thick fingers fumbling slightly with the hidden zipper at the back of my dress.

“Thank you for the wonderful dinner. Maybe on our next date we’ll go check out one of the restaurants in West Stoneburg or something.

We can hit up a few hiking trails on the way to pick up branches and stuff for your arrangements, too. ”

His deep eyes light up. “Sure. And I know a great spot where we can get you some river rocks.”

I was already one hundred percent ready to have sex with this incredible man. But he’s thinking of my artwork and how he can help me even as he’s slipping my dress off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor? It’s almost too good to be true.

That tweaks both good and bad memories in the back of my brain.

I thought it was “too good to be true” when I saw my sisters growing up and being free to do anything they wanted.

Then again, I also thought it was “too good to be true” that my mother was free to be herself and travel… until she took off and never came back.

All I can do is hope that this is both good and true.

My bra hits the floor, then Kingston replaces the fabric with his hands, cupping my breasts to bring one nipple up to his lips, then the other.

I’m already tingling, my body humming with arousal.

My breath hitches as he reaches down to pull off my panties.

The second they drop, his palms scoop under my ass, lifting me up so my legs can wrap around his waist.

He holds me in place securely, tipping me back and nibbling along the tops of my breasts as I shudder against him.

When his hips shift, I can feel his cock growing swiftly, pressing between my legs.

There’s something lusciously vulgar about the way my open pussy is rubbing against the front of his dress pants.

“Are you going to think of me the next time you wear these pants to an important meeting?” I giggle.

Kingston tips me back up and looks me straight in the eyes. “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you all during every meeting. Every minute. Always.”

He’s so dead serious that I can’t hold back a whimper. He drops me lightly onto the center of the bed, then pulls me into position, yanking my pussy against his mouth. Being manhandled this way makes me feel even more desired. On the verge of spinning out of control.

His tongue slides across my skin, exploring, teasing me with every determined lick. When he latches onto my clit, my fingers spear his hair, pulling him against me. This time I can’t stop writhing. Can’t stop my hips from moving, riding his face as waves of lust course through me.

I’m going to beg him to take me tonight, if I have to. Every gentle pull of his lips against my button makes me feel like I’m floating. He lets out a moan, as if he can’t get enough of my flavor.

I’m dripping. My pussy feels empty, the inner muscles working to pull him inside even though he isn’t there yet. Then it dawns on me that he’s waiting for me to come first so I’m wet enough to take him.

His knuckle begins to drag up and down my slit. As I quiver right on the edge, he looks up at me and winks…and I shatter.

My weak, thready scream echoes around the room as my body shakes, the climax rippling through my entire body. I’m probably tearing his hair out. “Kingston,” I finally choke. “I need…I need…”

He doesn’t stop, continuing the perfect onslaught of sensation until I tip over the edge again, left completely spent and boneless as I sink into the bed.

His eyes blaze as he kisses up my stomach, up my throat, to meet my lips. “What do you need, babe? Tell me.” His voice is dark and rasping.

“I need you inside me,” I blurt, clutching the back of his neck to pull his mouth to mine. I don’t really have the words, so I try to tell him through my kiss that my body needs his. Right now.

His tongue swirls with mine, hands exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. Then his hand slides between my legs, his middle finger dipping inside just enough to tease. “You want me here?”

“Uh huh. Please.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to wait?”

I cup the sides of his face. “No. Now.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then stands up to pull off his shirt. “Sierra, beautiful baby, I’m always going to give you what you need.” He pauses just long enough for his belt and jeans to hit the floor. “Always.”