Page 111 of Hard to Hold
“Why’s that?”
Wolfe pulled my head down with his other hand, his mouth meeting mine, his lips firm yet soft. I accepted his kiss, leaning into him as his hand traveled higher on my rib cage. It was warm, rough against my skin. My nipples hardened; my sex clenched.
When he pulled back, he groaned. “Because it would make buryin’ my face between your legs so much easier.”
My clit pulsed at his gruffly spoken words.
I'd never been on the receiving end of a dirty-talking man. I had never given much thought to whether or not I'd like it.
Boy, did I like it.
When his hands trailed down my stomach, his fingers resting on the button on my jeans, Wolfe’s green eyes met mine, and I could tell he was seeking permission.
The idea of him doing that here seemed so taboo. But my body ached for him. Since the other night, I'd thought about him and Rhys constantly. Day, night. Didn’t matter. It was as though they’d stoked a flame inside me, and I wanted more of what they’d offered that first night.
With a jerky tilt of my head, I gave him permission to proceed. And in case he misunderstood, I hopped off the desk and stood directly in front of him.
Another growl rumbled in his chest when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my stomach. I cradled his head, my body trembling when he unhooked the button, then lowered the zipper. He continued to kiss my stomach while he reached down and removed my boots, then helped me shimmy out of my jeans.
The wood desk was cold on my butt when he picked me up and put me on it again, but I welcomed the chill because my body was on fire.
“Damn,” Wolfe hissed. “So fuckin’ pretty.”
My face flamed with embarrassment as his fingers trailed between my legs, his thumb grazing my clit.
“Need you naked,” he said, his free hand pushing my shirt up.
I helped by removing my shirt, then my bra. It was definitely taboo to be in my office completely naked while Wolfe was fully dressed.
“I’m gonna have to get you a bigger desk,” he grumbled as he moved the laptop out of the way, then eased me down onto my back.
Wolfe dropped to one knee, then propped my legs over his shoulders as his warm breath fanned my pussy lips.
My back bowed off the desk when his tongue teased my sensitive flesh. “Wolfe…”
“I fuckin’ love when you say my name,” he mumbled before resuming his feast on me.
He licked and sucked, nipped and flicked my clit; all the while, my body coiled tighter, my nipples painfully hard, in desperate need of his touch. When his tongue speared me, fucking me, my breath caught in my throat, and I cried out, unable to stop it as I came in a rush. I was getting used to how easily they could make me orgasm. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I'd never had an orgasm until Wolfe used his mouth on me. After the first time, that incredible feeling was something I longed for.
I was writhing and moaning when he lifted his head, then leaned over me. His hot mouth descended on mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to hold on to him forever.
He must’ve sensed my need because he pulled back, grinned. “Not done with you yet.”
The man was going to drive me completely insane with pleasure.
He stood tall, his fingertips trailing over my chest, then both big hands cupped my breasts, squeezing as he pinched my nipples, his eyes following his movement. I watched his face. Seeing the way he looked at me, as though I was all he ever wanted, did strange things to my insides. I liked this side of Wolfe.
His hands continued lower, his thumbs parting my lips again, his finger trailing over my clit, making me moan.
Wolfe’s gaze lifted to mine. “God, Amy… You’re so fucking beautiful.”
When he said stuff like that, I could almost believe it.
“More,” I whispered. “Please.”
“What do you want?” His thumbs pushed inside me, his finger still teasing my clit, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You. That’s what I want.”
