Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(45)

“It doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.” My words were strained.

“Stop talking.” His hand moved down to the hem of my skirt and up my thigh before he dipped his fingers beneath my lace panties. “Are you this wet for me or for him?”

“I thought we weren’t talking.” I tucked my lips beneath my teeth and tried to compose myself as he continued stroking me. The sensation of his rough fingertips against my core made it difficult to stand.

And without warning, he dropped to his knees and shoved my skirt up so that it bunched at my waist. “Is this what you want?”

He looked up at me, his hair a disheveled mess from me tugging on it. Dark blue eyes burned with something I couldn’t read.

Want.

Desire.

I didn’t see fear this time.

I gave the slightest nod because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeming too eager, but I also knew Wolf well enough to know he wouldn’t continue without me giving him permission.

He was a gentleman and an asshole all at the same time.

He tugged my panties to the side and buried his face between my thighs.

Oh.

My.

God.

His tongue was working its magic, and I could barely contain myself. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. And he took his time. Tasting and licking every inch of me.

My legs were barely holding me up when he shifted and lifted one leg at a time, resting them on his massive shoulders. My heels dug into his back as my head fell back against the door, and his lips pressed against my clit. One finger slipped inside before a second followed. Nothing had ever felt so good in my entire life. This guy was definitely proving his Navy SEAL abilities at the moment, the way he balanced me and pleasured me all at the same time. The way he took his time.

I was panting and writhing beneath him. He groaned against my most sensitive spot, and that’s all it took.

Bursts of white light exploded behind my eyes.

My body shook and trembled in the most erotic way.

My fingers yanked at his hair, and he stayed right there, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure.

Sweat covered my forehead, and my breathing finally slowed.

I glanced down to see him looking up at me with a wicked grin on his face, and he slowly licked his lips. “So sweet, Minx.”

What was this guy’s deal?

He’d pull me in and then distance himself.

I wasn’t having it.

Not this time.

I pulled down one leg at a time from his shoulders and settled my feet on the floor before adjusting my panties and skirt.

He pushed to stand, and I patted my hair into place.

I glanced down to see the impossible-to-miss tent in his pants.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure. I feel much better, and I’ve got a meeting in five. Good luck with that.” I glanced down at his crotch and smirked.

He narrowed his gaze. “Happy to help.”

“See ya.” And I sauntered right out the door.

I’d just let him stew on that for a while.

Two could play this game, and he’d met his match.





eighteen





Wolf





In all my years in the Navy, missions and training and travel, I’d gone weeks without sex. But nothing had compared to the endless throbbing erection that I’d been dealing with since the day Dylan Thomas came to work here.

She’d probably cast her evil spell on my dick just to pay me back.

So maybe I hadn’t reacted right the night we’d gone to Sunday dinner.

I’d freaked out a little.

I wasn’t a relationship guy, and I’d just made out with our chief legal in the back of the car.

And she’d known it because the little diva didn’t miss a beat.

But today… seeing her fall apart on my lips and my tongue—I was fucking done for.

I couldn’t get this woman out of my head, and I didn’t know what the hell that meant. Seeing Buckley Callahan flirt his ass off with her had me seeing red.

It wasn’t rational.

But I never claimed to be a rational guy.

The office was quiet, and almost everyone had gone home as far as I knew. Dylan was in a meeting with Roger last I checked.

“Hey, you still here?” Roger asked as he stood in my doorway.

“Yeah. Heading home in a few. How did your meeting go?”

“Good. She signed the contract, so it looks like it’s official. I’ll finish the season and pass the baton to Dylan. Seems like you two have some sort of oddly close but hateful friendship?” He chuckled.

I could still taste her on my lips.

“Yep. It’ll be fine.”

“All right. Don’t stay too late. How about you make Dylan leave here soon, too? She’ll work all night if you don’t stop her.”

“I’ll check on her.”

He knocked on the door frame before leaving. I heard the elevator bell ding, and I pulled out my phone.

Me ~ Do you want a ride home? I’m leaving in five.

Minx ~ You’re awfully attentive today. First the afternoon delight and now the ride home? <winky face emoji> Me ~ What can I say? I’m very chivalrous.

Minx ~ Not bad for a Neanderthal.