Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(50)

“There will be very little sleep going on tonight. I promise you that.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I chuckled as he tossed my sweater on the floor, and his eyes took in the black lace bra that covered my breasts.

“I’ve literally fantasized about these tits for weeks. Fucking weeks, Minx.”

His hands moved gently over the front of my bra, making my already hard nipples ache. He slipped one strap down my shoulder, and his mouth came down over my breast, and I yelped.

He licked and sucked and leaned me back as he tugged the other strap down. He took turns going from one breast to the other, reaching behind my back and removing my bra altogether before he chucked it across the room. He continued the slow torture for what felt like forever, until I writhed beneath him, so desperate for his mouth on mine, I nearly begged him to kiss me.

“Wolf,” I whispered, not hiding the desire in my voice. His mouth found mine, and I tangled my fingers in his hair to urge him closer.

His hands moved down my stomach, and he tugged the zipper on the side of my skirt, slowly pulling it down my legs and dropping it onto the floor. His fingers teased the waistband of my black lace panties, and he pulled back to look at me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

I hadn’t expected this kind of care. I thought we’d probably rip one another’s clothes off, get this attraction out of our systems, and never speak of it again.

But we’d become friends somewhere along the way of hating one another.

And I didn’t want to rush this either.

“You have on too many clothes.” I pushed him back and moved to my knees, reaching for the buttons on his dress shirt. He clearly wasn’t feeling as patient as I was at the moment, because he reached down and tore his dress shirt apart, and buttons flew in every direction, which made me laugh.

“I thought we were taking our time?” I pushed the fabric down his shoulders and gaped at the distinct six-pack of abs staring right at me. Damn. He was a chiseled god beneath his clothing. It was almost unfair how good-looking the man was. My fingers traced the gold eagle outlined in black on his shoulder. There was an anchor, a pistol, and some sort of pitchfork incorporated into it. His other arm was inked, but I was too impatient to investigate it at the moment.

“I’m taking my time with you. I don’t care how my clothes come off.” He yanked at his pants, along with his briefs, and had them pulled down his legs within seconds.

I gaped at his glorious body. Wide shoulders, cut muscles, black and gold ink, all leading down to a narrow waist and a gigantic package. Yes, I’d seen it earlier. I knew it was impressive. But seeing it now, as he stood there naked in front of me, had my mouth watering and my thighs trembling.

This is new.

It was probably the earlier orgasm that had me getting all worked up so quickly.

He tipped me back gently, and his mouth settled near my belly button. Warm breath tickled and teased my skin, and I nearly arched off the bed. Calloused fingers ran down my belly, and his teeth caught the band of my panties before he slowly tugged them down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

Leaving us both completely bare.

And I’d never felt more wanted in my life.





twenty





Wolf





Holy shit. I’d been with my fair share of women. Especially over the last decade when I was traveling year-round and hadn’t had a serious relationship.

I enjoyed sex.

I enjoyed women.

But nothing compared to this.

To Dylan Thomas lying naked on a white silk comforter with her blonde hair splayed all around her like a fucking angel.

Her body was even more impressive than the fantasy of her.

She had a lean frame with enough muscle to make it clear she was fit as fuck. I knew she was athletic, but her curves were soft and feminine at the same time.

Someone broke the fucking mold when they made this woman because I’d never seen anyone more beautiful in my life.

And she was all mine for the night.

I kissed her, my mouth trailing down her body, tasting every inch of her just as I’d promised. But she’d surprised the hell out of me when she’d made it clear that she wanted me on my back, and I’d let her roll me over so she could take control. She’d explored my body until I’d nearly embarrassed myself and blown a load just from the feel of her mouth on my chest and stomach.

She’d taken control, just as I had.

But I was not a patient man. Not when it came to this woman.

My fingers came around her upper arms, and she pulled back to look at me. A wicked grin was on her face because she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“Have you had enough?” she asked, her voice so sexy and filled with need that I didn’t bother responding.

I flipped her onto her back, and my knee moved between her legs, pushing them apart and settling between her thighs.

“Never enough, Minx. I want more.”

“Me, too,” she said, her fingers stroking my jawline. I closed my eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the feel of her soft skin gliding against my harsh stubble.

I leaned back and reached for my pants beside the bed, grabbing my wallet and pulling out a condom. I tore off the top with my teeth and tossed it onto the floor near the heap of clothes we’d left there. She pushed up on her elbows as if she were dying to watch as I slid the latex over my erection.