Page 28 of Vicious Sabotage

In the dim light she always left on over the range at night, Wolfe’s face was partly in shadow. But the desire in his hooded eyes was very clear.

Her insides, that had been tingling before, blazed. The skimpy thong underwear she’d donned after her shower flooded with desire.

She cut her gaze over the chiseled planes of his chest. His shoulders were thick, blocky with muscle put there from who knew how many pushups and toting a heavy weapon all over the world. His pecs were hard, she knew from pressing against him so wantonly in the alley outside Badlands.

And that trail of brown hair was like an arrow between the two halves of his six-pack abs, disappearing in the low-hanging waist of his jeans.

Her mouth dried out at the memory of just how hard that part of him had been. When he kissed her, she’d felt his stiff cock surge against her body and had to clench her fingers to keep from taking it out and guiding him between her legs.

Harsh need pulsed between them for thirty straight seconds.

Just as she thought they might be going on a minute, he broke the silence.

“You’re cute.”

“Mean.” She didn’t sound very convincing. The word sounded raspy with desire.

He opened his arms. “Show me what ya got, woman.”

It was on.

She threw herself into his arms. He planted his hand on her bare ass cheek, right over the red mark he put there. His mouth crashed onto hers, drawing a dual moan from them.

Their tongues twisted together. He skipped over the preliminaries and cupped her breast. When he swished his thumb across her nipple, it puckered, and her pussy squeezed with want.

Passion throbbed in her core as she explored his bare skin with her hands. Then she tore her mouth free to taste him.

He tasted like salt and musk. His flesh felt like silk covering steel.

She imagined that his cock would feel the same in her mouth.

He plucked at her nipple and let out a growl. Before she realized what he was doing, he picked her up and set her on the counter. Dipping his head, he took control of her mouth. His kisses dizzied her. His hands made her burn up.

When he ducked his head and captured her nipple through the cloth of her nightgown, she let her head drop back on a moan of ecstasy.

Each sucking pull of his mouth shot her higher until stars shimmered behind her closed eyes.

He skimmed his hands down her waist, her hips.

As he gripped her thighs—hard—she let out a gasp.

His dark eyes flashed. She had no clue of his intention until he hooked his finger in the crotch of her thong and yanked it aside, exposing her wet pussy.

He dropped to his knees and buried his tongue inside.

Right there. With her sitting on her kitchen counter.

Juices flooded his probing tongue. Crying out, she dug her fingers into his hair and rocked her pussy against his tongue.

“Oh god!”

He growled in response, slicking his tongue through her folds to her stiff clit. He closed his lips around her nubbin and gave it a soft tug that made her eyes roll back in her head.

This was insane.

It was bliss.

She’d never ached for a man as much as she did right this moment. She needed his tongue all over her body, his fingers inside her. His cock thrusting into her tight walls.

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