Page 45 of A Package Deal

I let my fingers relax and let go of his neck. With my arms stretched out wide on the bed, I nodded. “I trust you. Do your worst, Wolfe.”

His satisfied grin was the thing of legends. The rumble of his approval and the filthy things he whispered in my ears became the soundtrack of my night as I let myself get lost.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Warrick

I’d always found Emmerleigh enticing and that attraction only grew when I saw how capable she was on the job. Then it reached dizzying heights as I saw her selfless love for Georgia. There was something infinitely sexy about seeing a good mom in action. Boon would be giving me shit about my crush on my temporary wife if he were here, calling her a MILF. He’d be right too. After she boldly sat on my lap tonight, there was nothing I wanted more than to fuck the fight right out of Em.

But it was when she splayed her arms wide on the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist, and told me she trusted me that the attraction exploded into a fever pitch. I didn’t waste time asking if she was sure. Call me an asshole, but I wasn’t going to give her time to think about all the ways this could go sideways. She had enough reasons tumbling around that brain of hers to call this off and I sure as shit wasn’t going to be the one to pump the brakes.

I felt a bit like a kid at Christmas, unwrapping what he knew was going to be the best gift under the tree. I peeled that flimsy excuse for a tank top over Em’s head and tossed it over my shoulder. Her breasts, the small globes tipped with dusty-pink, hard nipples, were mine for the feasting. My hands got there first, my brain screaming at me to be gentle as I cupped them. My thumbs stroked over the tips and I greedily watched her eyes shutter as she sucked in a breath. I dipped my head and pulled one taut nipple into my mouth, registering the way her thighs tightened around me as I sucked. Every single reaction from her body was like a gold star, a pat on the back, a fucking trophy for my shelf.

Emmerleigh worked her ass off for both herself and Georgia. She’d endured a horrible betrayal by her ex and lost her mom soon after. As only her temporary husband, combined with her stubborn streak, there was only so much she’d let me help with. For tonight, I intended to use everything I had to keep her so in tune with her body, her brain would take the night off. No stress, no worrying, no planning for tomorrow. Just feeling. Just pleasure.

I let her nipple slide free of my mouth with a wet pop. “Fuck, Em. I could stay here all night and feast on you.”

She pressed her lips together, like she was trying to stifle a smile. Well, that just wouldn’t do. I wanted her screaming my name. Granted, Georgia was just down the hall, so I’d have to settle for a whimper, but I didn’t want Em repressing anything.

“Nu-uh.” I shook my head and her eyes refocused on me, confused. “I want you so out of your mind, I have to keep my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. Stay right there.”

I pushed off the bed and disentangled from her legs. I could barely walk I was so hard, but I had an idea, and now that it was in my brain, I couldn’t let it go. I needed to know her trust went deeper than the words. Grabbing one of my fancy leather belts out of the closet, I came back to the bed.

“I’m going to test this trust of yours. Think you can handle it?”

Em’s eyes went wide as she took in the length of leather, but then her chin tilted up stubbornly. Fuck, she was cute when she wanted to argue.

“I said do your worst,” she said defiantly.

I grinned. “Give me your hands.”

She plucked her arms from the bed and held them out to me, much like she’d submit to being arrested, something I was sure she had no experience with other than watching crime shows on television. I secured the belt around her wrists, dropping a kiss on the tattoo of Georgia’s name on her inner forearm. Making sure it was tight but also careful that she wasn’t in pain, I stretched the opposite end up toward the headboard. I sure hoped my parents hadn’t bought a cheap bed frame for this room because I was about to test its limits. I shifted Em up the bed and secured the end of the strap to the headboard. When I was satisfied with my work, I sat back and gazed at the scene she made, breasts bare and trussed up to my bed.

“You look fucking stunning.”

Her eyes closed just briefly and she turned her face into her arm.

“Except for one thing.”

Her eyes flew open. I reached over and slid my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, stripping them down her legs in one swift tug. She gasped and squeezed her legs together.

“Uh-uh,” I tutted. My hands went to her ankles, stroking her skin there in deep sweeps that had her calves twitching. I moved upward, working the tight muscles until her thighs gave just an inch. “Open up for me, baby.”

Her face went in her arm again, but she obeyed, spreading her knees a measly few inches.

“You think I can fit between there?” I had to grip myself through my pajama pants. I was dying to get between her legs and devour her after that brief taste last night. “Open wider or I’ll have to get belts for your ankles too.”

Her mouth popped open and she glared at me. Which was fine. I liked that better than hiding her face. Defiantly, she bent her knees and let them fall to the sides, baring a shaved, dripping cunt that was prettier than anything I’d ever seen.

“Em,” I groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I had to purposely slow my breathing. If I didn’t, this would all be over before I even got my damn pants off. I shifted closer and knelt before her. Fuck, she deserved to be worshipped like some kind of goddess of sexuality. I lay down on the bed, my hands smoothing over her thighs, watching the way her muscles jumped at my touch.

“Put your legs over my shoulders, baby.” She complied. “Such a good girl. You must have a greedy little pussy.”

She whimpered, her face turning back into her arm, her hips shifting restlessly on the bed. I ran my nose up her thigh, getting a whiff of her arousal as I went. My dick was pissed at me for taking things so slow, but he could fuck right off. I vowed to make this good for Em. Somehow, while I’d asked Em to give up her control, I’d lost mine.

My face dropped to her heat and I ran my tongue up her slit, nearly growling as she whimpered and tightened her thighs around my head. I did it again, this time grazing my teeth over her clit. She tasted like heaven. I dove in, licking, sucking, tasting, not giving her a single second to acclimate before I changed tactics. This was a feast and I was the wolf devouring her.

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