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Finally, he laid me down onto the table and, even though it was hard and uncomfortable, I didn’t notice, because my nipple was still aching from his teeth. And all those things couldn’t stop the raging desire in my loins for this man, an inferno I was hoping he could quell for at least a few moments.

I began to slide my hands off his back to unbutton my jeans, but he started working on them before I could. As I lifted my ass, he pulled them down along with my panties, taking them to about my knees. Then he removed one of my boots and pulled the jeans and panties off that side, letting the other side cling to my foot with the boot.

This time, he got on his knees, and, as he did, he slid his hands underneath my ass, pulling me closer to him. Then he spread my thighs wide and, in seconds, I could feel his breath on my pussy. I closed my eyes, savoring all the tactile sensations, like how the little hairs of his beard tickled my inner thighs, causing every nerve, every muscle to anticipate his touch on the one place demanding his attention, eagerly awaiting the first stroke of his tongue.

But I was going to have to wait.

He started kissing and licking my thigh, mere inches away from my pussy. Reaching out, I ran my fingers into his hair, almost as if it would give me some sense of control, because right now, the sensation running through my veins was like a runaway car, and I felt like I was about to crash into something. Placing my feet, one still in a boot, against his back, I curled my toes.

Still, I felt helpless, needy, and desperate.

As if he sensed it, he touched my clit ever so slightly, causing me to gasp as my muscles clenched again.

“Goddamn, I love how wet your pussy gets for me, bird. Makes me hard all over again.”

I let out a soft sigh, loving the promise of his rigid cock filling me up—but then, as he began to gently tickle my clit with the tip of his tongue, I bit down on my lip while a loud groan rumbled in my throat.

Holy shit. The way he teased my body was agonizing but oh, so delicious. My fingers tensed around his scalp as he continued to gently caress my clit with this tongue. Then, when he removed one hand from my thigh, I anticipated his next move. Sucking down a deep breath, I bit my lip again as I waited for the next sensation.

It, too, was down below. He slid a finger inside my pussy just as he slightly increased the speed of his tongue. I couldn’t quite tell what he was doing with that finger, but my breathing was growing deeper. Even now, he wasn’t exerting a lot of pressure on my clit.

And it was ridiculous all the sounds coming out of my mouth—panting, tiny groans, words I wasn’t even thinking. I began gulping air and, as I did, he increased the pressure, intensity, and speed of his magical tongue.

I muttered something about being close, likely not a surprise to my masterful lover, and my thighs began quivering againsthis head. Even now, he held one of my thighs as my body began reacting, out of my control, but in the best way possible.

Involuntarily, I moaned loudly just as a wave of pleasure, not unlike a swell in the ocean, washed over my mind with force. My entire body joined in unison as the pleasure rippled through my flesh, again lighting up my brain and every single nerve in my body. It was like I’d caught on fire and my body was about to consume everything around us in a raging inferno as he continued to lash out at my pussy with his tongue, keeping those flames ignited.

Finally, though, as my body released all that energy, the waves soothed into a gentle lapping at the shore. All my muscles felt heavy, relaxed, and I loosened my grip on his hair that had somehow become wrapped around my fingers.

When he removed his finger and began kissing my thighs, my skin felt overly sensitive, and I sucked down a couple of tiny breaths.

Wolf stood, kissing my belly and I opened my eyes. Jesus, he was gorgeous, his green eyes ablaze. “How do you feel, songbird?”

I let out a slow breath and smiled. “Like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“That seems fitting, because you sure as shit look like an angel.”

I laughed. And one of the sweetest gestures this man had ever done for me was sitting me up before scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom. There, he lay me down on the bed, finally removing the other boot along with the rest of my clothing. Then he pulled the covers out from underneath me and pulled them over my body before curling up next to me. He held me close, making me feel like the most precious thing he’d ever seen in his life.

I wished I had the energy to tell him how he made me feel. Safe, protected.

Loved.

As I fell asleep in his arms, feeling the happiest I ever had in my life, I had no problems drifting off, my dreams full of contentedness and bliss.

There was no way I could have known at that moment that none of this was going to last.

CHAPTER 40

Coffee. Bacon. Maybe eggs. Those were the scents drifting into my nostrils, pulling me from a dream. Even before I opened my eyes, I could sense the sunlight streaming into the bedroom.

Ah…I was in Wolf’s bed. I could smell his scent on the pillow, but I knew he was no longer here.

Finally, I opened my eyes and took in the room.

And it hit me: we were no longer a secret!

Today was a day off, so I wasn’t in a huge hurry to get out of Wolf’s hair—and, judging by the breakfast I knew he was cooking up, maybe he wasn’t so ready for me to leave either.

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