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Suddenly, I changed lanes. I’d gone from enjoying myself to knowing without a doubt that an orgasm was right around thecorner. Wolf began lapping at my clit, swirling his tongue in such a way to send gentle waves of pleasure throughout my body—not an orgasm, not yet, but a delicious feeling of being wrapped in a cocoon of never-ending delectable desire just on the verge of exploding. Never had I felt so sexy, so—

My thighs started to tremble and I gasped as I drew in a deep breath. Jesus. It was right there, that moment before I fell over the edge. I’d experienced it so many times at my own hand that I knew when I was close. Wolf slid his hands underneath my ass and tilted me in such a way that his tongue hit me at a different angle…

And there I went.

Complete, utter, total out-of-my-mind pleasure. Wave after wave.

Then Wolf’s tongue went from the gentle, steady lapping to an onslaught—faster, harder pressure on my most sensitive spot until I indeed moaned loudly and screamed his name.

When it was over, I thought maybe I’d died. And the way I felt, that might have been okay.

But there was no denying I would now worship this man until my dying day.

CHAPTER 27

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby.”

As I felt Wolf moving back up to the head of the bed, my heart thudded in my chest. Although I didn’t open my eyes, I smiled.

Had I ever felt this satisfied? My muscles had relaxed so completely that it felt like they were going to melt into the bed.

He kissed my neck. “How you feeling?”

“Like melted ice cream.”

“Is that good?”

“Better than.” When I finally opened my eyes, Wolf somehow seemed more handsome than ever before.

“Are you ready for part two or do you need to rest for a little bit?”

I wanted to remind him how he’d pushed me away for weeks, telling me what a bad boyfriend he was. This right here…this proved he was the antithesis. He was an above-and-beyond boyfriend.

But he’d likely meant later…after the glow would eventually wear off. For now, while I felt like I was sitting by a gentle fire, I didn’t think about what the future might bring.

“I am more than ready.” I could have gone right to sleep, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to enjoy feeling him moving inside me again, but this time experiencing his pleasure with him. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him to let him know where I wanted him. As he slid back inside me, I said, “You’re still hard.”

God, his smile was so cute. “Bringing you to ecstasy is a natural turn on. What you feel right now…that’s all because of you.”

Jesus. Wolf was a smooth talker, something I hadn’t noticed before…but he’d probably been restraining himself. And because he had no problem expressing himself, I found myself talking more than I would have. “You feel so fucking good, Wolf.”

“So do you, bird. You’re wrapped around my cock like a glove.”

After a bit, something started happening to my body, something I hadn’t expected. That crazy orgasm he’d brought on before with his wicked tongue—it acted like it wasn’t done yet. As his shaft dove in and out of me, he somehow reignited the flame and my brain exploded all over again. It wasn’t as intense as before, but it still made my legs quiver around his frame.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy.” That was all he could say before he drove into me again and then paused, and I could almost feel the pulse of his cock as he let it all go. But then he opened his eyes as if he was coming to his senses. “Do you need me to keep going?” he asked, his voice quiet as he stopped moving.

“No. I’m more than good.”

“Okay.” He rested his head on the pillow next to mine and simply breathed for a while. The silence in his room was peaceful and I felt myself getting sleepy, but after a few minutes, Wolf rolled off me. “Be right back.” He went in the bathroom, flipping the light on, and pushed the door but it stayed open a crack as he urinated.

Maybethatwasn’t so sexy, but I loved that he felt comfortable enough that he didn’t have to lock the door.Thatwas sexy—trust, comfort, even a little vulnerability. Or maybe I was overanalyzing it. While he was in the bathroom, I snuggled under the covers, loving how soft and warm his bed felt against my bare skin. When he came back in, I stared at his chest. It was covered in tattoos, mostly black and white. On his pecs were the wordsBorn to Ride.

He reallyhadbeen a hardcore biker. What was his connection to all that now? Was the club really gone or just laying dormant?

And when could I get away with asking?

“Do you want to eat later?”

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