Page 54 of Made for You

“Well that sounds like a challenge, big bad wolf.”

I crash my lips to hers. I can’t stop myself. Not that I want to.

She deepens the kiss and runs her hands up into my hair, tugging at me to pull me closer to her. I’m starved for her body, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be close enough to her.

Before I take her right here on this island, I pull back to answer her, “It sounds like a challenge I’m more than willing to take on.”

“But when should we start?” Her hands roam under my flannel over my tee.

I pick her up by her ass cheeks, and she wraps her legs around me. “Now sound good? I think you need a reminder.”

“A reminder?” She looks at me confused.

“A reminder of who wants you the most in their arms.” I nip the spot on her neck she likes.

“Mmm,” she moans. “I think I do.”

“Well then. Where should we start?” I walk over to the stove with her in my arms, and shift her to one arm so I can shut the stove off with the other hand. Whatever she’s cooking can wait or burn for all I care. As long as I get her alone.

“Didn’t you come here for dinner?” she asks.

“I told you before, a big bad wolf would be thrilled to eat you all up.” She shivers in my arms.

“The office. Now,” she demands.

Sounds perfect to me.

I walk into the office and place her on the chair. I sweep the desk off with my arm, clearing everything off it. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Emma is going to murder you.”

I scrunch my nose, “Can we not bring up my sister right now?”

She giggles, walking over to me. She slides in front of me under my arm and wraps her arms around my waist dragging her fingers lightly across my skin under my tee.

“Noted. How about you lay me out on this table and feast away, big bad wolf.” She hops up on the desk and scooches her ass backward.

Heat lights my eyes and matches hers. Stalking toward her like my prey, I stand between her legs, wrapping my arms around her and tangling my fists in her hair.

I take her mouth with mine, devouring her, filling every one of my senses with her.

I lift her shirt over her head, and trail kisses down her body until I reach her waist line. Undoing her jeans is a frantic move, desperate to get them off her.

I tug them down until they fall to her ankles. Throwing her legs over my shoulder and sliding her to the edge of the desk.

I drop to my knees and lick one swipe up, “So ready for me, beautiful. Have you been thinking about me doing this again all day?”

“Yes.”

“Even when you were with him? You knew I’d be better at playing your body just the way you like, didn’t you?” I plunge two fingers inside her, rubbing circles around her clit with my thumb.

“Yes,” she pants out again.

“Good girl.” I reward her with my tongue, licking and nipping at the same trail that my finger rubbed just a second ago.

Her hips arch off the edge of the desk and she pushes down on my shoulders with her legs. Desperate to get closer to me.

She is so responsive to my every touch. I splay my hand out on her stomach adding pressure to keep her hips down, denying her what she wants while I bring her to the edge of an orgasm.

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