Page 10 of Wolfish Hunger
Every excuse to brush into each other makes me quiver. Every reason for him to press tenderly against me. Every opportunity where he runs his fingertips along the inside of my wrist…my elbow…the side of my neck…
This giant of a man isseriously into me. I can tell it’s not just him hitting on the new girl in town. It’s like he’s been waiting for me for years and is thrilled that we’ve finally met. At least, that’s how it feels throughout the meal.
We load the dishwasher together, and I’m impressed that he knows enough to put the glasses on the top rack. Not something I would expect of a billionaire tech dude.
I looked up Wolfe Security last night, then immediately kind of wished I hadn’t. Kane appears to be such a grounded and mellow mountain man that that kind of money, power, andinfluence doesn’t seem like him at all. Which only points out the obvious: I barely know the guy. Also, he’s twelve years older than me.
Even so, I don't hesitate for a second when he suggests moving to the couch.
Even though he has a massive fireplace, he picks a campfire channel on the TV for a warm glow and soft crackle. His arm slips around me, and I snuggle up into his shoulder. Everywhere we touch – our hips, along our thighs, my hand on his shoulder – it feels like the pops and sparks of the fire are coming from just under our skin.
It's impossible to make sense of how hungry I am for him.
I know hunger. When I was young, we spent many years quite poor before dad got his company going. Sometimes we had to ration food between paychecks, and I had a knot of hunger twisting away for weeks.
I've also been hungry to find my own place in the world. A real home. A sense of purpose.
But nothing compares to this hunger for Kane. It's raw and wild…and because we just met, it also feels kind of forbidden.
My head tips back, inviting him to kiss me. Kane takes the hint immediately, his firm lips molding to mine with an instant heat that makes me tingle from head to toe.
"So soft," he murmurs, as he slips his left hand into the back of my hair. "And so beautiful." He pulls back and cocks an eyebrow. "I also like your quiet sass, for the record. You're the whole package, baby. "
He kisses me again with even more intensity. His right hand drifts along my hip, then up under my t-shirt to settle at my waist, his fingers trailing back and forth along my skin.
I don't know how to tell this incredible man that he can do anything he wants to me. With me. That I'm ready for anything and everything he has in mind.
Even though I still can't believe he’s with me. On paper, this is the kind of guy women swoon over. In reality – no, he's so sexy and gorgeous that he's more dream than reality.
"I think you can tell by now that I want you." His voice is a deep, rasping whisper. "But tonight, I just want to touch you and explore. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Anything."
His deep eyes smolder as they lock with mine. "Anything, hey? Yeah, we'll get to that, beautiful. For now, I just need to see and hear you come for me."
His eyes light up with a grin when he notices the shudder that runs through me. Then his hand slips around my back to unhook my bra.
His lips meeting mine again helps to stifle my deep moan as his palm slips around to caress my breast. Every tiny movement feels electrically charged – the way our lips part, and his tongue explores mine. His thumb gently flicking across my nipple while his fingers explore my sensitive skin. His hand pressing on the back of my head to angle my mouth to his.
The kiss feels like it goes on forever. Or perhaps my altered heart rate is just making time seem both faster and slower at once.
"My sexy girl," he growls, pinching my nipple gently before his hand slowly skims down my front to play with the button of my jeans. The expression on his face is one of pure longing mixed with lust and…it's almost like in the movies, when the characters stare at each other with pure love. Could he really be falling for me already?
The feelings I have for Kane are so intense I don't even have words for them. Everything is just an inarticulate blur. A happy, messy, lusty blur.
He opens the top button, then asks, “Yes?”
I nod, needing to swallow to find my voice. "Yes."
Wow, he is so boyishly handsome when he grins like that. And he seems just as eager to explore as I am. As if the age difference between us means less than nothing.
It feels like the muscles in his hand are tense as he slowly undoes my jeans, then slips his fingers into my pink cotton panties. I’d like to say that I would have worn fancier underwear if I had thought this was going to happen, but I honestly don't have anything nicer.
My legs fall open automatically, and I wiggle my jeans down a bit so he has some room to move. We both inhale sharply at the same time when his fingertips nudge slowly along my sensitive skin.
Kane kisses me, turning the world blurry again. I'm stunned at the range of energy behind his kisses. Gentle. Playful. And now, consumed by lust. Can he hear my heart slamming around in my ribcage?
"So sweet," he mutters.
