Page 59 of Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

w. Dicks hold no interest for me—not unless they’re attached to Jarett Lowe.

“Ah shit,” he groans when I lick his cock like a lollipop, dragging my tongue along the underside, then sucking on the head. “Christ, Gigi.”

His hand tightens in my hair, tugging a bit too hard, but I don’t mind. The tiny pinpricks of pain send sparks of sensation straight to my core. I moan, the urge to dip a hand between my legs and press to ease the delicious pressure getting more and more difficult to resist.

Another groan, and his hips roll, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I choke when it hits the back of my throat, but I don’t want him to stop. God, I want him to fuck my mouth harder.

I want him to come.

My pussy throbs in time to the thrust of his hips, and I whimper, my hand sneaking down between my thighs without me realizing, just pressing over my drenched panties, and the pleasure makes me moan even louder than before, around his cock.

“Christ, oh fuck, goddammit…” His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged, and then he suddenly pulls out, gasping, his cock jerking in long spasms as he comes all over his chest. “Fuck. Fuck.”

I love it. Love making him come, seeing him lose control and make those sexy sounds. He pulls away, and as I rub a hand over my burning lips, I’m sad it’s already over.

Yeah, I’m officially crazy, one hundred percent certifiable. And I’m crazy about the one guy I shouldn’t want.

“Come here.” Hands under my arms, lifting me up to me feet, steadying me. My face is mashed to a muscular chest. “You okay?”

I inhale his intoxicating scent and nod, trying to gather my thoughts. “Yeah.”

“Dammit.” He turns me around and pushes me down to sit in the chair he vacated only minutes ago. Feels like years. “I’ll be right back.”

I blink, wondering what just happened, following him with my eyes as he pulls up his jeans, tucking himself away, then grabs his T-shirt from the floor to clean his chest. I stare at the butterfly bandages I put on his back, white against his inked skin, and shift uncomfortably, my clit thrumming.

Then he’s back in front of me, going down on one knee. “Want some water? Did I hurt you?”

I open my mouth. Close it. Shake my head.

“Kay.” He runs a big hand through his hair, and I’m staring again. “Okay, good. So what do you want?”

“What…?” I can’t think straight. Can’t think at all. “Nothing.”

His mouth lifts up to one side in a smirk. “That’s not true.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want me, Gigi. Admit it.”

That snaps me out of my daze. “Shut up.”

The smirk grows. “I bet you’re all wet for me.” His bright eyes dip to my lap where my hands are twisted up together. “Shall I check?”

“No.”

“So fucking soaked. I can smell you, you know.” His eyes darken. “You smell so good I wanna eat you whole.”

Oh God, he’s right. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing. This has never happened to me before. And I don’t know what to do about it. About this.

About him.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, his voice low and rough, and familiar heat floods my cheeks. “Undress for me.”

I swallow hard. “What?”

“I wanna see you, Gigi. Wanted to ever since I met you. See you, touch you, kiss you. Goddammit, you’ve been driving me nuts.”

Every word hits me like a hammer blow. Because I’d hoped to hear him say this for years, yeah, ever since we met, but I never thought he saw me that way.

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