Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She wanted him. He knew it.
Just as he wanted her. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared at her. Those lips, that body, he wanted her.
Going to the Poison Bar wasn’t for the beer, or to see Val. No, it was for his chance to watch Amelia, closely. To see the sway of her luscious hips as she moved. He couldn’t believe one of the men hadn’t snatched her up. Sure, she had a few … problems. The main one being a social pariah to the pack, but for that body, any man could overlook her social life and just lose himself in all of her softness.
Soft curves.
Sexy thighs.
Every single part of her was sexy.
He accepted the coffee from her and took a large swallow, attempting to burn the beast that was threatening to come to the surface. Wolfe couldn’t remember the time he had a nice hard fuck, where he’d drowned himself in some nameless, faceless cunt to keep his needs in check.
Amelia’s apartment was small. The scents she was giving off weren’t helping him. His dick was already rock hard.
He wanted to be inside her. To feel her slick cunt wrapped around his cock. Would she make sweet sounds as he fucked her? Did she like it dirty? Hard? Was fucking her going to be as great as he imagined?
Maybe one taste. One touch. To see if it was worth it.
When it came to Amelia, she was an enigma. He wanted to know more. Maybe, just maybe, giving in to his needs this once would put to rest any other feelings he might have about her.
“Wolfe?” she asked.
Even her voice was pure fucking sex.
He took her coffee mug and placed it down on the counter, along with his.
Staring at her, her brown eyes wide, he debated for the shortest moment if he should even do this. Then she licked her lips. It wasn’t an overtly sensual move, but one that completely made him throw all caution out of the wind and just take.
With Amelia, he’d been a gentleman. Never crossing any personal boundaries or lines.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her toward him, slamming his lips down on hers. Her moan came out seconds before he swallowed it down as he kissed her. She moaned again, wrapping her arms around him, and he held her close to him, feeling those full tits and her soft body against his. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Pure, fucking sex. Everything he ever wanted. Wrapped up in a vegan package.
As he slid his fingers up into her hair, she opened her lips, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. With his other hand, he cupped her hip—perfection.
He hadn’t allowed himself the luxury to touch her, but right now, he could. Kissing her hard, he licked within her mouth, and a moan escaped her, which he swallowed down.
Amelia was nervous with her touches.
He wanted to touch her ass, so he slid his hand from her hip to her full ass, drawing her even closer. Now, they were touching, body to body, but not skin to skin. They had on way too many clothes.
Wolfe broke the kiss and stared into Amelia’s face.
Her eyes were closed. As he stopped kissing her, she slowly opened them. Her lips were plump, and she licked them again, tilting her head back to stare at him.
“Amelia, I want to fuck you. Tell me if that is what you want or if you want me to leave.”
“Why would I want you to leave?” she asked.
“Because this is your choice. I will finish my coffee and be the gentleman you need me to be, or I will take you to your bedroom, tear off your clothes, and fuck your body in a way that is supposed to be fucked.”
Her cheeks were flushed. Amelia lifted her hand and slowly, nervously, placed it against his chest. Then, she started to slide it up and around his neck, grabbing him and tugging him down. “Fuck me, Wolfe,” she said.
That was all he needed.
Lifting her in his arms, he left the kitchen and followed her directions that would take her to the bedroom. He kicked the door open, and from his strength alone, he smashed the door.
“I’ll fix that.”
Wolfe dropped her to the bed, and all the patience he had evaporated when she said those three precious words. Grabbing the openings of her shirt, he tore it open. Buttons flew across the room and the sound of torn fabric echoed in the room.
Within seconds, he had her shirt gone, and he worked on her jeans. Against his strength, denim was no match, and he had them off her body within seconds, leaving her in just her panties and bra.
Matching.
White lace.
Innocent.
Virginal.
And he saw the red of her nipples pressed against them.