Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

He sipped his drink, twisted and then set the glass down on the dresser. Taking her in his arms, he dipped his head low to bring his face down to hers. She looked up at him, her arms sliding up his chest to his shoulders. His hand lifted to shift through her hair and cup the back of her head, bringing her close and kissing her, slow and soft. That’s how she wanted it tonight. A slow, erotic seduction. He was all too happy to give it to her the way she wanted it. Right now that was exactly how he wanted it, too.

His hand reached for the satin belt tied around her waist. As he pulled, she slowly backed up and the belt slid free, her robe falling open down the front. He followed her, tracking her as she continued her slow retreat across the large hotel suite, the whole time her eyes never breaking contact with his. When she got to the big platform bed, she stopped and he closed in, his hands sliding into the opening of the robe where all that smooth flat belly was exposed and her navel peeked out. Her skin was warm and soft under the heat of his large hands. He looked down into her face, saw her mouth part, a soft intake of breath at the touch of his hands. He stroked over her hips to her ass then back. Then he pushed the robe back off her shoulders, its slick satin sliding off her skin to pool on the floor.

She stood before him now in a matching black satin strapless bra and panties. His eyes skated down the length of her and then back to her face, their eyes connecting again. He saw his own hunger reflected back in her eyes. She sat back on the end of the bed, looking up at him and then slid back to recline on the pillow, one knee lifted, the sole of her foot sliding seductively over the sheet as her body gently writhed in invitation.

He stood there with his weight on one hip, his eyes moving over her, admiring all that silky tanned skin. His head dipped down to look at her from under his brow. He took it all in, her body all laid out for him like a feast for a starving man. And he was most definitely a starving man at that moment. Did she know how badly he wanted her? Did she even have a clue?

Dragging out the moment, he watched as her chest rose and fell with her accelerated breathing. Perhaps she was as aroused as he was. Perhaps she needed him just as badly as he needed her. He hoped so. He prayed so.

At his continued hesitation, she whispered his name, beckoning him softly, pleadingly.

“Wolf.”

It broke the spell, and he moved toward her, his knee coming down on the bed between her legs, one palm in the mattress, the other sliding up the calf of her bent leg, his fingertips barely brushing. And he knew the light sensation was setting sparks of reaction firing along the nerve endings in her skin. Determined to string out the anticipation as long as possible, he moved slowly over her, his hand skating up her thigh, over her hip, the indentation of her waist, loving the feel of her silky skin under his palm. He lowered himself on top of her, his weight coming slowly down on her, his hips settling into the cradle of her thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, filled with desire and want, her mouth parting, her lips soft, inviting.

That look. That look in her wide eyes said it all. It was one of wonder. He’d never been this gentle, never held back like this, never moved so slowly, and he could tell it had her off balance.

Good. He liked when Crystal was off balance. It meant she was unguarded. It meant maybe she’d let him back in.

He had her full attention. Her full awareness. And he loved watching her increased responsiveness to his soft touch.

She had begun all this attempting to seduce him, but perhaps he was turning the tables on her and seducing his way back into her heart.

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Crystal gasped as the cold metal of Wolf’s belt buckle came in contact with the warm bare skin of her belly as his weight settled down on her.

His mouth muffled her moan as his hands slowly stroked over her skin. His mouth gentle, probing, asking, not demanding.

This was all about giving, not taking. Every touch, every movement, every soft word whispered in her ear designed to please her. Tonight it was all about her. Giving her pleasure.

This was a side of Wolf she hadn’t seen in a long time. Maybe never. And it threw her. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. And maybe her mind was a little clouded by alcohol, because she didn’t want to risk examining it too closely. To be honest, she was terrified she’d pin too much meaning to it, and that in the end, it wouldn’t mean what she hoped it did.

But Wolf wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t teasing, he wasn’t playing. He was unwavering, resolute enticement, determined to tear down every wall she tried to keep up, every barrier she’d crafted to protect her bruised heart. She’d meant for this to be just a fling, just a taste of what they’d once had. She’d never meant to rekindle a flame she knew was likely to burn her again.

But she couldn’t help falling under the spell he was weaving over her.

And for the first time, it wasn’t all about him. He wasn’t thinking about what he wanted, because if he did, this would be completely different. It would be rough, demanding, playful and teasing, maybe, but never this tender show of emotion, never this gentle expression of things he obviously couldn’t say.

Her hands moved to his belt, and one of his came down to help her, yanking it free, his mouth never leaving hers.

When he finally broke free to breathe, she whispered in a voice frantic with need, “I want you naked.”

He rose up to look down at her before moving back off the end of the bed just long enough to shuck his clothes. Then his hot hard body was coming back down on top of hers. His hand moved up, his palm closing over her satin covered breast, gently squeezing.

“Need you naked, too.”

Her back lifted off the mattress to help him as his arm moved beneath her, his fingers snapping the hook free. And then he was pulling her bra free to toss it aside. His mouth pressed kisses along her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone to climb to her nipple. His tongue lapped gently, until she was threading her fingers into his hair to pull him against her, needing more. So much more.

He latched on, giving a deep tugging pull that had her back arching, her neck going back in the pillow. But he wasn’t letting her lead, he wasn’t letting her set the pace, no matter how badly she wanted him to move faster. He spent what seemed like hours lavishing her breasts with attention until she couldn’t take it anymore and had to plead with him.

“Wolf, please, I need you.”

That didn’t hurry him any, either, he just trailed his mouth down her belly, transferring his attention to another area. She felt his hands move to her panties, and then they were down her legs and gone. He settled lower, between he

r legs to take up his torment again, only this time with even more determination to drive her crazy. His wicked mouth moving over her again and again and again, tongue delving, probing, tormenting, torturing, teasing. Until her head was thrashing on the pillow as she climbed toward orgasm.

“Wolf,” she gasped.