Searching for Beautiful (Searching For 3)

She uttered her next words like a drunk desperate to communicate. "Give me some equal time on my knees and I'll have to disagree with you."

He laughed, adoring her smart mouth and humor and passion. How could such basic lust be entwined with playfulness? He'd never laughed before during sex or foreplay. But already she was trying to drag his shirt off again with shaking fingers, refusing to give him an inch.

He loved it.

"I intend for you to spend a long time on your knees," he said, picking her up in one swoop and carrying her to the bed. "But I only started. Now let me look at you."

Her hands hovered in midair, ready to cover herself in an innate modesty he intended to strip her of immediately. "I'm not like the models you date. Or sleep with."

He swore right then and there he'd never date a skinny-assed woman again. Hell, after seeing Gen's killer curves, unblemished skin, and ripe breasts, he'd never look at another female anyway. He worshipped her petite shape, so easy to pick up and cuddle. Loved the map of her body, each rise and fall of her anatomy. But nothing compared to the sight of her wet pussy, swollen and bared before him. Plump lips just begging for his mouth and tongue, knowing her taste made him intoxicated.

Time for truth. "I never slept with her, sweetheart. I thought of you the whole night and couldn't do it. But I needed a barrier between us."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to jump you bad."

She smiled, but her hands still stayed by her breasts, as if worried he wouldn't like what he saw. As if that were possible.

His voice lashed like a whip. "Don't you dare cover yourself. I love your body and always did. Remember what I said before?"

She rested her hands back on the mattress and shook her head.

"We don't apologize to each other. Not for what we do together or feel. We own it all, Gen. And I intend to do every filthy, dirty thing I've imagined without fucking apologizing. Part your legs."

Her thighs slid open and he feasted on all that pretty pink flesh laid out for him. While he looked, he jerked off his clothes, finally standing naked before her. She leaned up to look at him, but Wolfe knew there was plenty of time later. Right now, he needed to taste her, push her to come all over his tongue and lose herself again in his arms.

"That Brazilian is the sexiest gift a man can ask for, sweetheart." He knelt between her thighs and blew hot breath over the swollen folds. She jerked and moaned, her fingers clutching the sheets. Yeah, she was beyond primed. Once she lost her ability to yell at him or demand, she was caught in her body's grip. Just like he wanted. Her clit was so tight and hard, one good flick of his tongue would make her come again, but he wanted her crazed first, the sound of his name breaking from her lips.

Wolfe bent his head.

Swiping her slit slow and easy, he tasted, teased, sipped like she was fine champagne and he intended to make the drink last. His arms pinned her flailing body down with an iron strength, never rushing his pace, her cries filling the air with a desperate hunger that would haunt his dreams. Wolfe inhaled her musky scent, licking the hard nub, and pushed his thumb in and out of her soaking channel. Her pussy clamped down hard and tried to suck him deeper, but he teased until she was a thrashing, senseless being held on the edge.

"No more," she gasped, her blue eyes fierce and past sanity. "Damn you, Wolfe, make me come before I kill you."

With a low chuckle, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard. Harder. Pinned three fingers together and plunged in deep.

She came again, and he drank it all, never stopping the suction motions so she fell into another orgasm so beautifully he wondered if he'd ever allow her out of bed again. She clung to him with a sweet desperation he couldn't refuse. Sliding up her body, kissing every inch of her skin, he paused again at her mouth, nibbling at her lips, cradling her face in his hands as he adored her.

"Son of a bitch," she said, her voice a thin whisper of sound. "You're killing me. Still need more."

"Me, too." He kissed her long and deep. "See how good you taste on me? I can't get enough. I'll never get enough."

"Inside. I need you inside me." She arched up, her honesty and openness humbling him until he wanted to drop to his knees and worship her all over again. "Please."

"Jesus, sweetheart, I forgot a condom. Have any?"

"Top drawer. Hurry."

He retrieved the box quickly, fit himself with a condom, and settled her deep into the mattress. Lifting her ankles up and pushing them forward, he opened her fully to his gaze and paused at her threshold. Her body shook slightly underneath.

"Are you ready?"

Half-lidded eyes stared back up at him. He fell into her gaze as easily as he'd fallen for her the very first time they met. Skin slick with sweat, curls framing her face, swollen lips bitten and bruised, she invited him in, hands clinging to his shoulders as if he were the only steady thing in her world.

"Take me, Wolfe. Take it all."

He cursed viciously and surged forward.

Deeper, deeper, he pushed until he slid home, buried inside her raging, wet heat, desperate to hold on and not come immediately. He watched her face, each expression more delicious as she adjusted to his length and never backed off. Her nails cut, and her thighs squeezed tight, refusing to let him go.

Wolfe tried to breathe, tried to go slow, but there were too many sensations breaking over him to know anything but the driving need to claim her.

He groaned. "I'm gonna lose it. It's too good."

"Don't stop," she panted. "Please, I need--"

He didn't wait. Just pulled all the way out, then slammed back inside. Again. Again.

He kept the ride slow and steady, building with intensity as she neared climax again. He gritted his teeth against the explosion ready to detonate, his balls tightening, each slide in and out better than the last. He worked one hand on her clit, rubbing, watching her hover on the edge, eyes mad with lust and need. Shifting his hips a bit, he drove back in, making sure the edge of his piercing rubbed against the sensitive wall of her channel. Her surprised cry told him he'd succeeded, so he did it again, and again. Rubbed her clit harder. And then--

She screamed his name and shuddered beneath him. Fierce satisfaction caused an animal howl to escape his lips, and he finally let himself go, pumping frantically as he emptied his seed and light exploded in his head. The orgasm went on so long and so hard, he didn't think he'd ever be able to pull out. A wall trembled around the most private part of him no one had

ever been able to touch. And as they collapsed onto each other, wrecked, Wolfe realized something else.

He'd never be able to make love to another woman again without wishing for Genevieve Mackenzie.

"DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR date's last name?" Wolfe murmured against her shoulder.

Her ass was cushioned against his thighs. His rapidly rising fiftieth erection nudged securely between her legs, and his arm banded her tight to him so she was open to any nibble, lick, or caress he bestowed on various body parts. Deep satisfaction loosened her muscles, and Gen felt like she'd swallowed an aphrodisiac. Her body was primed to want everything and anything he gave her, upping the ante like the slut she'd always craved to be.

She loved it.

He plucked playfully at her nipple.

"Why would you need his name?"

"I want to send him flowers. You know, as a thank-you."

A laugh bubbled from her lips, then turned into a low moan as her nipple hardened and begged for more. "You're beastly."

"You're gorgeous." He chuckled as he pinched her nipple, making streams of heat shoot to her pussy. "And hungry. And so fucking responsive I can't stop."

Gen stretched, offering up her naked body, feeling like a goddess under his hungry, lust-filled gaze. "Who says you have to?"

He growled low and flipped her over onto her tummy. "You're right. But first I want to see the tat. Who else saw it?"

The thread of possessiveness thrilled her, even though she knew it was just for the night. "Just Kate. And the artist."

"Good. Now lie still like a good girl."

Her heart pounded madly. He was beyond an amazing lover. He played her body like a musician, but was able to switch from loving and sweet to dirty talker, dom, and rocker bad boy. She loved every aspect of him, hard and soft, and knew she could spend the rest of her life relishing each part he wanted to show her. Gen thought he'd give his body to her, but it was so much more than she imagined. In only a few hours, he had shared parts of his heart, and she'd treasure that for the rest of her life.

The rational voice tried to chime in with warnings. She realized it was only about one night. One night to satisfy their sexual urges, be together as man and woman instead of friends, and that he'd never allow himself to move further into a relationship with her. By dawn, he'd be freaked out, terrified, and begin to retreat.