Rebel (Wolfes of Manhattan 1)

My legs wobbled, but I stayed standing, Rock’s body pinning me against the wall.

“I want you here. Now,” he rasped against my ear, hiking up my skirt.

“Don’t you want to—”

“Yeah. The bed. Later. All fucking night. But right now I’m going to lose it if I don’t get inside you.”

I was bare under my skirt, since he’d ruined my thong during our escapade in my office.

“I can smell you, Lacey.” He inhaled, closing his eyes. “I can smell how wet you are for me.”

No doubt. I was throbbing, and already my juices were clinging to my inner thighs.

The fabric of my skirt cinched around my waist, and Rock unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Then he lifted me in his strong arms and forced me down upon his erection.

“Ah!” I cried out. He filled me so completely. Good slow burn.

“You feel perfect around me,” he groaned. “So good.”

I clamped my arms around his neck as he pumped into me.

Yes, yes, yes.

No! No! No!

“No! Get off me!”

“What? What is it?” He put me down gently, his cock still hard between his legs. I was still throbbing, so close to the edge of orgasm.

“Condom. We forgot the condom. Thank God you didn’t come.”

“Shit,” he said. “I was just so…”

“So was I. I’m clean, by the way. But you…”

“What about me?”

I cleared my throat. “I’m betting you’ve had a lot of women in your bed.”

“I have. But what makes you think I haven’t practiced safe sex with all of them?”

“Well…” I hedged. “You didn’t practice safe sex just now, and for God’s sake, Rock, we just met today.”

He raked his fingers through his already disheveled dark hair. “Yeah. Honestly, Lacey, this isn’t like me. I’m really careful. And I am clean. I get tested regularly.”

“Oh, thank God,” I said.

“Then the only problem is not getting you pregnant.”

“I’m on the pill. No worries.”

“Thank God,” from him this time, his voice a low growl, his gaze melting over me like hot lava. “Go to the bedroom.”

“But—”

“Go to the bedroom, damn it.”

I wasn’t one to submit, but something in his voice made me comply. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted him so damned much. I didn’t know, and I didn’t much care at the moment.

I walked toward the open doorway, shedding my clothes as I went. First my blazer. It took root on the sofa as I walked. Then my blouse, on the arm of a chair. I wiggled out of my skirt and left it in the doorway between the living area and bedroom. Clad only in my bra, garter belt, and stockings, pumps still on my feet, I reached the bed and then turned to face Rock.

He had hiked his jeans back up around his hips and was still fully clothed.

I was dying to see him naked—that incredible light-bronze body—but somehow, being all but nude in front of him while he was still fully clothed was a major turn-on.

I was his. His to use as he saw fit.

And that thrilled me to no end.

He wanted me. I saw it in his gaze, his dark eyes that smoked with fire, his slightly parted lips, his hands clenched into fists.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He was still hard, his cock protruding against his boxer briefs.

I drew in a deep breath, my skin tingling all over. I slowly sat down on the bed and spread my legs, giving him a bird’s eye view of my wet pussy.

My body prickled.

I wanted his mouth on me.

I hadn’t yet felt his mouth on my nipples, between my legs. I wanted his lips to mark every inch of my body. Every inch of my soul.

“Is that an invitation?” he said gruffly.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall gently against my chest. He widened his eyes. Only slightly, but I noticed. He liked what he saw. I discarded the bra on the floor. Then I leaned down to take off my shoes.

“No,” he said. “Leave them on. Leave the stockings on. You’re so fucking hot.”

I sat back up straight, my legs still spread wide.

He didn’t move.

I didn’t move.

For what seemed like forever, he stayed still. Just looking at me.

Finally… “Uh…Rock?”

He turned his lips upward in a sexy crooked smile. “Just trying to decide which part of you I want to taste first.” Then, “Oh, fuck.”

He stalked toward me, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips, forced me onto my back, and plunged his hard cock into me.11RockShe gasped as I pushed into her perfect heat. God, she felt good. Every inch of her pussy sucked around me, took me in, like a perfect glove. “No condom, Lacey. I can feel every part of you. Just like before. Never a condom with you.”

“Yes, yes,” she sighed.

I’d wanted to suck on her sweet tits, lick that gorgeous plump pussy between her legs, touch every part of her silky body…