Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

“Left?” That word makes no sense.

She shrugs. “Maybe you don’t really want to be here. I assumed you’d want to come here, but…”

She doesn’t get it, does she?

I take her hand, study it where it lies on my palm. “My home is where you are. If you’ll have me.” I lift her hand, place it on my face, sighing at the feel of her warm fingers on my skin. “If you haven’t changed your mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” She leans into me, eyes shining wet. “My heart won’t let me. You’re the man I love.”

“Gigi…”

“Even if I don’t know your middle name.”

“What?” I laugh, so fucking giddy with relief. “My middle name.” I shake my head. “It’s Channing. Jarett Channing Fenris. Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue.”

“I think it sounds just fine.”

She tilts her face up, and I kiss her. I’d dreamed of kissing her so many times in prison. Remembered her taste, the feel of her lips, of her hands on my face. Fantasized about it. Replayed it a thousand times in my mind.

And now she’s here, warm and real, tasting of candy and pretty girl, with our whole lives before us, with all the paths, all the possibilities.

I need her closer. I draw her to my lap, and we kiss and kiss as I map her curves with my hands, relearning her shape, her softness.

Fuck, it’s not enough. The more I taste her, the more I want. I tug on her blouse, and she lifts her arms to let me take it off. Her bra is black lace, pushing her pretty tits up, and I’m so fucking hard I have to shift her on my lap, the pressure driving me nuts.

“Rett…” She sounds breathless as she reaches up to trace my jaw, my mouth, and I kiss her again, unable to stop. It’s been too fucking long without her.

She fumbles with the hem of my T-shirt, and I break the kiss just long enough to rip it off me and throw it away, then her mouth is on mine again.

Oh yeah. My hands dip under her skirt, pushing it up, and she straddles me, her hands working at my zipper. She seems as frantic to get me naked as I am to feel her rub against me, warm and bared, and it eases the lingering panic in my mind.

She’s here. She waited for me. She wants me.

This is real.

I fall back on the bed as she pulls my jeans down to wrap her hand around my hard-on, her lashes lifting, her eyes fixed on my face.

Goddammit. Can’t remember the last time I jacked off. No privacy in prison for that, unless you did it in your bunk, and in any case my fantasy was always Gigi, and…

Fuck… Feels amazing. I arch up, helplessly, rocking into her grip.

It strikes me again that she’s right here. I came back from the cage, back to life, back to her. Not everyone gets a second chance.

“My girl.” I grab her hips and roll her under me, grinning at her gasp of surprise. Having her ride me is awesome, but today, tonight, I need to own her, to mark her. “Mine. Got to have you right now.”

“I’m yours.” She writhes when I pull down the straps of her bra and bend over to suck and bite at her rosy nipples, loving how they tighten and flush. How she moans and reaches for me, threading her fingers through my short hair. “Please.”

The sounds she makes, the way her back arches, the warmth of her skin, the smell of her hair… it’s all winding me up tighter than a drum. My balls ache, my dick’s weeping, and my stomach’s clenched so tightly I can’t fucking breathe.

Cursing, I reach between her legs, yanking her flimsy lacy panties down. They rip. And she’s exposed, bared below me, her pussy rosy and wet.

For me.

I dip my fingers inside her, and she moans, low and sweet, and fuck, she’s hot and tight, and I almost come on the spot just from feeling her clench around my fingers.

Okay, that’s it, foreplay is over. I can’t wait a second longer, not today. Pulling out my fingers, I replace them with my cock, shifting so I can push into her, planting my hands on the bed for leverage.

She gasps.