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My eyes flit to the elevator and back to him.

“I’m going to need you to do me a favor later.” I point to the elevator. “Something very ungentlemanly.”

His lips curl up in a slight smile. “Does it involve fucking you in there?”

A wave of excitement ripples inside me. “It might.”

26

Soren

The minute she’s in my bedroom, I waste no time divesting Ali of the sexy little sundress that took my breath away when she showed up at my house.

It’s like peeling away the wrapping paper on the best gift ever because underneath the dress all I find is a strapless bra and matching panties. I remove and toss those aside and throw back the covers so she can slip between the cool sheets as I extract a condom from my bedside table.

When I turn back, she’s laid bare, her dark red curls fanned out over my pillowcase, so fucking beautiful it gives me heart palpitations. I’m not even sure where to start.

It was excruciatingly painful to stop what she’d started downstairs, but I knew I didn’t want to deprive myself of making her come like she did yesterday.

And now that we’re alone—prepared and ready—I plan on taking my time, teasing us both before I bury myself deep inside her. I just know her wet, tight pussy will be the end of me.

Even with that small, forbidden taste I got of her yesterday, it proved the fear I have is real. Ali is going to break me wide open, and I will never be the same again.

My body doesn’t give a damn about my shuttered heart right now. Ali can tear me to a million pieces and set them on fire if I can have this one moment with her.

Consciously setting that fear aside, I push my shoulders between her open knees. Then I lower my face to her pussy and unleash my tongue.

Her body jerks when I lick my way up the flat of her stomach, reacting with a quiver of her belly. I experiment with a hip roll and nestle my cock into her sweet, wet groove. I close my eyes to fend off the insatiable need to slam inside.

Instead, I redirect my focus to the swell of her breasts, plucking one taut bud between my lips and sucking hard. The satisfaction I get when she squirms underneath me is better than a hundred puck saves in a championship game.

I cup one breast in my hand, circling first my tongue and then the pad of my thumb over her nipple before moving on to the other. Ali’s tits are perfect handfuls, what dreams are made of. She bucks and grinds her pelvis against mine, and the friction lights me up to the point of delirium.

My mouth crashes against hers in a demanding kiss, tongue meeting tongue in a duel of need and dominance.

Ali’s hands find my bare ass, latching onto each cheek and squeezing. She digs in her short nails, and I grind my cock against her clit. When she circles her hips in a sensual move, I momentarily close my eyes from pleasure as her wet center envelopes the underside of my arousal.

It’ll be a miracle if I can hold off much longer. I’m losing control but I need to make sure she’s ready.

I may be called The Wolf, but I’m not an animal.

I lower my lips to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe. Shifting my weight off her body, I roll to one hip and stroke along her curves with light, feathery touches that produce an outbreak of goosebumps over her soft flesh. I continue to map a path toward her belly, drawing circles around her navel, enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts. Then I stop at her pelvic bone. I splay my fingers out over her stomach and my gaze lifts to hers.

“I’m going to make you come with my fingers.” I wiggle said fingers in a dance over her pelvis. “Next time, my cock.”

A soft, shaky breath escapes past her lips.

“Is that okay with you?” I search her expression and drag the pad of my thumb along the top of her mound.

She lets out a chuckle.

“Um, yeah. No complaints here.”

“Gut. Now spread your legs.”

She does as I request and adds a flirtatious shake of her hips.

“I like when you use that voice to tell me what to do.”