Wolf Bait (Wolf Cove #1) (21 page)

And I’m naked in front of Henry once again.

“Watch me. Don’t be shy.” He takes his time, working at the knot in his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, shedding every article of clothing until he’s naked in front of me, stroking that intimidating, swollen cock of his.

I move to take him in my mouth again, to devour his delicious, salty cream, but he demands, “Lie down.”

As gracefully as possible, I scoot back and lie down. With only a moment’s hesitation, I pull my knees up and spread my legs for him.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he murmurs, strolling over to open his nightstand drawer and pull out a condom.

How can I not be, when I look at that engorged thing in his hand, when I’m worried that I’ll be terrible, that he won’t enjoy this. I want to remind him that I’ve never done this before, that I hope he enjoys himself anyway, but I bite my bottom lip and keep those fears to myself.

Henry isn’t attracted to insecurity and, soon enough, I’ll no longer be a virgin.

I watch with fascination as he tears open the silver foil pack with his teeth and rolls on the clear rubber ring, his demeanor calm and confident. Not a single shake in his hands.

As small as the condom is, it stretches over his entire shaft.

He smirks. “You have a very curious look on your face.”

“I’ve never seen a real condom before,” I admit sheepishly.

He frowns. “Not even in Sex Ed?”

“You don’t teach with condoms when you’re promoting abstinence.”

He shakes his head and grumbles something incoherent as he kneels between my legs, his sheathed cock jutting toward the ceiling, his hand immediately going for my core. He pushes two fingers in and sighs, pumping in and out, stirring that potent musky smell in the air once again. “Fuck, you get so wet for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper shamelessly.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” he murmurs, his heated gaze on me as his hand works against me, sending tingles directly to my clit. “Spread a little wider for me.”

I pull my legs apart, my embarrassment over his words or his perusal of my most private area no longer enough to keep me from tempting him.

“I’ll go as slow as I can. At the beginning, anyway. After that, I can’t promise anything.” Lustful blue eyes settle on mine, and I feel him assessing me, silently asking me if I’m ready for this.

I simply nod.

And then suddenly he’s hovering above me, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing me beneath his massive body. The head of his cock nudges at my opening.

In this moment, I sense a part of me slipping away. Jed’s sweet, innocent Abbi... She will be irrevocably lost after I let this man inside me, after I give him a piece of me that I can never get back.

I rope my hands around Henry’s head and pull his mouth down to mine, my tongue sliding against his in an erotic dance, kissing him with all the passion and emotion that I feel in this very moment.

His hard cock pushes into me.

I gasp as my body begins to stretch around it.

“Relax.” He stops pushing, letting me become accustomed to his girth. This feels nothing like one or two or even three fingers.

But I take shallow, calming breaths, trying to relax, to simply enjoy this moment, and the feel of his weight pressed against my body. My hands explore, to slide over his triceps, his bulging shoulders, and that delicious collarbone.

He pushes deeper inside.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn tight,” he growls, his jaw clenching.

“It doesn’t hurt you, does it?”

He starts to laugh. “No, babe. It’s just taking all my willpower not to shove my cock straight into you. But I need you to relax.”

“I’m trying.”

He leans down to kiss me, his mouth softer and more pliable, less animalistic and hungry. It’s an affectionate kiss between lovers. I feel myself responding, growing wetter, the tension beginning to slip from my limbs.

He edges his cock a little deeper as he keeps kissing me, coaxing my body into submission.

He’s so hard. I wonder if all men are this hard when they’re inside a woman.

His lips leave mine to skim across my jaw and along my neck, sending shivers down my torso. Instinctively, I arch my back as his mouth approaches my breast and he captures my nipple, sucking on it like he sucked on my clit earlier. I sigh with the wet, hot sensation, ticklish and yet erotic, stirring the blood between my legs more.

Opening me up even wider.

He puts all of his weight on one elbow, allowing him to fill his hand with my breast, massaging it gently as he toys with my nipple.

And he pushes deeper inside.

I’m so completely, utterly full with him, I don’t know how much deeper he can get. I’m afraid to ask, but I trust that he knows what he’s doing and he won’t hurt me. Not intentionally anyway. Not physically.

I don’t want to think about the future emotional downfall of this, even though my subconscious is already preparing for the inevitable.

He repositions himself above me, one arm hooking beneath my knee and lifting my leg up to curl around his back so he can push in. Oh God, he’s so deep. It’s so intense and though not painful, not entirely enjoyable.

“Breathe,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m there.”

“You are?”

He smiles, slipping one hand beneath my neck while the other one reaches down between us to rub circles against my clit.

And then he slowly pulls his hips back, dragging his long, hard cock out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.

But only for a second, and then he’s back, pushing in, that intense, almost unbearable fullness forcing a cry from my lips.

Over and over again, so slowly, Henry pulls out and thrusts back in, each time becoming a little easier, my body accommodating his size more easily, then more greedily, until I feel the urge to move my hips with him.

He moans, as if he’s been waiting for that moment and his body begins plunging harder into me, lifting my pelvis with each thrust. His hips slap against my thighs, the rhythmic sound competing with the creak in the bed.

My breasts bounce violently and I know they’re going to be sore later, but right now I don’t care, reveling in the growing slickness between my legs as my body accepts all of Henry. I wonder if all sex feels this incredible, or if it’s just sex with Henry that makes me feel euphoric and free.

My hands slip over his skin, now coated with a thin sheen of sweet as his hips pump into me again and again, mercilessly, his hooded gaze locked on my face, smiling every time a gasp or moan escapes my lips.

“Henry...” I moan, trailing my tongue along the salty edge of his collarbone.

“I want to fuck you harder.”

“Yes,” I hear myself whisper, because instinctively I know I want him to, though I have no idea what that may feel like, and whether I can handle it. But I know I want it.

His eyes are full of amazement as he pushes up and back to rest on his knees, hooking arms behind my legs to lift my hips, his cock never slipping out. He slips his thumb over my clit again, applying pressure and rubbing circles around it. “You’re going to come with me.” It sounds like a demand. One that I think I can meet, my entire body blushed and humming with uninhibited desire, that same sensation I’ve felt twice with him already hovering in the recesses.

His powerful body thrusts into me and I cry out, his cock so deep inside that it’s borderline painful, and yet the idea of him being that deep turns me on, makes me want him to do it again.

And he does, hard and fast, slamming into me relentlessly, lifting my body off the bed, pulling a gasp each time.

It’s when my body welcomes the almost violent intrusion, giving itself completely over to Henry, that the warmth begins to spread through my middle, the tingle creeps along my spine, the urge to spread my legs and open myself up as much as humanly possible as my muscles tighten hits me.

I cry out as my orgasm rips through my spent body.

A guttural sound tears from Henry’s mouth, his face contorting, the last few slams against me coming so fast I can’t catch my breath, and then I feel him swelling inside me, his cock pumping out streams of cum.

And I can’t help but fantasize that he was shooting into me, instead of the condom, the primitive core of me craving his seed.

Henry slides out of me. I’m too spent to miss him in me yet, but I’m sure I will. My body sinks into the fluffy, soft bedding, now damp from our sweat and bodily fluids, and I listen to Henry’s shallow pants. He still looks as glorious as ever, resting on his haunches with his eyes closed, his lips parted, and his head tilted back, that lickable Adam’s apple jutting out.

“So, that’s what sex is like,” I mumble, earning his laugh.

He rubs his hand along my leg casually. “That’s just the beginning, Abbi.”

I meet his eyes and see the promise in them as they rake over my naked, boneless body. He’s still erect. I’m beginning to wonder if this guy ever isn’t. “You look like an angel that accidently fell into my bed,” he murmurs. “If I could keep you here and fuck you all day, I would.”

As sore and used and exhausted as my body is, I feel his words between my legs like a teasing caress.

With a sigh, he climbs off the bed, pulling the condom off and depositing it into a tissue. He glances at the clock. “I have a breakfast meeting in fifteen minutes, don’t I?”

“At eight. Yes.”

He heads for the shower. If I could find it in me to move, I’d like to get in there with him. But he’s on a timeline and I’ve noticed he doesn’t like being late.

It’s a quick shower, and then he’s out, toweling off and redressing quickly.

“I need you to call Rich Rowley and ask him to contact Shanghai today for a status update, and then send me a full recap.”

Just like yesterday, the moment it’s over, the seductive, attentive Henry is gone, replaced by business.

“Okay.” I pull myself up, swinging my legs over the end. I’m not entirely sure I’m capable of standing.

He slips his arms through his dress shirt sleeves. “About your text to me last night. Are you still confused?”

“Honestly? I don’t know what I am right now.”

“Besides no longer a little virgin farm girl?”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, making him chuckle as he buttons his shirt with expertly fast hands. He holds out his silver tie.

I stand and take it. “Seriously? You tied your own tie this morning! Unless you had someone else do it,” I joke, slipping it around his thick neck. But my face falls as that thought settles. Maybe he did.

“I know how to tie a tie.” He smiles, easing my paranoia. “But I like having you do it. Is it such an unpleasant job?”

“No. I enjoy it actually,” I admit. I feel his gaze on my face as I loop the ends and pull them through, adjusting the knot with my fingers. “There.”

“You know, you’re very good at it.”

“It’s not hard.” I slide the silky material through my fingers. “Especially when they’re such high quality.”

The pad of his thumb slides over my bottom lip. “I wasn’t talking about the tie.”

“Oh,” I sigh, and then my cheeks begin to burn. I’ve just had sex with this man and I’m still blushing over sexual suggestions. Will that ever go away?

“Remember,” he leans down to tease my lips with his own, “I’m Mr. Wolf outside these walls. Just another rich tyrant. You have no idea how good my cock feels driving into you. Right?”

“Right,” I whisper, shakily. “But you’re not a tyrant.”

“If anyone calls me a tyrant or an asshole, don’t defend me. In fact, if you want to agree with them, I’m okay with that.”

The staff gossip from last night rings in my ear. “Because what we’re doing is wrong?”

“Is it against Wolf corporate rules? Yes. Is it wrong?” He sighs. “Every time I think about you, every time I’m near you, I don’t give a shit about what anyone else thinks.”

His frank words make my chest swell. “You think about me?”

He chuckles. “Yes, too much, which is why this happened in the first place. I have a hotel to get off the ground so I had to either fire you or fuck you.” His hand slips behind my neck, rubbing it affectionately. “I didn’t want to fire you.”

“So, what now? What are we doing here, exactly?”

He grazes my cheek with his knuckles. “You’re getting over an idiot ex and fucking your boss for the next four months. I’m running a hotel and fucking my assistant for the next four months. That’s all.”

That’s all. There’s no mention of a relationship or exclusivity and now is not the time to bring it up. Perhaps before I spread my legs would have been a good time, but I already know that had he come out and said that he can’t give me either, I likely still would have allowed this to happen.

Because I feel happy and wanted and desirable for the first time in a long time. And that pain in my chest over Jed’s rejection?

It’s been buried under a heap of lust for Henry. The idea of spending the next four months working and sleeping with this man is enough for me right now, as shocking as that is for me to admit to myself.