Текст книги "Big Bad Wolfe"
Автор книги: Danielle Doolittle
Соавторы: Elle Doolittle
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Unable to resist, he nipped the tempting curve of her shoulder and dropped the cloth. With bare, soapy hands he palmed her breasts, working the tiny bubbles over her distended nipples. She arched her back, forcing that delectable ass into his aching erection. His hips bucked forward in an ancient answer completely out of his control.
Releasing her, he quickly soaped his own body. He needed to be inside her. Now. Turning off the spray he lifted her off her feet once more. Not bothering to dry their bodies he carried her straight to the bed and dropped her in its center. Standing over her, he couldn’t help notice how beautiful she was. Her body wantonly spread across the mattress was flushed from his lovemaking. Her cheeks rosy with passion. When her golden eyes opened, they contained an emotion he wasn’t prepared to face. Instead he dove at her, taking her mouth in a savage kiss he knew would bring her back to the peaks of want. Working himself between her thighs, he pressed against the liquid center of her, groaning at the evidence of her desire. His cock jumped at the idea of plunging into that moist heat and he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.
Fumbling in the drawer of the nightstand, he quickly sheathed himself. Meeting her eyes once more, he held still, waiting for her to acknowledge what was about to happen. She answered his look with one as achingly unreadable as before. Taking her mouth again, he plunged into her core. Not holding back, he quickly set a brutal, pounding pace. She met his every thrust with an answering desire.
Three times he brought her to the crest of release. And all three times he pulled back just before she tipped over the edge. Taking her back down only to build the tension again. Sweat was building between his shoulder blades as he kissed, sucked, and teased her body back up that peak. All the while maintaining a pace he was sure would kill them. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Reaching down, he lifted her hips to angle himself deeper with each thrust and let himself go. Pumping into her faster and harder than before, it was a matter of minutes before she was shattering around him, her inner walls pulling his own climax from his body. He threw his head back and groaned through the most powerful climax of his life.
Riding wave after wave of pleasure, he barely caught himself in time to fall to the side instead of crushing her under his limp body. The last image he had before sleep claimed him was Sarah’s blissed out face as she came back down from the heights he had taken them to.
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah watched Falon as he slept. He was on his side, one arm draped over her. A possessive hand covered her breast. As she watched, she reflected on what just happened. She hadn’t come here for sex. Sitting at home, filling up another kettle for tea, she realized that his grandfather had been right. She couldn’t let him walk away without first explaining her side of the story. If he still wanted nothing to do with her after she said her piece, then she would accept it and try to move on.
When he opened the door, another woman’s name on his lips and the tattered edges of his torment blazing in his eyes, she had felt her stomach drop. Then he had grabbed her, forcing his mouth onto hers in a kiss so achingly powerful she could still feel it down to her toes. From there she was lost in the sweet torture of his lovemaking.
At first she didn’t understand it. But after he ripped the clothes from her body and brought her to a shuddering climax with this his hands and mouth on her breasts, she knew what he was up to. He wanted her to feel. Feel every ounce of what he was going through; the anger, frustration, and regret of what happened between them. The anger was simmering higher than the rest and that scared her.
What scared her more was that she let her emotions slip free in those mindless moments. The few times he had met her eyes he quickly distracted them both. Like he didn’t want to face what he saw in her open gaze. Flinging a few choice phrases at herself, she drank in the sight of the man next to her.
Releasing a mental sigh she admitted coming here had been a mistake. She’d been kidding herself if she thought he’d welcome her back into his life with open arms. The way he took her only a few hours before was testament to that. It wasn’t affection that had fueled each earth shattering thrust into her body, but a deep-seated anger she didn’t think she could work past.
As carefully as she could, she removed his warm hand from her body and slid from the bed. There was no reason to stay and she’d rather avoid the awkwardness that would soon follow when Falon opened his eyes. She didn’t think she could handle the sparks of fire she had seen in his eyes as he took her body again. Not when she loved him this much. Enough to walk away, leaving him thinking he was right and the regret he felt was unfounded.
Walking as quietly as she could, she searched the darkened room for her tattered clothing. Maybe he had left enough of it intact she could make it out of the hotel and back home with minimal embarrassment.
“Underwear is by the door.”
Sarah shrieked. “I didn’t expect—”
“Me to wake up before you went slinking off?” He was now sitting up in the bed, the white sheet drawn to cover him to the hips. “Like I said, by the door.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She bent and picked up the bit of lace. Catching his arched brow, she sighed. “Okay, maybe it was. But what do you expect me to do?”
She spread her arms wide in frustration before she remembered she was naked. Wrapping them around her middle in an effort to feel less exposed, she waited for his answer.
“How about an explanation as to why you decided to visit in the middle of the night?”
He was right. He did deserve to know why she had invaded his privacy. Especially if he had been expecting another woman at the door. Which reminded her …
“Just answer me one thing.” She pushed past the lump in her throat and waited for him to nod. “Did you sleep with her?”
She wasn’t sure what she would do if he had. The idea of Ginny with her acrylic-nailed hands on Falon made her stomach turn and the ache in her chest to flare.
“Would it matter if I did?” He leveled her with a cool look she could only interpret as meaning it didn’t matter to him if she cared he had been sleeping with Ginny.
“Would it matter to you what I had to say if you have already moved on?” She watched in amazement as his nostrils flared. Perhaps she had gone a bit too far.
“No,” he eventually ground out and she felt her stomach flip. “I haven’t slept with her.”
She almost asked why but thought better of it. She was already walking a thin line with this man.
“I know I’ve made a mess of things. And I know what you think you heard.” She held up a hand when he tried to interrupt. “What you heard while eavesdropping was only a part of the bigger picture and if you give me a chance I’ll try and make you understand. If when I’m finished you want nothing more to do with me I’ll leave.”
Sarah began to pace as she tried to decide where to start. She knew she needed to come clean about what happened at Northwestern. She also knew the idea of bringing it up and him actually remembering scared the pants off her. Or would have if she were wearing any.
Suddenly a ball of cotton hit her in the face. Reflex had her clutching the material; confusion had her looking over at Falon.
“Put it on and spit it out.”
Loosening her hold on the bundle revealed it was a man’s T-shirt. Falon’s T-shirt. Resisting the urge to hold it to her nose and breathe the scent of him in, she quickly slipped the worn cotton over her head. When the hem hit the tops of her thighs she looked back to him and caught a look of possession so fleeting she convinced herself it was wishful thinking.
“Spit it out. Right.” She took a deep breath. “Okay … so when I told you I had admired you from a distance back in college. That wasn’t exactly the whole truth.”
She realized she was playing with the hem of the shirt and smoothing it back over her thigh. She couldn’t dwell on the fact she caught Falon following the motions of her fingers. Nor could she focus on her body’s reaction to his eyes on her. He needed to hear her story and if afterward …
No. She wouldn’t think about it.
“You were saying?” His body was so tense, like he was bracing for the impact of her words. “You were about to tell me of another lie you told?”
“No, it wasn’t—” Sarah prayed for the calm she would need to get through this. “Just let me finish.”
“By all means.”
She told him everything. About how she had been too shy to approach him in college. How she thought she was half in love with him. About the night she had wandered into his room looking for his roommate and her confidant only to find Falon there. How she had sunk away in the middle of the night afraid in the light of day he wouldn’t feel the same. About how she was obviously right because the very next day he proceeded to sleep his way through most of the university. She told him all about seeing him for the first time at the agency and longing to see the man who used to live behind those chocolate eyes.
“I never set out to do anything more than get you to see beyond that wall of ice you built around yourself.” She sighed. “It seems silly now that I know you. The real you, not that silly boy I built up in my head all those years ago. I didn’t know what love was then.” She met his eyes. “I didn’t know who you were.”
Falon sat motionless on the bed and she feared she said too much. When he didn’t say anything after a long moment, she went back to collecting her scattered belongings. She had given it her all and it just wasn’t enough. Refusing to let him see the tears she was fighting back, she turned her back to him and reached for the hem of the shirt he loaned her. Fully prepared to leave the garment behind she gave in to her first impulse, lowered her nose to her shoulder and inhaled deeply. His spicy scent filled her. Making her long for something she obviously never had. Never would have.
Eyes squeezed tight she began to lift the shirt when a warm hand stopped her. “It looks good on you.” Falon’s soft voice in her ear was the sweetest sound she ever heard. Her eyes flew open wide going to his instantly. There was something different. His features softened, his eyes warmer than she had seen them in days. What was happening?
“I’ll have it washed and returned to you,” she pushed through wooden lips. To her surprise, he just threw his head back and laughed the freest laugh she had ever heard pass his lips.
“That’s not what I meant.” A smile curved his lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Wha—I.”
“You can’t just tell me that you are the woman of my dreams and expect me to let you slip out my door into the night again.” Sarah felt her brow crinkle in her confusion. He reached up and smoothed the line with his finger. “Let me tell you a little story.”
***
Falon couldn’t believe it. Everything she just told him. All of it opened his eyes to the pieces he had been missing. The reason he had been dreaming of Sarah wasn’t because he was insane with lust. It was because he remembered her, the feel of her skin. Her kisses. The way she moved beneath him. For some reason the first time he touched her it triggered the scattered events of a drunken night that spurred him on a one-man hunt for the one person who made him feel alive. But she didn’t know that. And the pain in her eyes while she told him he broke her heart, not once but twice, was almost his undoing.
“One night,” he began. “A very drunk young man heard someone enter his room and call out a name that wasn’t his. He recognized the voice as belonging to a woman very recently brought to his attention and who captivated him. Even from afar.”
He fought back a smile at Sarah’s sudden intake of breath. “Somewhere in his inebriated mind he summoned the force of mind to call to her and when she came to him he couldn’t resist touching her. Having her. He had wanted to capture that light burning within her for so long that when her lips met his he thanked every deity he could name and a few he made up.”
He cupped her cheek and forced her to meet his eyes. “This woman. She sparked something in him that he had never felt. When he woke alone the next morning, his cynical mind convinced him he had just dreamed the woman and the feelings she invoked. The optimist the night before had awakened couldn’t leave it at that and set out to find that feeling again.”
Smoothing a thumb over her cheek he wiped away a tear he wasn’t sure she knew she was crying. “After years not finding that feeling I let myself grow cold. Toward everyone. The first time I touched you, Sarah, wasn’t because I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was because I wanted you so badly I nearly lost control. It wasn’t until after spending time with you that I realized it was more than that. So much more.”
He rested his forehead against hers. Pulling her trembling body closer to his own. “What are you saying?” Her voice was so small he wanted to kiss some fight back into her.
Now for the hard part.
“I suppose I was a little rash in jumping to conclusions,” he ground out and felt her stiffen in his arms. She looked up into his eyes. It was when the gleam of mischief danced in their golden depths he let out a bated breath.
“Was that supposed to be an apology?” She stepped out of his arms and he glowered.
“I nearly choked on those words.” He felt his lips twitch.
“Well. I don’t know if that’ll do.” Watching her joke with him while her cheeks were still fresh with tears had to be the most beautiful thing he had seen that night; aside from her writhing beneath him. That thought gave him an idea.
“Want to know how sorry I am?” He let his lips spread into a full grin at the wary look that crossed her face.
Reaching behind her into the bathroom, he removed the belts to the two silk robes hanging by the door. She watched him with wide eyes as he took her hand. Turning it over he let the scraps of silk whisper into her open palm. She studied them for a minute and he worried his meaning would be lost. When her eyes shot to his again, they were filled with a look of love burning so strong it made his chest tight and his knees wobble. He knew he had gotten through to her.
Infusing his grin with his wicked intent and letting his answering feeling flair in his eyes, he held out his wrists to her. He was giving her the one thing he had never given anyone else. Control. He was handing himself to the woman he loved, trusting she wouldn’t abuse his heart. He watched a wicked smile blossom on her lips before she pulled his shirt over her head and sashayed past him to kneel at the end of the bed.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Falon grinned. “Absolutely nothing.”
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Like most, this book wouldn’t have happened without the support of many. First, I’d like to thank my amazing husband for all his child wrangling, meal cooking, back massaging, and putting up with my general craziness during my writing process. The words wouldn’t mean half as much without you.
Second, as always, a giant thank you to my Scribbler Sisters. Without you ladies as a sounding board and make-shift therapists BBW wouldn’t have made it this far.
To Georgia and my GMMG family, thank you for believing in this book. Falon and Sarah are where they are because you took a chance on me and I can’t say thank you enough!
Lastly, the reader. Yes, you. Without you I couldn’t keep the words coming. Thank you so much for wanting to follow Sarah and Falon’s journey.
ELLE DOOLITTLE
Elle always knew she wanted to do something creative. After going through the standard childhood career changes of ballerina, doctor, and a rather embarrassing period of boy band charged rockstar dreams, she found writing (which was equally embarrassing). Never really believing she could actually make something of her stories, Elle left for college, got married to her best friend and had a couple of kids before taking up the proverbial pen again. Elle lives in Ohio with her husband and two young boys. No pets, despite the kids’ constant begging and various versions of “big ol’ puppy dog eyes.”
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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