Page 62 of Gather the Storm

It was, but that wasn’t what got my attention. What got my attention was Wolf, standing only a couple of feet away and looking at me like I was a song he was dying to play.

“What?” I asked him.

He walked slowly toward me, then reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “I just like looking at you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you’re fucking perfect.” His voice had gone hoarse and raw and I wasn’t even remotely surprised when he closed the distance between us and pushed me against the theater wall.

It was soft, covered in some kind of fabric or upholstery, and I sank into it and wrapped my arms around his neck as his mouth found mine.

His tongue slipped between my lips, possessing me with every stroke as he cradled my face in his big hands, stroking my cheek with his thumb like he couldn’t get enough contact with my skin.

I was right there with him, desperate for skin-on-skin contact, and I slid my hands up his shirt and rested my hands on his warm chest as he angled his head to take the kiss deeper.

“Fuck, Daisy,” he said, breaking the kiss and trailing kisses up my jaw. His breath against my ear sent a shiver all the way to my toes. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“I don’t think you do,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my shirt. He pulled down my bra and covered one of my tits with his hand. “How could you?”

“Because I want you too,” I gasped as he rubbed my nipple. His fingertips were calloused from playing the guitar.

“Oh yeah?” He lifted my shirt up all the way and pulled down the other side of my bra to expose my other tit, and I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. “Are you telling me your sweet little pussy is wet for me right now?”

“Uh-huh.” I could barely get the words out and a second later he closed his mouth around one of my nipples and what was left of my reason exited my brain. “Oh my god…”

He reached down with one hand and unfastened my jeans, then slipped a hand into my underwear.

A bolt of white-hot desire rushed through my body when his fingers brushed over my clit, but it was nothing compared to the feel of his fingers slipping inside me a second later.

“Goddamn, sunshine,” he murmured against my breast. “You weren’t kidding. You’re fucking soaked.”

His thumb worked my clit while he finger-fucked me, and I moved with him, already trying to get myself off, desperate for more.

He lifted his head from my chest and kissed me, and if his fingers working my cunt had been enough to make me want to come, his tongue in my mouth at the same time just about sent me over the edge then and there.

I was lost in his kiss, in the slow sweep of his tongue in my mouth and the stroke of his thumb on my clit, his fingers plunging inside me, the rhythm and friction working together to bring me to the edge of orgasm.

“Turn around,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“What…?”

He spun me to face the wall. “Don’t ask questions, sunshine. Just be a good girl and do as I say.”

I braced myself against the wall with my hands and felt him peel off my jeans, pulling them down to my calves along with my underwear.

“Wait,” I said. “Someone will see…”

“Do you care if someone sees?” I felt his breath on my bare cunt right before he ran his tongue slowly through my swollen folds. “Or do you want to come?”

I didn’t recognize the moan that tore loose from my lips. “I want to come.”

There was no room for anything else. No room for embarrassment or fear of being seen. No room for anything but the primitive desire of my body to find release.

He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread me wide. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed at being so exposed before his tongue found the opening to my pussy.

I’d never felt anything like it. Sure, I’d gotten off a few times with guys I’d met at clubs, had gotten a few finger fucks and given a few hand jobs.

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