Page 32 of Ignite

He raised an eyebrow. “Babe, I can’t answer that question for you.”

“I’m okay with you here.”

It took only three strides for him to reach her. His hands came up to seize either side of her face, and a second later, his mouth slammed down on hers.

The kiss was wild. Jazz’s senses pushed into overdrive as she opened to him. His tongue swept in possessively, and her brain short-circuited with all the electricity that shot through her like a Tesla coil. Her world tilted, and she realized Wolf had just lifted her against him. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, and before she could think, they were in her bedroom, and she was on the bed with Wolf standing over her, ripping his shirt over his head.

She got a glimpse of all his tattooed glory before he leaned down and kissed her again. His hands moved to rid her of her T-shirt. She hadn’t put on a bra before taking off to the club, and her small breasts were bared to his gaze. He cupped one and squeezed it as he lifted it to his mouth. Jazz watched in fascination as he sucked the tip between his lips. The sensation rushed like a waterfall from her nipple down between her legs and flooded her with heat. He wasn’t gentle with her, but it wasn’t painful. It was stunning.

He switched sides, treating her other breast with as much attention. His hand moved to pluck and tease so both nipples were stimulated. Jazz heard moaning and realized the sounds were coming from her.

“Wolf,” she started to say, then stopped as she didn’t have words to describe what she was thinking or feeling.

“I got you, babe.”

He didn’t hesitate as he pulled the galaxy-patterned leggings from her body and parted her thighs. Jazz had a brief moment of panic when she remembered she hadn’t shaved her legs in days, but that didn’t last as his mouth came down on her and zeroed in on her clit.

She remembered as a kid taking a dare with Hugo to put a nine-volt battery against their tongues. They took turns and laughed at the shocks. Multiply that by ten and that might come close to what she experienced under Wolf. She jumped at the electric jolt between her legs. How did he know how to do that? She arched at the unfamiliar sensation, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still.

He was merciless, driving her higher and higher up a cliff she’d never climbed. It was thrilling and overwhelming. She had an idea of what lay at the end, but this was unknown and scary. Then it hit like a roller coaster peaking at the top just before a steep, fast descent, and she fell with a long keening cry as she was unable to stop it or slow it down. Her legs quivered and shook as her core spasmed in uncontrolled waves.

It felt surreal as Wolf raised himself over her body. She watched as he took a plastic square from his wallet before shedding his jeans. His cock was hard and proud. She noticed the wide mushroom head had a darker color, and a drop of fluid appeared at the tip before he rolled the thin latex over it. Then he came down on her and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips, sweet and salt and musk.

He lined himself up and pushed inside her body in one firm stroke. She gasped in surprise. She knew he wasn’t a small man, but she didn’t expect this level of discomfort.

“Christ,” he growled as he held himself rigidly still. “You a virgin?”

“No?”

He paused, his eyes darkening. “Baby, do not tease me. Either you are or you aren’t.” A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on his handsome face. He didn’t withdraw, but the sting of his entry faded. His body shook with the effort of holding back.

Jazz swallowed. This conversation was awkward as hell with her lying there spread-eagle and penetrated so completely. “I… I had an encounter in college when I was twenty. I thought I was the last virgin on campus, and I had this friend who helped me out with it.”

“What do you mean?”

She thought the heat from her face would leave burns. “I made a decision, kinda spur of the moment, and… well… just got rid of my virginity one afternoon during exams. It wasn’t at all what the books said it was. It hurt like hell, and he had a lot of trouble with… he didn’t last very long. We did it a few more times, but neither of us enjoyed it, or at least I didn’t, so… um… that’s it.”

He stared. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

She shook her head.

“So, you’ve never had an orgasm? Not even making yourself come?”

Jazz covered her face with her hands trying to shield herself from embarrassment. “I’ve never really thought about doing it again, but the last time you were here, you touched me, and… I… um… kinda liked it.” Could her face get any redder? “I liked… what you just did too.”

“So, that was your first orgasm?”

“Yes?”

He let her question/answer go. “That’s good, because I’m gonna do it again.” He flexed inside her, and her eyes opened wide at the unfamiliar sensation. “I’m gonna do this again too. A lot. This is your only chance to tell me to stop, ’cause I’m going to give you another orgasm, and then I’m gonna come myself. In case you haven’t guessed yet, this is not a one-shot deal. When I said I was staying—” He leaned down closer, his breath puffing against her lips. “—I meant I wasstaying.”

Her belly hummed with energy, ready to be released. This was Wolf, the man she had crushed on for years. Naked. In her bed. Merged deep inside her.

Did she want this?

Yes. Yes, she did. More than anything in her life, she wanted this.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

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