Chapter 12 #2
She put her hand on his nape and pressed her lips to his, kissing him before either of them could change their mind.
The fact that their families wouldn’t be pleased about what was happening between them didn’t matter right now.
All she wanted was to feel him again, to be in his arms, to surrender to him and forget all her problems.
Byron’s kiss was all-consuming, his lips demanding, his tongue beguiling as he explored her mouth, while he pressed her against his pelvis, making her aware of how hard he was.
She loved that about him. It didn’t take much to arouse him, just like the mere thought of what they were about to do aroused her.
She’d never felt so in tune with a man. Byron awakened feelings in her that she’d never thought she was capable of.
Emotions she’d never experienced with any other man or wolf.
She felt weightless all of a sudden, as if she were floating on a cloud. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what was happening to her. Then she felt the wall behind her, and Byron pressing her against it, her feet not touching the floor.
He ripped his lips from hers. “I have to have you.”
His breath was ragged, and she could feel his heart pounding just as feverishly as her own.
Their eyes met, their gazes fusing. Everything around them blurred.
All she could see was Byron and the desire and passion that was blazing from his eyes.
She loved that look on him, the golden-yellow sheen that spread in his irises signaling that his wolf ruled him now.
His wolf was calling to hers, demanding she let go of the leash with which she shackled her she-wolf.
She knew there was no use in trying to resist the call of the wild, because she wanted the same as Byron: unleashing her passion on him and his wolf.
“You’ve got me,” she murmured.
Charlotte reached for the hem of his T-shirt and shoved it up. Byron helped and pulled it over his head, then dropped it on the floor. Before she could do anything else, he untied the belt of her bathrobe and opened it. She wore nothing beneath it.
Byron gasped. “Damn it, Charlie, did you plan this? Did you know that we would have sex tonight?”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a condom, lifting it up so he could see it.
“I didn’t know, but hoped…”
He gave a slow shake of his head. “I don’t know whether to feel manipulated or relieved that you were thinking ahead.”
“I’d go with relieved,” she said and gripped the waistband of his jogging pants. She shoved them down over his hips until they fell to the ground, pooling around his feet.
She dropped her gaze to his groin, where his cock stood fully erect.
She licked her lips at the tantalizing sight.
Her womb clenched instinctively, and her insides were bathed in desire when she ran her eyes over him and finally looked into his face.
The way Byron looked at her, his eyes pinning her against the wall at her back, the aroma of aroused male wrapping around her, awakened everything female inside her.
Even though she was the one who—once more—initiated sex, it was he who had power over her body, heart, and soul. To her surprise, she loved that feeling, loved being under his spell.
Byron ran his eyes over Charlotte’s half-naked body.
She still wore the bathrobe, and he decided that she would keep it, because it would cushion her back.
Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hard, inviting him to touch them.
When he’d decided to meet with her in the basement, he’d done so because down here nobody would hear them.
He hadn’t expected that the confrontation between them would turn in the direction where sex was not just a possibility, but a certainty.
Last night they’d had the comfort of a soft bed; tonight, they didn’t have that luxury, because if they went upstairs to either his room or hers in the state they were in, anybody could hear them. They couldn’t risk that.
“Sorry, I can’t offer you a soft bed right now,” he said, running his hands up and down her torso.
“Beds are overrated,” she assured him. “At least we have a condom.”
“Remind me to have a condom in every pocket of my pants and jackets from now on.”
He smirked and took it from her hand. He opened the foil packet, then sheathed his erection with it.
He wished they didn’t need it, but with Charlotte still in heat, it was the smart thing to do.
At that thought, the wolf inside him protested.
The wolf didn’t want to make the smart choice.
He knew why, but didn’t go down that road.
It was too impulsive to follow that particular train of thought.
They barely knew each other; they were from two families that were still at odds with each other.
A relationship between them would only complicate things.
“Changed your mind?”
Charlotte’s question made him realize that he’d stood there frozen for longer than a second.
He met her eyes and smiled. “Impatient for the big bad wolf to get his claws into you?”
“What are you waiting for?”
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and gave him a seductive look that would have made any pinup girl proud.
Damn, she was sexy. Absolutely irresistible.
There was no way he would ever be able to free himself from the net she was casting.
Even realizing this, didn’t stop him. He wanted her.
And he would be hers for as long as she wanted him.
Byron dipped his head to hers and kissed her passionately while he swept his hands underneath the soft fabric of her robe.
Her skin was warm and smooth, and he couldn’t get enough of touching her, exploring her once more.
She was just as welcoming as the night before, if not more so.
Her hands on him felt electrifying. She was bolder tonight, more demanding, but he didn’t mind.
He loved the way she offered herself to him by lifting one leg to wrap around his thigh, drawing him closer.
He knew what she wanted, what they both needed: for their bodies to be joined.
He followed her unspoken command, and without severing the kiss, he lifted her up, her back still against the wall for support.
She spread her legs and tilted her pelvis up.
A second later, he felt her hand on his cock as she guided him to her pussy.
He thrust inside, seating himself in her warm and wet cave, her interior muscles squeezing him.
Had she been that deliciously tight the previous night?
Desperate for a deep breath, he ripped his lips from hers and allowed air to rush into his mouth and his lungs.
“Fuck, babe!”
He looked into her eyes and saw a yellow shimmer reflected back at him.
Keeping eye contact, he began to move inside her, withdrawing, then slicing back inside her.
Her legs were wrapped around him, and his arms supported her weight, while the wall supported them both.
In the position she was in, Charlotte couldn’t move, could only react to his movements.
She was at his mercy, and the thought of being in control made him even hornier than he already was.
She seemed to know it too, because the way she looked at him, the way breath after breath rolled over her moist lips, indicated surrender.
“Give me more,” she murmured, her hands now slipping down to his ass to increase the impact of his next thrust.
A shudder ran down his spine, and he had to clench his jaw to ward off an imminent orgasm. Taking her like this was even more of a turn-on than he could have imagined. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d come before Charlotte had a chance to climax.
He pulled out of her, breathing hard, before he set her back on her feet.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, a worried look on her face.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he assured her quickly. “But if we continue like this, I’m gonna come too quickly.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips, then took her hand and led her to the iron cage. It took him all of one second to undress her fully. He placed the robe onto the single cot for extra cushioning.
“Lie down, babe,” he ordered.
With a seductive smile, she followed his demand. She spread her thighs, angling one leg.
“Is that what you had in mind?”
Without a reply, he lowered himself to her and dipped his head to her pussy.
He licked over her slit and collected the juices that were dripping from her.
She tasted delicious. As he began to lick up to her clitoris, teasing her engorged center of pleasure, Charlotte let out a soft moan, confirming that he was doing the right thing.
He could feel her body heating even more, while tiny beads of perspiration covered her skin, and her breathing became ragged. Realizing that she was close to her climax, he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking her clit until he felt a shudder go through her body.
Wanting to feel her pleasure more intensely, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and plunged into her from behind.
He felt her muscles spasm around him like shockwaves and began to thrust in a rapid tempo.
To make sure that Charlotte continued to climax, he brought his hand to her pussy again and continued caressing her clit.
She let out a gasp, then a moan, and again, the waves of her orgasm hit him like aftershocks of an earthquake.
Another wave, and he felt his semen shoot through his erection as he climaxed.
He closed his eyes, reveling in the pleasure that flooded his body.
Somehow, he disposed of the condom and pulled Charlotte into his arms before lying down on the cot with her draped over him.
Her weight on him felt good, but it wasn’t just the physical closeness that they shared.
There was something else. Their breaths were in sync just like their heartbeats.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this after sleeping with a woman.
Once he’d gotten what he wanted, he’d always made a quick exit, but no such thought rose as he was lying on the uncomfortable cot in the musty basement with Charlotte in his arms. Almost as if it didn’t matter where he was, as long as he was with her.
“I wish we could stay here,” she murmured, her breath caressing his chest, her cheek pressed to his skin.
“I’ll figure out something better for tomorrow.”
She lifted her head and looked at him. “I don’t think it can get any better.”
He chuckled and tapped on the tip of her nose. “Oh, that? Yeah, that was amazing. But I was talking about the room and this…” He tapped on the rickety cot. “…very uncomfortable surface.”
“I wish we could be alone somewhere,” she mused.
“Hmm.” He contemplated her words, and a thought hit him. “Tell your brothers tomorrow that you want to go sightseeing in San Francisco. Ask them if they want to show you the city.”
“But how’s that gonna help us have a bit more privacy?”
“Trust me. I’ll make it work.”