Hungry Like the Wolf

by Paige Tyler

  The horrible part was that she had been playing him, at least in the beginning. She felt even worse because she’d secretly accused him of doing the same to her. It was obvious now that he hadn’t. His friends wouldn’t be worried about him getting hurt if he had. And after this morning, she was ready to admit she was seriously attracted to Gage, too.

  When that house had exploded, her heart had exploded with it. The whole bottom had dropped out of her world, and all she could think about was running into the smoking rubble to pull him out. Waiting while Alex and the other cops had dug through the wreckage had been like holding her breath underwater, drowning second by second. When they’d finally pulled Gage out, she could breathe again. Suddenly, her whole world had seemed a lot different. And a lot clearer.

  Gage gestured at her plate with his fork. “Aren’t you going to eat any more?”

  She looked down to see that she’d barely touched her food. “I’m full.”

  She expected Gage to point out that she’d hardly eaten anything and that she couldn’t be full, but instead he put down his fork and picked up hers, then twirled some angel hair pasta on it and held it out to her.

  “Don’t stare at it,” he prompted gently. “Eat it.”

  Mac couldn’t help but smile. She’d said the same thing to him in the parking lot of the fast-food place last night. The gesture was so endearing that she opened her mouth and let him feed her even though she wasn’t hungry.

  As she chewed, he loaded the fork again. “I know what you saw today bothered you. But I want you to know that I’m okay. Really okay.”

  When she opened her mouth to respond, he slipped the forkful of pasta right in. She frowned at him, but finished chewing before she answered.

  “I know you’re okay, but it still scared the hell out of me. I didn’t realize seeing you in danger would affect me the way it did.”

  Gage gave her a piece of chicken, then more pasta. He was really good at feeding her—he didn’t even make a mess. Plus, it was kind of sexy.

  “I’m sorry I scared you,” he said softly.

  “It’s not your fault,” she told him equally softly. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

  He kept feeding her, and she kept eating for him. There was something so fascinating about such a big man using her fork so carefully. It made her wonder what he’d be like in bed. Just as slow and considerate as he was at the table, she was sure.

  “I think I really am getting full now,” she said with a smile.

  He speared another piece of chicken. “Eat a little more. You’re going to need your energy for later.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “I thought the plan was for you to get your rest?”

  He grinned as he fed her the piece of chicken. “There’ll be plenty of time for rest. I’m off for the next two days, remember?”

  Mac laughed. “I remember. But if we’re not going to be resting, what are we going to be doing?”

  He put down her fork and pushed his chair away from the table, then stood and moved around behind her. He leaned down so his mouth was right near her ear. “I thought we might burn off all those calories from dinner.”

  Mac couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through her. After the last few days of playing the sexual equivalent of hide-and-seek, she was so ready to burn some calories.

  She laughed as Gage tugged her to her feet. She put both her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as his hands slid down to her waist and lifted her easily off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom.

  When Gage draped her across the queen-sized bed, then joined her, she discovered it wasn’t quite as roomy as she’d thought. With Gage’s broad shoulders and long legs, the two of them were going to have a hard time fitting.

  “I think we’re going to need a bigger bed,” she said.

  Gage let out a throaty chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’ll make do. Just stay close.”

  As if demonstrating, he leaned over and trailed scorching kisses along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. God, that feels amazing.

  “I can do close… Close is good,” she whispered, letting her head fall back on the pillow as he nibbled his way along the V-neck of her shirt toward her cleavage.

  She twined her fingers in Gage’s short hair and urged him lower. That earned her another chuckle.

  “Thanks for the guidance, but trust me, I know where I’m headed.”

  “Just wanted to make sure,” she said as he kissed his way to the first button of her shirt. “I know how men hate to ask for directions.”

  That got her a growl and a little nip. “Okay, you asked for it.”

  He reached up and yanked her blouse open, sending buttons flying. Then his hot mouth was on her again, moving over the exposed parts of her breasts. She couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her lips, but whether it was from the feel of his mouth on her or the animalistic way he’d torn her blouse, she couldn’t say. She’d never had a man tear her clothes before, but decided she definitely liked it—as long as Gage was the one doing the tearing. She wondered if her other clothes might end up in a similar condition.

  Gage kissed his way down to her belly button before moving back up to tease her nipples through the silky fabric of her bra. She couldn’t resist grabbing at his hair again, silently begging for him to stay right there for a while.

  “God, that feels good,” she whispered. “Please keep doing that.”

  He didn’t complain at her additional guidance and direction this time. Instead, he ran his hands up her torso to squeeze her breasts together while he suckled on her nipples. Mmm, she’d always appreciated a man who knew how to take his time.

  He slid one hand under her back and popped the clasp on her bra. And he had nimble fingers, too. That boded well.

  Then his mouth was back on her nipple, this time without the nuisance of the intervening fabric. She arched with a whimper, pushing her breast more firmly into his mouth. Damn, did he have a talented tongue or what? And there were so many other places he had yet to visit with it.

  She was so lost in what he was doing to her nipples she didn’t even notice when he undid the buttons on her jeans. He stopped feasting on her breast to yank off her jeans. When the hell had he taken off her shoes? She seriously didn’t remember that.

  As Gage continued to work his magic on her nipples, she realized she was completely naked—okay, she still had her panties on—but Gage hadn’t taken a single stitch of his uniform off yet.

  That just seemed unfair—and kind of hot.

  Especially when he stopped nibbling and sat back to gaze at her with eyes positively brimming with yearning. Talk about a boost to her self-esteem. Every woman wanted to be lusted after, and that was definitely what Gage was doing right then.

  She laid there trembling as his eyes wandered up and down her body, devouring every inch of her. If all that nibbling and suckling hadn’t made her wet, the heat in those eyes sure as hell did.

  Mac sat up on her elbows, looking at him. “I couldn’t help noticing that I’m almost naked and you’re still completely dressed. Are you planning on doing anything about that?”

  The smolder in his eyes as he grinned was almost enough to make her moan. “There is one thing I could do.”

  Holding her captive with nothing more than his eyes, he tucked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slipped them off as smooth as silk. She was left gasping by the heart-thudding sexiness of the move.

  Gage moved off the bed to stand there gazing at her—all of her—in absolute hunger. All she could do was lean back on her elbows and enjoy the pleasure of being his object of adoration. She could definitely get used to this.

  “That’s better.” His gaze lingered on the triangle of downy curls between her legs. “Completely naked suits you. In fact, you should stay that way all the time.”

  She parted her legs just enough for him to get a glimpse of the wetness there. “Something tells me I’m going to be this w
ay a lot when you’re around.”

  His mouth edged up. “Probably.”

  Gage seemed more than satisfied to stand there and devour her with his eyes for the rest of the night. But if he did it much longer, she was going to start touching herself. He must have sensed her desperation because he smiled and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. Once that hit the floor, he shed his black T-shirt in that casual way guys did—just whipped it over his head like it was nothing.

  Her gaze immediately locked on the epic display of perfect muscles. Broad shoulders, pecs that looked like they could bench-press a car, and abs so tight they almost made her want to get down on her knees and worship him.

  And there was more where that came from.

  She watched in fascination as he took off the ankle holster holding his backup pistol and placed it on the bedside table. His boots and uniform pants joined the T-shirt on the floor, letting her get a good, long look at his tanned, muscular legs. But as mouthwatering as his chiseled body was, she was almost more captivated by the part of him she couldn’t see—the blatant bulge in his tight, black boxer briefs.

  She was done with passively lying back and watching. Time for her to be in charge of the final reveal. Sitting up, she wiggled to the edge of the bed. Gage chuckled as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and tugged him closer until he was positioned comfortably between her legs.

  She was tempted to simply yank down his briefs—there was a big part of her that yearned to see what he was hiding in there—but she controlled herself. She ran her hand over the bulge, teasing herself, and him, a little first. His shaft felt so hard through the fabric of his underwear. Slipping her fingers in the waistband of his briefs again, she carefully hauled them over his erection.

  Mac tried to act nonchalant as his hard, thick cock came into view, but she was pretty sure she failed. He was just so…perfect.

  Giving in to the overwhelming desire to taste him, she dipped her head and wrapped her lips around him. The growl he let loose was almost as rewarding as the flavor that awaited her—almost. She told herself she’d only take a little taste. No need to go too crazy. But once she started, she couldn’t control herself. He tasted like heaven.

  Gage slid his hand in her hair, encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing. She let herself go, licking and nibbling up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around and around the head, moaning as his essence filled her mouth and coated her tongue.

  She didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed when Gage took charge and gently nudged her back on the bed. She suspected her lover had other plans.

  Her pulse quickened as he spread her legs and kissed his way up the inside of her right leg. For such a big man, he had the gentlest touch. Her body quivered as he moved higher and higher. By the time he reached her inner thigh, she was practically squirming.

  He lifted his head, a smile tugging playfully at his mouth. “Is this too much? I can stop if you want.”

  She shook her head. “No. I’m fine. Keep going.”

  He chuckled and spread her legs even more, then pressed his very warm lips to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. But whereas he’d moved quickly before, now he practically went at a snail’s pace, which just about drove her crazy. When he got to the tender flesh just inches from her sex, he lingered there, teasing her. She bit back a scream of frustration and got her fingers in his hair, tugging him right where she needed him.

  He didn’t fight her, and she almost let out a cheer as that talented mouth of his finally settled onto her very wet pussy. His tongue moved up and down the folds, swirling around her clit every time it reached the apex.

  “Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Just like that.”

  He probably didn’t need the directions—in fact, he was doing just fine without them—but she couldn’t stop herself from babbling. Talking soon became impossible as Gage spent more time focusing on her sensitive nub. Moaning was still an option, though. She did a lot of that.

  Mac ran her hands over his scalp, loving the feel of his short hair under her fingers as he ravaged her with his mouth. She especially liked the way he slipped his big hands under her ass and lifted her up to devour like she was a juicy slice of watermelon.

  It didn’t take long before she felt the familiar tingles that told her an orgasm was on the way. She clenched her fingers into the hair on the back of Gage’s head and wiggled her hips in tight, little circles. He must have picked up on her signals because he pulled her tighter to his mouth and focused solely on her clit.

  Mac tensed, her breathing coming faster and faster as the tingles got stronger. This was going to be a strong one—she could feel it.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begged, not thinking for a second that he would.

  Gage continued moving his tongue in that perfect rhythm, pushing her higher and higher until it was hard to breathe. The pressure of her orgasm building was like a flood that was barely being held back. When the dam finally broke, she screamed loud enough for the whole apartment building to hear. And when the wave crashed over her, it swept her up and carried her out with the tide until her whole body spasmed.

  The first wave receded, only to be followed by a second one that was almost as strong. The third, fourth, and fifth waves weren’t nearly as intense but they were just as pleasurable. Gage kept licking her, using the perfect amount of pressure to make her body tremble for a long time. Damn, even the aftershocks were better than a lot of the orgasms she’d had.

  When she finally surfaced and figured out which way was up, she lifted her head to see Gage regarding her with a very satisfied smile.

  “You look beautiful when you come, did you know that?”

  She felt her face heat. Or maybe her face was still flushed from orgasm. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Though I must admit, I’m impressed with your multitasking—making me come and watching me at the same time? I didn’t think guys could do two things at once.”

  Gage nipped her inner thigh. Not hard, but enough to make her jump. While she was still recovering from that surprise, he smoothly climbed up her body until his eyes were level with hers. Wow, he was really nimble for a guy his size.

  He gave her a wolfish grin. “I’m going to enjoy showing you how many things I can do all at the same time.”

  His erection pressed against the inner thigh he’d just bitten, as if he was kissing it to make it feel better. “I look forward to it.” She reached down between her legs to wrap her hand around him. “But maybe we should start with this first.”

  He sucked in a breath. “Condoms. Do you have any?”

  Mac felt a moment of panic. She still had some from when she’d gone out with that guy from the mayor’s office a few months ago, didn’t she?

  “In the top drawer of the nightstand.”

  She hoped.

  She was forced to let go of his cock so he could get the condom. Thankfully, he moved quickly, and was soon kneeling between her legs again. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as he rolled the thin latex down his shaft.

  He braced himself with a strong, muscular arm on either side of her head and nudged her wet opening with the tip of his erection. “Where were we?”

  “I think you were about to impress me with your multitasking skills,” she said.

  He grinned. “Oh yeah, I remember now.”

  Gage dipped his head, capturing her mouth with his at the same time he slowly eased himself inside her. She was wet and oh-so-ready for him, but it still made her catch her breath. He was just as built below the belt as he was everywhere else.

  But he moved carefully, waiting for her to relax before going deeper. Mac was more than a little eager for him to pick up the pace, but he refused no matter how much she lifted her hips. Even when she wrapped her legs around him and urged him to giddyap with her heels, he continued his leisurely thrusts.

  He definitely had the multitasking thing down, too. He kept up a perfect steady rhythm with his hips while kissing her so
thoroughly she was almost dizzy from it.

  She slipped her hands up his powerful arms, their muscles bulging from the exertion of holding himself perched above her, to his broad shoulders, and finally around the back of his head, where she got a firm grip so she could kiss him hard. Their tongues tangled, and she moaned at how delicious he tasted.

  Letting out a sound that was half growl, half groan, Gage pumped his hips faster. With him pounding deep inside her like that, she found it impossible to keep kissing him, and she tore her mouth away from his.

  “Who’s the one with problems multitasking now?” Gage asked huskily.

  Mac would have answered with a snappy comeback, but her mind was a complete blank at the moment. Every time his cock bottomed out, little shocks of lightning shot through her body. She mumbled something unintelligible and squeezed him tighter with her legs, silently begging for more.

  He gazed down at her, his eyes almost gold in the soft light coming through the bedroom window. “Do you need me to do it harder and faster?”

  She nodded.

  But instead of going harder and faster, Gage slowed down, hesitating when he pulled out, then sliding back in inch by glorious inch. She whimpered.

  “What’s wrong?” Gage asked softly.

  She shook her head, unable to do more than mutter incoherently.

  He kissed her again, sucking gently on her lower lip before trailing his mouth over to her ear. “Tell me exactly what you need, Mackenzie.”

  She had no idea why, but the way he whispered her name—her full name—in her ear that way, demanding that she communicate exactly what she wanted him to do turned her on like mad. She probably wouldn’t have been able to say it, not if he’d been looking at her. But with his mouth by her ear like it was, that wasn’t a problem.