Wolf (Devil's Fury MC 9), Harley Wylde [intellectual books to read TXT] 📗

watching me, making sure I get home at night. The way you are with Sienna, it’s… you’re a good man, Wolf. The way you reacted when I saw your leg, it’s clear you’ve been damaged by other women, and I haven’t been able to stand getting too close to men. We’re quite the pair, but I thought…”

“You thought what?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

“I thought we could heal each other. Sometimes two broken pieces fit together better than smooth ones, right? Like a jigsaw puzzle.”

His lips tipped up on one corner. “Yeah, they do.”

“Will you stay? Even if I can’t give you… everything. At least, not tonight.”

“Glory, I’d never ask for more than you were willing to give. If you just want to cuddle on the couch and watch movies, I’m all right with that. I’ll let you set the pace. Not just tonight, but for every moment from this point forward.”

I stepped closer, pressing my cheek to his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist. It was the first time I’d hugged a man like this, voluntarily. Since having Sienna anyway. It felt good. Right. I breathed him in, and my nipples went hard. I didn’t know why someone hadn’t snapped him up and begged him to marry them. They were all fools.

He ran a hand down my back and held me tighter. I waited, thinking panic would set in, but it didn’t. Anyone else had tried this and I’d have been freaking out by now. With Wolf, I just wanted more.

“Would you kiss me?” I asked. “Please.”

He tipped my chin up. “Sweetheart, it would be my pleasure. I’ve wanted to kiss you since that first week you were here. Then I felt guilty. You didn’t need someone looking at you that way then, and Franny had left just me. My head wasn’t in the right place, so I kept my distance. Or tried to.”

“We’re both single, Wolf. There’s nothing standing in the way.”

He leaned down, his breath fanning across my lips. “Call me Max.”

Before I could question him, he pressed his lips to mine. It was a soft, coaxing kiss that made my toes curl and had me holding onto him. His arm tightened even more, molding me against his body. A soft whimper escaped me, and he took advantage, his lips ravaging mine.

It felt like lava flowed through my veins, the heat licking at me from the inside. My clit throbbed and I squeezed my thighs together, hoping to ease the ache. I rubbed against him like a cat in heat, the friction against my nipples nearly enough to make me come. It felt like everything was spinning.

He broke the kiss and attempted to pull away, but I didn’t let him. Tugging him back down, I kissed him. Wolf groaned and stumbled back, taking me with him. I heard his back crash into the wall. The hand on my hip slid down until he was cupping my ass. I cried out, my panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

“Max!”

“Tell me to stop.” He kissed me again. “Tell me, Glory, or I may go too far.”

I shook my head. No. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted… to come. How long had it been since I’d had an orgasm? Never. That’s how long. I hadn’t been able to give myself one. I had a small vibrator, but I could never relax enough to enjoy it.

“I want to touch you,” he murmured between kisses. “Taste you. Hear you scream in pleasure.”

“Yes! Please, Max. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s scary and thrilling at the same time.” I panted and gripped the sides of his cut. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not doing this in your front entry,” he said.

Sienna was asleep in her bed, which was in the room we shared. I took his hand and led him over to the couch. “It’s not a perfect solution, but would this work? Or… Wait!”

I let go and hurried to my room. I yanked the comforter off the bed and carried it to the living room, then I spread it on the floor. Not the greatest solution, but it was the best I could do. I glanced at him to see if Wolf was disappointed. He shrugged out of his cut before padding toward me. I’d already taken off my shoes and socks. Those were the first thing to go when I got home, and I’d changed out of my scrubs and into a tee and leggings.

He patted his thigh. “Can’t take my shoes off because the boot on this leg is attached to my prosthesis.”

I sank onto the blanket and waited for him to join me. “If you’re trying to drive me away, it won’t work. I’ve seen your leg already. But I want you to be comfortable, so…”

“This isn’t about me right now,” he said. “It’s about you. I’ll give you everything you want, and the moment it’s too much, tell me.”

“All right.”

I stretched out and he lay down beside me, bracing himself on one arm so that he hovered over me a little. Wolf traced the contours of my face and brushed his fingers over my lips. “So beautiful.”

He kissed me again, his lips devouring mine. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure. I squirmed on the blanket, needing more yet not knowing how to ask for it. He seemed to understand and slipped a hand under the edge of my shirt. He skimmed his fingers across my belly before slowly inching up toward my breasts. He cupped one hand over my bra and drew back, his brow furrowing.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“More than.” I licked my lips. “You can touch me any way you want, Max. If something makes me uncomfortable, I’ll let you know. You don’t have to ask permission every step of the way.”

He’d trusted me enough to share his real name. The only thing I had to offer was myself. He’d never given