Seducing the Wolf (21 page)

To think that such a miracle was possible…

She felt the gentle slide of Manning’s fingers around hers as he took her forgotten glass of whiskey and set it down on the table. Clasping both of her hands, he stared into her eyes.

“Without going into too much detail,” he said, “we recently had a major breakthrough that gave me every reason to believe we’ll eventually secure FDA approval.”

“Really?” Taylor whispered.

A soft smile curved his mouth. “Really.”

“That’s wonderful, Manning.” She let out a small, shaky laugh. “Listen to me. How woefully inadequate that sounds. What you’re doing is
beyond
wonderful. It’s…it’s…” Shaking her head, she tenderly cradled his face between her hands and whispered, “Micah thanks you. And so do I.”

Manning closed his eyes, but not before she saw a flash of raw pain and yearning. It pulled at her, unleashing something inside her. Something fierce and elemental.

Something she had to obey.

Pushing him back against the sofa, she straddled his hips and crushed her mouth to his.

15

M
anning groaned with pleasure, plunging his hands into her hair as she licked between his lips, stroking his tongue. As they hungrily explored each other’s mouths, she felt his cock hardening against her butt, setting off a slow burn between her thighs.

Without breaking the steamy kiss, he reached down to slide off her sandals, one at a time.

Before the last shoe hit the floor, he surged from the sofa with her legs around him and carried her over to the glass conference table that was large enough to accommodate an orgy. As he set her down, she wondered fleetingly if he’d fantasized about taking her on the table during his meeting.

The thought aroused her even more as she watched him rip off his broadcloth shirt, scattering buttons everywhere. Together they reached for his undershirt, yanking it up and over his head. Then he stood there in all his bare-chested glory—bulging biceps and rippling washboard abs gleaming under the lights. The perfect Adonis.

Taylor stared at him, saliva pooling in her mouth. Speechless, she reached out and touched him wonderingly, tracing her fingertips over sculpted pecs and the breathtakingly sexy V-cut muscle on his pelvis.

“So strong,” she marveled as his flesh quivered beneath her exploring hands. “So beautiful.”

Nostrils flaring, Manning tugged off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her chest was heaving, pushing her breasts over the tops of her bra. He caressed her body with his stare, consuming her, emboldening her. Setting her on fire.

Holding his dark gaze, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, slid the straps past her shoulders and let the scrap of lingerie fall away.

Manning swore gutturally as he reached down and cupped her plump breasts. She arched backward, pushing into him, into the pleasure of his touch. He slowly rubbed her nipples until they elongated, hardening into tight points. Lowering his head, he swirled his tongue over a stiff peak, the sensation shooting straight to her sex and making her ache.

“Manning,” she whispered pleadingly.

He lifted his head to stare down at her. “Tell me what you want, Taylor.”

She looked into his eyes, and she understood what he was asking of her. He wanted her to own this moment, own this choice she was making. By voicing her desires to him, she wouldn’t be able to suggest afterward that he’d taken advantage of her, or that she’d simply lost her head in the heat of the moment. She wouldn’t be a passive participant in her own seduction.

“Tell me what you want,” Manning repeated his command. A small, sexy smile teased the edges of his mouth, but his eyes glittered with focused intensity. “Say the words.”

“I want…” Her voice was barely audible. “I want you to—”

“Louder, Taylor.”

She shivered at the lash of authority in his deep voice. “I want you to take off my jeans and my panties. I want you to make love to me.”

Manning’s eyes gleamed with fierce satisfaction.

He pulled her off the table and set her down on her feet. Dropping to his haunches before her, he unbuttoned her fly and unzipped her jeans, then slowly eased the snug denim over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of it, then stood there trembling as he lowered his mouth to the waistband of her bikini panties. He used his teeth to drag the strip of cotton down to her ankles, and when she kicked off the underwear, he lifted her back onto the table and pushed her thighs apart. She was so primed for him, so soaking wet, that her juices leaked out to make a puddle on the cool glass beneath her.

Laying her flat on her back, Manning kissed his way down her body, worshipping her with his mouth. She moaned as his tongue slowly circled her hard nipples. When he drew one between his lips and sucked, she almost came from the electric spasms of pleasure that shot through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling his warm breath on her quivering belly as he kissed her pubic bone and rimmed her navel with a sinuous curl of his tongue. She whimpered, her hips rising off the table to urge him to put his mouth where she craved it most.

He obliged her, flicking out his tongue to stroke her drenched slit.

Taylor gasped and threw back her head, her hands gripping the edge of the table.

“Ah, baby,” he groaned thickly. “You taste incredible.”

He licked her clit and the swollen lips of her labia, his tongue rasping over raw nerve endings until tears stung her eyes. She’d never been with a man who knew his way around the female anatomy so thoroughly he could have been a co-creator.

Her heart pounded as he circled the entrance to her body with the tip of his tongue, licking the wetness that seeped out of her. She twisted and writhed against him, her breath coming in short gasps. When he sucked the throbbing nub of her clit into his mouth, she arched off the table, pushing her hips at his face.

A low, primitive sound rumbled up from his chest. Closing his mouth over her cleft, he speared his tongue into her pussy.

Taylor came with a strangled cry, her body jerking with every pulse of ecstasy.

Manning held her aloft as his tongue lapped at her cream. His eyes smoldered with satisfaction and arousal as he watched her orgasm play out across her face.

“I love to watch you come, Taylor,” he growled as he lowered her back onto the table and reached for his belt. “It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to watch your face when I’m deep inside you. I can’t wait to feel you melting and coming all over my dick.”

Taylor was so turned on by his words she could barely breathe. She pulled herself up, watching eagerly as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. When the dick in question sprang free, she saw that it was even bigger than she’d remembered.

As Manning stared down at her, she reached out and took his hard shaft in her trembling hand. It was impossibly long, thick and heavy, steel against her palm. A throbbing vein coursed the length of it, and the broad head glistened with precum. As Taylor wrapped her fingers around the enormous girth, she could feel blood pulsing beneath the smooth flesh. Her mouth watered and her pussy wept for joy.

“My jeans,” she rasped, pointing to the floor. “Front pocket.”

Nostrils flaring, Manning bent down to pick up her discarded jeans. He reached into the right pocket and pulled out the condom she’d placed there earlier.

He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “Why, Miss Chastain,” he drawled silkily, “I do believe you came here to seduce me.”

Taylor was too far gone—and too damn hungry—to feel any embarrassment. “Just hurry up and put it on,” she panted.

“Yes, ma’am.” He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and deftly rolled the latex over his erection. He was so long and thick that the condom didn’t fit him completely. Making a mental note to buy extra-large condoms next time—
next time?
—Taylor pulled him to her, kissing him urgently as his hands gripped her thighs and spread them wide. Standing between her legs, he rubbed her cleft with the big crown of his shaft, making her even wetter.

As their eyes locked, Taylor whispered, “Fuck me.”

Manning growled, the sound so low and feral it was barely human. And then, with a powerful surge of his hips, he drove deep inside her.

She let out a piercing wail, nearly climaxing just from the friction of his huge cock stretching her.

He shuddered against her, his muscles quaking as he slammed his eyes shut and groaned helplessly, “You’re so tight.”

Licking at his lips, Taylor wrapped her legs around his waist and warned breathlessly, “Don’t you dare come too fast.”

His eyes opened, latching onto hers, and he shook his head. “I won’t,” he promised. “This is too fucking good to rush.”

Taylor couldn’t agree more as he began thrusting into her, the muscles in his round ass flexing and denting with each gliding stroke. She moaned, raking her nails down his strong back and gripping him tight.

In unison their eyes lowered to where their bodies were joined. The sight of his thick cock pumping back and forth into her glistening pussy was the most intensely erotic thing Taylor had ever seen. Manning’s raw groan told her he felt the same.

He pushed her flat onto the table, bending her legs until her knees were pressed against her chest. Then he leaned down and sucked her bouncing breasts into his mouth. She sobbed with pleasure, her head thrashing from side to side as he stroked his dick in and out of her. He was lodged so far and deep she could feel him everydamnwhere.

“Ah, Taylor,” he groaned hoarsely. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So
fucking
good.”

“Oh, God, so do you,” she whimpered as waves of searing pleasure slammed through her core. What Manning was doing to her defied the laws of physics, sending her body soaring into otherworldly realms. She didn’t know how much more she could take without coming or dying, whichever happened first.

When her ass was nearly hanging off the table, he slid his hands under her hips, cupped her bottom and lifted her higher against him as he pounded into her, both of them gasping and moaning with each savage thrust.

This was beyond sex. Beyond pleasure. Beyond anything Taylor had ever experienced or imagined. Manning made love to her as if it were the last wish he’d been granted before he had to surrender his soul. Neither of them blinked or closed their eyes, unwilling to lose sight of the other even for a split second.

As a powerful orgasm bore down on Taylor, she began shaking, tears streaming down her face. Moments later, she and Manning exploded together, shouting each other’s names as Taylor came harder than she ever had in her life. Throwing back his head, Manning ejaculated so forcefully she thought he might split the condom in half.

Panting harshly, his arms braced on the table on either side of her head, he stared down at her, his eyes bright with moisture.

She stared back at him. Her mind was completely blown.

Gently pulling her up, he tenderly brushed the tears from her cheeks and kissed her parted lips, then pressed his damp face into the curve of her neck and held her tight.

They stayed like that for a long time, simply absorbing the aftershocks.

Manning was the first to regain the power of speech. “You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about making love to you again, Taylor.”

The words were spoken in a rough-velvet rasp that made her shiver. “How long?” she couldn’t resist asking.

He lifted his head and gave her a lazy smile. “Too damn long.”

“Mmm,” she purred, looping her arms around his neck. “Is this what you were fantasizing about when you had that little smile on your face during your meeting?”

His eyes glinted. “You saw that?”

“I did.” As she slid her tongue across his succulent lower lip, his cock pulsed inside her. “It made me curious.”

“Curious, huh?”

“Umm-hmm.” She tugged his lip between her teeth and gently sucked. “I wanted to know what you were thinking about.”

“Hmm. I was thinking about a number of things.”

“Such as?”

“This, definitely.”

“Mmm. And what else?”

“I could tell you,” he murmured, his tongue snaking out to stroke hers. “Or we could just do a live demonstration.”

“Oooh,” she crooned with wicked delight. “I vote for the live demonstration.”

His eyes gleamed. “I was hoping you would.”

Keeping their bodies intimately joined, he picked her up from the table and carried her across the suite to the leather sofa. He sat down with her straddling his hips, then caught her face between his hands and slanted his hungry mouth over hers. She moaned, kissing him back just as ravenously.

“Ride my dick,” he whispered.

She shivered, aroused by the erotic command. “With pleasure.”

She rose to her knees, lifting off him until he’d nearly slipped from her body. Holding his hooded gaze, she flexed her muscles around the swollen head of his penis, making him cry out hoarsely, “
Shit!
”

Drunk on her newfound feminine power, Taylor slid down the steely length of his cock, sinking all the way to his balls.