Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) (7 page)

Hmmm ... His butt looks good ... good enough to
eat ...

Jake almost choked. He finally realized what he was hearing,
but ...
his butt?

A thought-wave of desire drifted over him, washing him in the
initial stirrings of feminine awareness. It had a tinge of Adrienne to it. She
was sending him mental pictures of her hands on the fly of his trousers,
brushing over his hardness as she pushed his pants down, of her hands roaming
over his butt, stroking ... squeezing ... her long fingers splayed
wide on his flesh ...

He whirled around.

Adrienne was looking at him through half-lidded eyes,
straight at his groin, which was where his butt was before he turned. His cock
stirred in answer to her heated gaze.

The mournful tones of the theme song from an old love story
filled the room.

Of their own accord, his feet took him to Adrienne.

She glanced up, startled. Her eyes had turned dark brown.
With need? Her unique fragrance wafted by him, heightening his sensual awareness
of her.

As if in a dream, Jake held out his hand. He bowed. “May I
have this dance?” His voice was low. The love song weaved a web of intimacy in
the atmosphere.

“Yes.” She placed her hand in his.

They danced, wrapped in each other’s arms. They moved around
the small room in minute movements, swaying to their own internal music and
rhythm.

Adrienne rested her head against his chest and closed her
eyes.

A long, lonely time ...

This was what she had dreamed of for so long. She didn’t care
if this was real or only her fantasy; she wanted this moment to last forever.

His male scent surrounded her, drugging her body and her
mind. His chest beneath her cheek was warm and firm, moving with his every
intake of air. And his arms -- oooh, they were holding her so tightly she
couldn’t break free even if she wanted to. He felt just as she had imagined.

The hard bulge beneath his pants brushed against her stomach.
Almost unconsciously, she rubbed against it, exaggerating her movements.

He groaned. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”

I hungered for your touch ...

Desire unfurled in her veins. She snuggled closer to him. He
was no longer her boss; he was just Jake, the man who could burn her up with
lust just by looking at her. Her hands caressed his back and her voice was husky
as she said, “We can’t have that now, can we?”

Silent laughter tore through him. Pressed this close to him,
she felt the vibrations going through his body.

“And what do you plan to do about it?”

Her hands inched downward until she was cupping his buttocks.
“This.” His butt was tight, packed with muscles. She couldn’t wait to see, to
touch, to ... eat him up.

He inhaled sharply. The slight bulge hardened even more, if
that were possible.

She squeezed and massaged lightly. “And this.” She turned her
head and looked up at him, gratified to see the wild lust in his eyes. “And if
you allow, I’ll do even more.” Her voice thrummed with need. “I will kiss every
inch of you, from your lips, down your luscious body to your throbbing cock,
and -- oh heavens, I want to taste your sweet, sweet butt. And
then --”

He choked. “Sweet butt?”

Adrienne grinned. He looked so adorable with that hint of red
sweeping across his face. “Obviously, you’ve never seen your backside.” She
made a face. “Believe me, many women in the office can be seen with mesmerized
looks on their faces when you pass by.”

Despite his embarrassed protests, her statement turned him
on. She felt his unmistakable arousal against her belly. She wondered how long
he was, if he could reach to her womb --

“Even if I were able to see
my own butt,
I doubt I
would have the same reaction as you do.” He ground against her in retaliation
and insinuated a thigh between her legs.

She purred. She was so tempted to stroke her hungry core
against his muscled thigh. She controlled herself, denying herself to heighten
the anticipation. “As long as I’m allowed that reaction, I’m okay.” She didn’t
know what she was saying anymore.

“Do you still want to dance?” His voice was thick.

“Yes --”

“Okay.”

She felt his reluctance as he tried to give in to her wishes.
“But another kind of dance.” She allowed herself a small smile. “The one that
doesn’t involve clothes.”

He paused for an infinitesimal second.

“You should have said so earlier,” was the last thing she
heard from him before his lips captured hers, kissing her with passionate
strokes. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, striking up a duel with her
tongue.

He tore at her clothes, ripping them in his haste. Buttons
clattered to the floor, but Adrienne barely noticed; she was too busy with his
shirt, taking away the only barrier between her hands and his warm,
satin-smooth skin. Muscles bunched where she touched, but he wasn’t overly
muscular, just enough to give him a firm shape beneath any kind of clothing he
wore.

He opened the snap of her skirt. She felt the material
flutter to the floor. His fingers hooked around the band of her panties. He
nudged them down to her thighs and sank a finger into the cleft of her pussy.

Desire steeped her, filling her with harsh, urgent need. She
moaned and opened her legs as far as her trapped panties would allow ...
which wasn’t far enough. She whimpered. He ignored her. Instead, he inserted
two fingers deeper, massaging her folds with furious strokes. His neck corded
with the effort he was expending to keep up the fast, insistent rhythm.

She keened. Her release was near ... she could feel
it ...

“I want to taste you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

He lifted her in his arms, and then slowly lowered her to the
carpeted floor. Without breaking stride, he replaced his fingers with his
mouth, lapping and slurping with fierce desperation, his tongue creating havoc
wherever it touched. He opened her legs wider to reach her opening; the panties
snapped. His tongue pointed, thrusting in and out with bold strokes. His
urgency, his passion, ignited her erotic side.

Her hands tangled in his hair. She pulled him closer,
pressing him against her pussy.

His tongue circled around her clitoris.

Her breath quickened.

His mouth sucked.

She cried out, the intense sensations threatening to
overwhelm her, swamp her until her world dwindled to nothing but Jake ...
his mouth ... his tongue ...

Oh God.

There was no order, no logic,
nothing
whatsoever to
commend Jake’s actions, but she was falling apart, shattering ...

His hard cock shoved into her as she started to convulse. His
action threw her over the edge. She erupted into screams and vicious movements,
her pussy gripping around him tightly. Each time she crested and started to
come down, a slight movement from him would send her off again. Her pleasure
went on and on.

Finally, she came back to herself. She was half-lying on the
sofa, panting heavily. Her brow was covered with sweat, but her lips were
slowly forming a wide smile. It was the best damn ride she’d ever had.

She opened her eyes. Jake’s head was thrown back and he had a
look of intense concentration on his face. He was trying to push into her, but
her pussy was still holding him so tightly his movements were almost stagnant.

She purred.

His eyes popped open. He glared at her. “You witch!”

She laughed from sheer joy. Her muscles relaxed and he slid
in. “You are the best lover I ever had.”

“I’d better be.” His face softened, but he still sounded
disgruntled.

“Prove it again, Jake.” She challenged him with a sultry
laugh. “Bring me to greater heights.”

Chapter Six

He covered her lips in a voracious kiss. She yielded to him,
but her tongue dueled fiercely with his, sometimes gaining ground into his
mouth and sometimes retreating so he could taste her honeyed depths.

Her pleasure washed over him, increasing his building
tension.
No one had kissed her quite like this, making her feel cherished
and wanted, wanted for herself and not her money.

Jake was startled. Money?

He started to pull back, but her soft body and being snugly
encased in her sweet warmth were siren songs that sang to him, making him lose
the fleeting thought that had flashed through his mind. His body ached from a
long-delayed release and called to him with urgency.

He thrust into her with measured, sensual strokes. He slid
easily, her generous wetness easing the passage for him.

Her pussy gloved him, tightening about him in minute
increments. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his neck, enabling him
to push deeper. She whimpered and writhed beneath him, her movements inciting
his excitement. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed.

He was nearing his release. He broke their kiss, whispering
roughly, “Open your eyes, Adrienne. Look at me.”

Her gaze reflected all the wild lust and naked desire in the
world. Suddenly, the full force of the sensations she was feeling slammed into
him, breaking over him in massive shock waves: the building pressure, the
anticipation of release, the way she savored each thrust and plunge. It
propelled him into shattering, his own tension exploding in conjunction with
hers, and only the pleasure was left as it engulfed them both.

* * * * *

“What was
that?
”

They were too lazy to move to the bedroom, so they made do
with her carpeted floor. Adrienne sprawled on top of him, her slight weight no
burden.

He rubbed lazy circles on her back. “What was what?”

“Toward the end ...” She hesitated. “It was like --
don’t laugh, okay? And don’t think I’m crazy either,” she warned.

Jake tried hard not to laugh. She was so funny. Good thing
her head was turned away from his face. Although ... He squinted
suspiciously down at her. He could almost swear she was deliberately blowing
air at his nipple.

“Toward the end ... I
felt
your pleasure.” She
faltered. “In ... in my mind.”

“You did?” Shock electrified him.

“Yes. At least, I think so. I, uh, I felt you ejaculate and
the release it gave you.” There was wonder in her voice as she continued, “I
certainly haven’t been able to do that before, I mean, feel the pleasure, the
ecstasy of
my partner.
”

“That’s amazing.” Awe colored his voice. He was sure if she
were to look up, she’d see his amazement on his face as well. “I mean, I’ve
heard of it happening, but never have I experienced it before --”

“What?!”

“I’m an empath, Adrienne -- Ow!” She’d dug her elbows
into his ribs to support her head as she looked at him.

She moved her elbows to meatier portions of his chest.
“Sorry. Really?”

Her curiosity swept over him, but it was immediately followed
by dismay, although nothing showed on her face.
Oh no, he can’t find out
about --

Her mental shields slammed up.

He wondered what she meant by that, what she didn’t want him
to know. A secret lover? The strong surge of jealousy clawed at him, surprising
him with its intensity. Had Adrienne gotten under his skin more than he knew?
Or was it because he was naturally possessive, wouldn’t tolerate his woman with
another man?

Her elbow jabbed deliberately hard on his chest. “You were
saying?”

He quickly collected his thoughts. “Yes, as an empath, I can
sense feelings, thoughts,” he smiled ruefully. “It has brought me quite a few
problems in the past --”

“Problems?”

“Once, I was interviewing this candidate for the post of
Marketing Executive. She was obviously under-qualified and didn’t have the
necessary experience, but I sensed her desperation for a job. I kept seeing
mental images of little children in a small run-down apartment. Apparently,
their parents had died in an accident, and she was the sole breadwinner of the
family. So, I gave her the job, with the condition that she had to learn all
that was required of her within six months or be terminated.”

Adrienne smiled. Her eyes softened. “You’re a very sensitive
man, Jake.”

“Yeah, Mr. Sensitivity, that’s me,” he said self-deprecatingly.

“So, uh, you can sense my thoughts?”

“I know you’ve had the hots for me since, oh, the first day
we met.” He leered.

She grinned, unashamed. “How embarrassing.”

“Embarrassingly erotic and arousing. There were many times I
almost came in my pants, especially when the images were accompanied by
particularly strong emotions.” He lifted his head and licked her nose.

Moving a few inches upward, she reached out with her tongue
and dueled with his in the open air. Their tongues still making love play, he
reached between their bodies to fondle her pussy, testing her wetness. She was
dripping.

His cock stirred and rose, thumping against her thigh,
seeking her molten heat.

Her eyes darkened as she saw his intent. Her breath
quickened.

He sensed her increasing degree of excitement and caught a
fleeting picture of what she was expecting from him. Positioning his engorged
cock at the entrance, he surged into her in one sharp move, taking her breast
into his mouth at the same time and biting down hard.

She threw back her head and arched. “Argh!”

She was so primed that her pussy immediately constricted
around him, tightening as her muscles drew him in. Her legs bent around his
waist and pulled him closer. The action heightened his urgency. He thrust and
plunged, allowing her pussy to milk him until he spewed his load. Through the
mind-link, he felt her pleasure spiral, peak and swell, overwhelming him with
its force and might.