had a trim. The length of his hair hung mid-neck instead of to his shoulders.
Wolfe jogged to the door, opened it, and leaned against the frame. The elevator ground its way up to the top floor. The doors slid open with a hiss and Kerri stepped out. His heart hit a rhythmic beat, loud and strong enough to accompany a hard-rock song.
With three long strides, he pulled her into his arms. Her suitcase hit the floor as she twined her arms around his neck.
The kiss spoke of the hunger between them, the yearning. He had plans; they would share a bottle of wine and talk. That all broke apart in sparks as soon as his lips touched hers. He stepped back before he took her against the wall again. Not out here. Leaning down, he grabbed her case, while his other arm looped around her waist, bringing her luxuriant warmth close.
As they stepped across the threshold and he closed the door, Kerri turned him to face her.
“Why am I here, Wolfe?”
After leaning her bag against the wall, he bracketed her face with his hands and stared down into her moist eyes.
“I need you. I want you. I want us to talk, but shit, I want you in my bed more. Let me make love to you, show you how I feel. Then, after…we’ll talk. I promise.” He kissed her again.
He touched his forehead against hers.
“Come to my bed. Now.”
Chapter Nine
The interior of the condo passed in a blur as Wolfe pulled her toward his bedroom. There wasn’t much furniture or decorative pieces or personal items that she could see. Didn’t even look lived in. She liked the cathedral ceilings and all the windows.
His bedroom consisted of a king-size bed. That was it. Four boxes sat on the floor with various pieces of clothes hanging out of them. Was he packing or unpacking? A guitar case leaned against the wall in the corner. By his own admission, he hadn’t played in a long time, but it looked as if Wolfe needed the instrument close to him. Wolfe and his guitar shared the room, companions in loneliness.
She had taken a hell of a risk coming to the big city on the word of a man she’d just met. What did she know of him, really? Okay, she’d read way too many Michael Connelly books. It wasn’t as if Wolfe were planning anything nefarious.
Still, to settle her overactive imagination, that morning she’d knocked on the door of the ranch-style home at the end of her road. She didn’t have to ask. She could see, genetically speaking, Wolfe and the couple at the door were related.
His mother had held out her hand in introduction. “You must be Kerri. Wolfe has spoken of you many times.”
“Kerri? Are you with me?”
Wolfe’s sexy voice pulled her back to the present.
She cupped his cheek, stroking the silken smoothness with her fingers. “Always.”
The look in his eyes softened. Taking her hand, he laid a hot, sizzling kiss on the palm.
Stepping back, he pulled out a strip of condoms and tossed them on the bed. She couldn’t help but laugh.
In the past, she’d been a little self-conscious about her weight. Wolfe made her forget all doubts. He said he loved her curves and she believed him. With him, she had become the sensual woman that she’d always known resided in her.
He undressed her in a slow, seductive manner. As he trailed his long, graceful fingers across her body, she became aware of her skin, so sensitive because of his touch. She stood before him naked, and not because her clothes had been removed. She exposed her heart and soul, too.
Kerri reached for his buttons, undid them, and then slipped the shirt from his shoulders.
He finished undressing. Even though he looked a little thin, he had the lean musculature that universally appealed. She stepped closer, running her fingers through his hair.
“I love you had this trimmed, and I much prefer you clean-shaven.” She rubbed her cheek against his.
Wolfe clasped her arms, leaned in, and whispered, “I want you on your hands and knees with me behind, my cock thrusting
Wolfe jogged to the door, opened it, and leaned against the frame. The elevator ground its way up to the top floor. The doors slid open with a hiss and Kerri stepped out. His heart hit a rhythmic beat, loud and strong enough to accompany a hard-rock song.
With three long strides, he pulled her into his arms. Her suitcase hit the floor as she twined her arms around his neck.
The kiss spoke of the hunger between them, the yearning. He had plans; they would share a bottle of wine and talk. That all broke apart in sparks as soon as his lips touched hers. He stepped back before he took her against the wall again. Not out here. Leaning down, he grabbed her case, while his other arm looped around her waist, bringing her luxuriant warmth close.
As they stepped across the threshold and he closed the door, Kerri turned him to face her.
“Why am I here, Wolfe?”
After leaning her bag against the wall, he bracketed her face with his hands and stared down into her moist eyes.
“I need you. I want you. I want us to talk, but shit, I want you in my bed more. Let me make love to you, show you how I feel. Then, after…we’ll talk. I promise.” He kissed her again.
He touched his forehead against hers.
“Come to my bed. Now.”
Chapter Nine
The interior of the condo passed in a blur as Wolfe pulled her toward his bedroom. There wasn’t much furniture or decorative pieces or personal items that she could see. Didn’t even look lived in. She liked the cathedral ceilings and all the windows.
His bedroom consisted of a king-size bed. That was it. Four boxes sat on the floor with various pieces of clothes hanging out of them. Was he packing or unpacking? A guitar case leaned against the wall in the corner. By his own admission, he hadn’t played in a long time, but it looked as if Wolfe needed the instrument close to him. Wolfe and his guitar shared the room, companions in loneliness.
She had taken a hell of a risk coming to the big city on the word of a man she’d just met. What did she know of him, really? Okay, she’d read way too many Michael Connelly books. It wasn’t as if Wolfe were planning anything nefarious.
Still, to settle her overactive imagination, that morning she’d knocked on the door of the ranch-style home at the end of her road. She didn’t have to ask. She could see, genetically speaking, Wolfe and the couple at the door were related.
His mother had held out her hand in introduction. “You must be Kerri. Wolfe has spoken of you many times.”
“Kerri? Are you with me?”
Wolfe’s sexy voice pulled her back to the present.
She cupped his cheek, stroking the silken smoothness with her fingers. “Always.”
The look in his eyes softened. Taking her hand, he laid a hot, sizzling kiss on the palm.
Stepping back, he pulled out a strip of condoms and tossed them on the bed. She couldn’t help but laugh.
In the past, she’d been a little self-conscious about her weight. Wolfe made her forget all doubts. He said he loved her curves and she believed him. With him, she had become the sensual woman that she’d always known resided in her.
He undressed her in a slow, seductive manner. As he trailed his long, graceful fingers across her body, she became aware of her skin, so sensitive because of his touch. She stood before him naked, and not because her clothes had been removed. She exposed her heart and soul, too.
Kerri reached for his buttons, undid them, and then slipped the shirt from his shoulders.
He finished undressing. Even though he looked a little thin, he had the lean musculature that universally appealed. She stepped closer, running her fingers through his hair.
“I love you had this trimmed, and I much prefer you clean-shaven.” She rubbed her cheek against his.
Wolfe clasped her arms, leaned in, and whispered, “I want you on your hands and knees with me behind, my cock thrusting
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