“Tom,” he said, not looking away from her. The bartender cleared his throat. “Ten minutes, please. I need the room.”
Nothing else was said. The bus boy stopped clearing tables and made his way to the back of the bar, disappearing through a heavy wooden door. The bartender went and locked the entrance, then quickly went through the same door as the bus boy, and Katya could hear it get locked behind him. They were completely alone.
“Do you live close by?” she asked. Wulf pulled her underwear away from his blazer.
“Not close enough.”
She watched as her panties were folded up, then shoved into his pants pocket, and she halfway wondered if she'd ever see them again.
“When I said I didn't want to wait a week, I didn't mean I couldn't wait five more minutes,” she tried to joke, then her breath caught in her throat when his hands smoothed over her hips.
“Pity, because I can't.”
He forced her backwards, pressing his body against her. He wasn't overwhelmingly tall, maybe six foot, but his strong physique was intimidating, and his sheer presence filled the entire room. Made her feel small and helpless and overwhelmingly feminine. She braced her hands on his forearms, allowing him to move her so her back was pressed into the bar.
One of his hands ran down her leg, then gripped her thigh roughly, lifting her. Her hands flew behind her as she was sat on top of the bar. He spread her legs, moving into the space between them, and making her ridiculously aware of the fact that there was nothing between the front of his pants and her crotch.
He was slow and methodical in the way he handled her, as if they had all the time in the world for him to explore her body. As if she was a sculpture he'd bought and paid for, something that belonged to him, was his to touch as he pleased. Her teeth cut into her bottom lip while his hands moved over her dress, briefly cupping her breasts before moving back down to her thighs, spreading them wider still.
“In a million years,” he sighed when he leaned in to kiss her neck. “I would never have imagined Katya Tocci giving me her panties.” She laughed softly while she combed her fingers through his hair.
“Hey, I never said you could keep them.”
“Katya, the moment you showed up at the restaurant the other night, all your panties have belonged to me. You had better get used to that idea.”
Then his hands were on either side of her head, holding her in place while he kissed her, slowly and thoroughly. Stole every molecule out of her lungs. She wasn't sure what she'd expected from him – something a little wilder, a little more scary. But what he was doing was so much more. The anticipation, the expectation, he was driving her insane, building up something inside her. She didn't know how to deal with it, how to react to it. She wanted to whimper and cry, to strip herself bare and just hand herself over to him.
Too late.
When she was actually squirming and writhing against him, her fingernails leaving permanent marks on the back of his neck, he finally moved. Kissed his way to her neck while one hand returned to her breasts. His head followed suit and she soon realized he was pushing her. Forcing her flat on her back. Her head hung off the other side of the bar, so she was looking at the bottles from upside down.
Then his mouth was hot against the inside of her knee, his teeth sharp, causing her to yelp. She tried to sit up, wanted to be an active participant, but his hand came down flat between her breasts, forcing her to stay down. His tongue traced a line from her knee straight to the center of her legs and she let out a long moan.
Once again, the man blew her mind. He was such an arrogant, selfish prick. Not waiting for her at dinner, then making her wait at the bar. Not offering an apology, not offering an explanation. And yet, when she was throwing herself at him, ready to sleep with him right then and there, he was forcing her to stop and he was going down on her, giving her pleasure while taking none for himself.
Wulfric Stone – so generous. Who would've thought?
It was such an intimate act, it usually made her uncomfortable, and she'd only ever had one ex-boyfriend do it with her – she and Liam had never gotten around to it during their night, and she wasn't sure she would've allowed it to happen, anyway. It was just too intense, and she hadn't ever enjoyed it very much, so it wasn't worth it to her to explore it with other men.
All those feelings flew away under Wulf's very experienced tongue and fingers. He was making her see colors she hadn't known existed. She groaned low in her throat, whispered his name. Panted it. Used one hand to hold onto his hair, and the other to grip the side of the bar. Her shoes had long since fallen off, clattering to the floor, and she lifted her leg, balancing the ball of her foot on the heavy oak.
Jesus, she was in a bar. It was a little after eight o'clock at night. The window shading offered some privacy, but if anyone outside decided to crouch down and look underneath the screens, they'd see her spread out on the bar with a man's face between her thighs. The thought made her tremble, and remembering there was kitchen and wait staff lurking just behind the back door made it all the worse. Or better. She didn't know anymore. She cried out and then both hands were in his dark hair, holding him to her.
“Ms. Tocci,” he sighed when he pulled away. She was panting and shivering, trying to catch her breath while he pushed her dress up over her stomach. “You are so sweet, in so very many ways.”
He'd moved away from her and she whimpered at the loss of his weight and heat. Rubbed her legs together, trying to finish what he'd started by using friction alone. Then he grabbed her arm roughly, and before she could open her eyes, he was yanking her upright.
The kisses were still slow, but hotter than anything she'd ever experienced, burning her clear to her soul. She wrapped her tongue around his while she slid her hands under his jacket, feeling the plains and lines of his muscles. While she explored his body, he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her hips, lifting her off the bar. He was carrying her around, and she didn't even care where they were going. He could've taken her outside and laid her on the hood of his car, and as long as he finished what he'd started, she wouldn't care.