Page 31 of No Mane, No Gain

She licked her lips, still staring at his too-sexy mouth. “I do.”

“I want you, Olive.”

Why did he have to sound so good saying that? Why did his words make her heart flip-flop her and blood heat up? They both breathed heavily. Olive cleared her throat and smiled, hoping to tamp down some of the desire to get him naked. “You know,”she said, her voice breathless, “for a second date, this was pretty spectacular.”

Chaos grinned and his eyes flashed gold, his arms still wrapped around her waist. “Trust me, beautiful, this is nothing.” He took her hand and led her outside. “Let’s get you home.”

Chaos drove her home. They parked outside her building and she licked her lips staring at his gorgeous face. She raised a hand to touch his lickable jaw but settled on his shoulder.

“Chaos, I…” she gulped and stared at his lips. “I really can’t believe how much I want to get you naked.”

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Arumble sounded from his chest, shaking the hand she’d placed on his shoulder. He cupped her face, holding her in place while he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. And dominated. The powerful kiss was even better than the one he’d given her before.

He flicked his tongue in such an expert fashion, she moaned and leaned closer. Her mind focused on his lips pressing hard over hers, his tongue driving deep and pulling back, twirling and twisting and engaging her in a sensual play.

Her stomach trembled as need coursed through her, firing up every pleasure cell in her body. She moaned. Her nipples turned tight with arousal. She sucked on his tongue and let her naughty side out to play, using her teeth and biting him as well.

He pulled back, tearing his mouth from hers and staring at her with glowing eyes while he breathed hard. “You...”

She gulped. Wow. That was the best kiss of her life. She felt like she should get him a thank you card. Every woman in the world needed to be kissed like that at least once in her life. “Me?”

He licked his lips, and she almost came on the spot.

“Let’s go inside.”

Oh, yes! She nodded and didn’t wait for him to open her door, hopping out of the car on legs that felt like wet noodles.

He was faster than she expected. By the time she was shutting the car door, he was offering his hand to help her up the step onto the curb. She met his gaze with a smile. Still a gentleman. With fur. Nobody ever said life was boring in New York City.

He held her close as they entered her building. In the elevator, he kissed her again, making her forget how to breathe. When they got to her door, her hand shook as she pulled the keys out of her purse. For a few seconds, she fought the door trying to get the key into the lock. He placed his much steadier hand over hers and helped her out. With the door unlocked, she turned the knob and walked in.

Anticipation burned a hole in her stomach. She felt like a damn teenager. An almost-thirty-year-old woman was nervous. This was ridiculous. She turned to face him, ready to give him a tour of her place, when she was pulled into his arms and his lips came crashing down on hers.

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in her. She gave her body willingly to him. There was something she was still trying to figure out. Chaos was good-looking, yes, but there was an aura of command about him that reeled her in. The intensity of his gaze and the heat of his touch made her thirsty for more of him. This was new. Different. Better than anything she had ever had.

The sound of the door being locked resonated inside her living room. Then he cupped her face and continued to devour her with his lips. His sinful tongue drove in and out, daring hers to join, pushing the envelope on her wicked thoughts. He moved forward, leading her back until her ass hit her dining room table.

There, he picked her up by the waist and set her on the heavy black wood. She was lucky the thing weighed a ton, or she’d have been worried it would break.

Chaos pushed her legs open, pressing his hips into the curve of her crotch. His erection pushed into her. Big. Hard. Feeling it drove the point home that she wanted him naked.

Raking her hands down his chest, she curled her fingers on the material of his shirt. She tugged until it came loose from his pants. She yanked harder until buttons flew open and hissed out a moan the moment she saw his naked chest. Her body burned with need at the view of his abs. What a gorgeous sight. She glided her hands down his stomach to his belt. She unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. Lord have mercy. Even his hips pointed down to his cock.

Her breaths pumped in and out of her lungs, burning with each drag of air she took.

“Go ahead,bella,” he rumbled, his voice so deep and gravelly she ached. “Touch me. Do it.”

She gulped hard, keeping her gaze locked on his while she shoved his pants down his hips until they fell around his legs. Her vision darted south so fast, one would think she’d been forced to look. His long, hard cock stood proud. He was all muscle and strength.

Her eyes widened as she watched his cock stiffen some more. A low groan rumbled up the back of her throat. Lord, he was so sexy, especially those muscles on his hips plainly pointing down and saying “check out this piece of equipment.” She slid her hand over the velvety flesh of his erection, loving the smooth-as-silk texture along with the steely hardness.

“Olive,” he groaned. “You’re hands are so soft. So delicate.”

He grunted, bringing his body closer to hers and bunching her dress up to her hips and over her head. She shrugged it off and brought her hands back to his long, hard length.

His gaze fell on her breasts. Suddenly, she breathed harder. It was as if his single hot look made her swell with need. Her nipples brushed the soft material of her bra.