Runaway Wolfes of Manhattan Three - Helen Hardt Page 0,30
toppings were mountainous.
And the aroma was divine as I inhaled.
I couldn’t help a chuckle. Fredricka would have a coronary if she could see me now.
I picked up a piece and took a bite. A little hot but not enough to burn the roof of my mouth.
And absolutely delicious.
After two pieces, though, I was full. I should have listened to Adriano and gotten the individual size.
“Another glass of wine?” Adriano asked after walking back to my table.
“I’d better not. I’m driving.”
“How was the pizza?”
“Delicious, but I should have listened to you. This was way too much.”
He picked up the tray. “I’ll just box this up for you.”
“I’m actually leaving tomorrow,” I said. “So don’t bother. Why don’t you take it?”
“We’re not allowed to do that,” he said. “Health laws and all.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Good enough.” He winked. “It’ll make a nice midnight snack. I’ll be right back with your check.”
I itched to look behind me, to see Matt’s face, maybe get a better look at his date.
It wasn’t a date, he’d said. He just helped her with a sink pipe.
He’d forgiven me for being such a bitch earlier, and I was thankful for that.
A new feeling swept through me—something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Anticipation.
I was looking forward to seeing Matt tonight.
Adriano brought my check. I paid in cash, of course. I had one credit card in each of my aliases, but I used them only for travel. I left a handsome tip, as well.
Then I rose and turned.
Matt and Leena were still eating their pizza, and I whisked past them quickly, forcing myself not to meet Matt’s gorgeous blue gaze.
I’d see him later.
I couldn’t wait.
The knock on the cabin door made my heart race.
I hadn’t changed clothes, though I’d considered it. I was still wearing the jeans and tank I wore to the pizza place. My bones were tired from the work I’d done this morning, but the anticipation made my adrenaline surge.
I opened the door.
Matt stood there, his blue eyes burning two holes in my flesh.
“Come in—”
He grabbed me and slammed his mouth onto mine.
I opened.
I wanted to kiss him, remembered how amazing it had been.
But kissing might lead to—
No. Let it go. Surrender to his kiss. He won’t force you into anything.
Just. Let. It. Go.
I heeded the advice of my subconscious.
I couldn’t let Derek Wolfe color my whole life, let him keep me from something that could be beautiful. So beautiful.
I parted my lips, and Matt probed his tongue between them.
We’d kissed before, but this seemed different in a way I couldn’t quite understand.
And I knew…
I knew at that moment that I’d let him make love to me.
I was leaving tomorrow, so I could be Riley Mansfield tonight. Just Riley Mansfield, who didn’t have any of Riley Wolfe’s problems.
I could suppress all my troubles—all my demons—just for this night.
I cupped his blond stubbled cheeks, letting my fingers scrape along the roughness. I wanted to pull him closer to me, so close that we were one being with this kiss.
I let my hands wander down, over his broad shoulders, down his upper arms. So big and muscled. I drew in my courage and then touched his butt—his amazing butt—and squeezed. He groaned into my mouth, pushing his clothed erection against my belly.
And I didn’t back away.
Because I was Riley Mansfield tonight, not Riley Wolfe.
He broke the kiss, inhaled, and then trailed wet kisses over my cheek to my ear, where he softly nipped the lobe. I shuddered, his breath against the wetness an icy cold yet comfortably warm delight.
“I want you,” he said softly, pushing his erection against me once more.
I want you too.
The words hovered on my tongue, begging to be released.
“I…want you too.”
He growled into my ear and then pushed his tongue inside. Tingles shot through me, and my body couldn’t decide if it wanted to be warm or cold.
And I throbbed between my legs. That secret place that I never thought could feel anything again.
“I want to make love to you in the hot tub,” he rasped.
God. The hot tub. Naked. With Matt. In the hot tub.
“Then,” he continued, “I want to come inside and make love to you in bed. All. Night. Long.”
My nipples hardened, extending and yearning for his lips, teeth, tongue. Fingers, anything.
My body had never responded this way. Many times, I’d wondered if it actually could.
He moved from my ear, then, and met my gaze as he licked his swollen lips. “What do you want, Riley?”
A soft sigh escaped