Page 50 of Hungry Like the Wolf

“I can’t move my hand any more unless you take these pants off, Doc.”

She shifted her hips with every intention of shoving the sweatpants over her hips, of climbing off of him so that she could remove them properly, but that movement only served to grind the heel of his hand harder against her clit, the strength of his fingers rubbing against that spot that made her see literal stars at the edge of her vision. She did it again, and he moaned through a laugh.

“You like that?”

“Don’t stop,” she panted.

“Never,” he said, his voice just above a whisper, raspy and hungry. “That’s my girl. Grind on my hand. Take what you need from my hand. What did I tell you? You take what you need from me. From me, Doc. You hear me?”

There was that wild animal feeling again, grinding and riding his hand, the pressure against her clit so intense that her thighs shook on either side of his.

“Robbie,” she wailed, sucking in deep breaths, her lungs filling with air, her system filling with him, the smell of funnel cake so thick and cloying in her mouth that she could taste him.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her neck, to lick up the tendon that was tight and locked, his lips finally finding hers. She met him, kissing him back, her arms tightening around his neck as she rode his hand. And then she was spiraling, the orgasm so sudden and so intense that it was upon her before she could brace herself.

It had never been like that. She kept grinding, kept coming, so long that she sobbed her surprise into his mouth, feeling so electric, so full of power that she could have ripped the car apart at the welding if she’d needed to, if she’d needed to get to him.

She was vaguely aware of Robbie talking to her, whispering sweet things into her ear.

You’re so good. You’re so beautiful when you come apart like that. You’re so brave. I can’t believe you’re real. I can’t believe you’re here.

Nadja must have blacked out for a second because when she opened her eyes, Robbie had changed their positions. He was sitting in the seat properly. She still straddled his lap, but his feet were down in the well. With one hand, he stroked up and down her side. The other hand, the one that had just destroyed her, was at his mouth. He licked his fingers slowly, cleaning the taste of her off with care, as if he didn’t want to waste a drop.

She yanked his fingers out of his mouth, replacing the digits with her tongue. Robbie moaned and thrust upward with his hips. Nadja shrieked, her clit so sensitive that the graze of his cotton-covered cock had been almost too much.

“Is this enough?” he whispered against the shell of her ear, sending shivers all over her.

“No,” she said. It wasn’t. It might never be. How would she ever go back to her life before this, before Robbie?

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, pulling back to look at her, his eyes soft and his jaw tight.

She stroked his cheek with trembling fingertips.

“Everything you’re willing to give me,” she whispered back.

“It’s been a while,” he said.

“Fifteen years,” she said.

“Three years,” he answered.

“Really?”

“Really. Hasn’t been a priority. I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t need one.”

“My last test was clear, but I always wear a condom.”

It felt like the kind of exchange one might have at the bank, a brass-tacks back-and-forth that conveyed all the necessary information without anything remotely personal.

“I can’t get any human diseases, and I can’t get pregnant.”

“Ever?” Robbie said, his hands stilling on her lower back.

“Ever,” she said, worrying about that fact for the very first time.

“Okay.”