Free Mayhem: The Order of the Wolf, Book 5 by Angela Addams Page A

yes, but in a different way.
    “Fair enough.” Hannah couldn’t blame him for holding back. She was slamming a few doors closed herself, but she did mourn the loss of his softer side, wanted desperately to utter those words and get it back. But he probably knew that.
    He leaned forward again, his hair down, cascading around his shoulders. It made her ache for him in other ways too—all over again, just the look of him. He had to know the effect he had on her.
    “What I will tell you, and what you need to understand, is that I wouldn’t have left if I could have avoided it. There is nothing, nothing more important than you are to me,” Mayhem’s words were full of conviction.
    She stood, suddenly nervous, her hands shaking slightly as she paced. “You don’t know me! How can you say that about someone you don’t even know?”
    And why do I feel the same way? My god, I feel the same way!
    “Some things, some aspects of my life are hard for me to explain.”
    “You mean, like the women? The fans? I’m assuming that the note I got, those tickets, standard practice right? That’s why Dave sent them, because he thought I was another one of your nightly conquests.” And that was what really bothered her. She’d been tossed aside so easily. Right after she’d fallen hook, line and sinker for his sweet words. Words she wanted to believe. What woman wouldn’t, especially from a man like Mayhem?
    He stood, halted her pacing with a hand on her shoulder. Fingers under her chin so he could lift her face and lock eyes with her once again. “There are no other women. Never again. There is only you. If you’ll have me.”
    “This is insane,” she mumbled as she pulled her face away, flopped back down on the chair.
    He dropped down to one knee, at eye level once again. “We’ll take it slow. Whatever pace you want, just as long as you agree to see me again.” He grasped her hand and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. “You might think I’m crazy but this isn’t infatuation. I know you’re the right woman for me. My heart knows it too.”
    He looked so earnest, those blue eyes once again holding nothing back when he spoke. She sensed it, felt it actually, right to her bones. He believed what he was saying. The question was, did she?
    He stretched up and slid between her knees, pulling her closer to him as he spread her legs wide enough to accommodate his big body. “Let me make love to you properly, Hannah. Let me worship you tonight.”
    The words. The look. Damn it. Hook. Line. Sinker.
    With a sigh, all she could do was nod, a quiet gesture so contrary to her roaring heart. He picked her up by the waist and stood. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders, loving the feel of his strong body as he slid his forearm under her butt to hold her up.
    “Hannah,” he breathed as he stared into her eyes.
    She laid her forehead against his, their lips nearly touching. “Mayhem.”
    He kissed her then, a tender stroking as his tongue slid into her mouth, caressing her so delicately that her heart nearly burst from the pleasure. He walked as they kissed, his lips never leaving hers, even when he laid her on his bed, the satin sheets already pulled down and waiting for her.
    They helped each other remove their clothes, taking their time to explore every dimple, every cut of muscle, every freckle and curve. She loved the feel of the rigid lines of his stomach, the definition of an eight pack so erotic under her roaming fingers. She trailed her hand down, kissing a path over his abdomen, teasing with her hair as she moved toward his cock.
    And quite a prize it was. Gleaming with a bead of pre-come, his penis rested against his stomach, hard and twitching as she moved ever closer. She slid her hand over the length of him, circling with her thumb and fingers, then wrapping her palm and sliding back up. Mayhem hissed in a deep breath, his body torquing as she darted out her