“No, we do,” she said. “Even Willow agreed. She said I needed to go if you asked me to.” She wrinkled her nose. “That sneak knew you had a business and didn’t even tell me.”
“Thank goodness,” he said. “At least I got to tell you one of my secrets.”
“Well, Mr. Bear Shifter,” she said, making a mock salute, “I’m ready to be claimed.”
He put a hand down over his side and felt around. Then he looked at her with a grin. “Looks like we don’t have to worry about me bleeding on you anymore.”
“Good,” she said, getting off the bed, pulling off her shirt, and loving the way his eyes followed every movement of her hands, then fell on her breasts, pushed up in her bra.
She didn’t even feel self-conscious of her tummy, which was rounded and full like her hips. Or her curvy, short legs. He looked at all of her like he’d never been hungrier, and it made her wet faster than anything else ever had.
She unzipped her jeans and dropped them to the ground, and he stayed where he was, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress as he watched her strip.#p#分页标题#e#
Next, she reached for the clasp of her bra, her eyes twinkling at him as she undid it and let the straps fall away from her shoulders. The bra hadn’t even fallen to the floor before he was there, pressing his body against her, feral and hard and raw with desire.
But there was tenderness, too, as his hand brushed her hair back. And wildness, as one hand reached down and literally tore her silk panties away from her in one painless movement that left her bare and gasping.
“Cage,” she said, digging her nails into his bare shoulders as he lifted her into his arms and pressed her to the wall. He undid the zip of his jeans, fumbling with it in his haste. Then he dropped the jeans and stepped out of them and stood there, totally naked against her.
Her legs were wrapped against his firm, hard waist, and she loved the feel of his sweaty skin against her heat. She could feel his hard member just beneath her.
He buried his lips in her neck, his hands still holding her under her thighs like she weighed nothing. She loved the feeling of being weightless, completely helpless while he supported her. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said. “I have to be inside you.”
“Then do it,” she murmured into his ear.
The next moment, he adjusted their position and then slid inside her, bringing them together again with her tight, wet heat exploding with the feel of him filling her. So tight, so hard. She writhed and held on to his shoulders, unsure how to adjust.
But within seconds of him kissing her, his tongue diving deep as his hands caressed her thighs and him staying pressed into her, his cock twitching as she slowly relaxed down there, the uncomfortable pressure began to turn to pleasure, and she sighed.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “Let me have you.”
“You already do,” she said, knowing she sounded cheesy. “So much.”
She writhed against him, wanting more of the delicious friction. She loved how close she was to his chest, how her breasts rubbed against him, the sensitive nipples burning. How easy it was to pull back and kiss, how easy it was to bite his neck or for him to suck deliciously on her earlobe.
He did all of these things as he slowly began to move. She gasped in shock as he slid just slightly out and then back in. Lightning-sharp shocks of pleasure went through her, and she growled for more.
He pulled out farther this time and then pounded in hard, and she gasped as the tip hit her wall and utter pleasure waved through her, making her heady and weak. She initiated the next thrust, pulling away as he pulled out and then tightening her legs around him to bring them together until they finally found their rhythm.
Pressure built in her rapidly as she held on to him and they thrust together again and again, skin slapping, chests pressing, hands feeling. She felt like her heart was going to stop as the feeling inside her reached a fever pitch, like a tea kettle about to go off, like a tsunami about to crash down over a city.
She screamed and pressed into the wall as she came, unable to see or think as wave after wave of delicious sensation swept through her. Cage growled and came against her, pressing so close they felt like one as he held her through the aftershocks. She could feel herself squeezing around him and gasped at the tightness of it.
Then she felt her body start to relax, and Cage began thrusting again. She was immediately back in it, running with him toward a pleasure almost impossible to comprehend unless in the middle of it, and by now, he had found her rhythm, found just how she liked him to hit up inside her, deep and strong, rubbing against a sensitive place that felt like fire and burned twice as hot.