Kiss and Tell(59)

“I do? What powers?” Her hands rested lightly on the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair.



“Well, you have total and complete power over my heart.”



“Good answer.” Leaning in, she rested her head on his chest.



“Penny for your thoughts. No, wait, that’d be wrong. Kiss for your thoughts?”



“Just thinking. I did have to finally fess up about what you were wearing at the bar that first night.”



“I always thought ladies didn’t play kiss and tell.”



“Yeah, but it’s one of the rules. And well, I didn’t tell them everything that happened between us.”



Even through his shirt he could feel her face heat up. “Anything else?”



“Yes. I was wondering how fast we could get these clothes off—without ruining them, Seth—so you could make love to me.”



That was all the invitation he needed. In one smooth motion he managed to pull her shirt off and lower his mouth to hers. As his tongue delved into her mouth, he freed her breasts. Ending the kiss, he helped her stand. Lowering the blasted jeans she insisted on wearing, he paused to place a tender kiss on her hip a second before he started nibbling on it. He smiled against her flesh as her hands twisted in his hair.



Pulling her back to his lap, Seth removed the rest of her clothing, pausing only when she tugged on his shirt. Standing, he tore away at his own pants, uncaring if they were destroyed. They were ruined for a good cause. Willow joined him, her hands resting on his chest. Picking her up, he laid her gently on the bed before lying down beside her and kissing her deeply. His tongue thrust into her mouth, an imitation of what his body was screaming it wanted. He didn’t stop until she was moaning beneath him.



Lifting his head from her body, he ignored her whimpers. Tracing a trail down to her breast with his tongue, he teased her nipple, allowing his teeth to lengthen and graze against the tight bud before his tongue swirled around it.



Her hiss of pleasure was the only encouragement he needed to continue.



He trailed kisses between her breasts, over to the other nipple, teasing it while his hand stroked then raised her leg. As he suckled on her, his thumb delved between her folds, circling and teasing her clit. Within minutes she was writhing beneath his hands and mouth. When his finger slid inside her, Willow arched her neck and back, trying to get closer to him. He teased her, bringing her body close to orgasm then slowing his movements, prolonging the moment, the torture.



Pulling his finger out, he slid his cock into her, holding himself still once he was buried deep inside, driving her crazy. He knew she was close, that his entry had nearly caused her to orgasm.



Clawing at his back, she tried to entice him to move, but he remained frozen, once again denying her orgasm.



When he finally began to thrust, he was slow and gentle. “What’s the rush, sweetheart? We have all night,” he whispered against her mouth. Hell they had all eternity.



As their pleasure began to increase, Seth didn’t try to hide the slight changes in him. He’d been surprised to discover that the subtle changes actually seemed to arouse his mate rather than repulse her. She seemed to revel in making him lose control. And he loved seeing that wild side of her.



Willow ran her tongue over his teeth, causing them to lengthen and sharpen as he kissed her then nibbled on her neck. Seth’s teeth slid easily into her flesh as he took a quick sip of her blood then closed the wound.



“You are so addictive,” he murmured against her flesh. “Gods, how am I supposed to control myself around you?”



Tangling her hands into his hair, she tugged until he was looking into her eyes.



“I want to taste you.”



“Sweetheart, as unbelievable as that sounds I have to decline. This time,” he added. “I’m quite happy where I am,” he told her, thrusting into her a little more forcefully and causing her grip on his hair to tighten as a moan of pleasure escaped her.



“Not like that. I want to taste your…” Her voice trailed off as she raised her head and bit his shoulder.



“Are you sure?” His body stilled.



“That was what I wanted to tell you before you distracted me. Your surprise. I’ve thought about it a lot. I want to spend the rest of your life with you, not just the rest of mine. And hey, just because it isn’t sexual doesn’t mean it can’t be. I want it to be…pleasant,” she told him. “So I’ll enjoy doing it. And I can’t think of a more appealing time.”



“If you’re sure…”



“I am,” she assured him.