Savage Hunger(50)

Brushing his thumb over her lips, he muttered, “I have to, Sienna.”

“No. You really don’t.”

Before he realized what she was doing, Sienna had pulled off her shirt and shucked her shorts and panties.

Oh shit. His cock lurched as he ran his gaze over her slender, naked body. The small curves of her breasts, gentle flare of hips, and cleft covered in golden curls between soft-looking thighs.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Sienna,” he muttered thickly, even as he reached for her, drawing her flush against him.

He ground his hips into hers, letting her feel his arousal. Let her realize just how hard she made him. But she didn’t run, instead Sienna rubbed herself back against him. Heat flared in her eyes, smoldering in intensity as her breathing hitched.

“Of course I know what I’m asking, Warrick.” She leaned forward and kissed him this time. Catching his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling. “I’m not a damn child. And neither are you, so man-up and let’s do this already.”

Warrick bit back a groan, his hands sliding to her hips to hold her still. But the touch of her silky skin against his fingertips only heightened his need. Dammit, she made it sound so damn easy.

Maybe he was overthinking this. Maybe she could handle one time. And it would certainly clear the must-fuck-Sienna haze from his mind a bit.

“You know you want to.” She slid her hands into his hair and sighed, her head falling back and the pale curve of her neck exposed. “You know I want to.”

Warrick’s gaze slid to the fast beating pulse in her neck, and it became almost hypnotic. The quick throbbing.

No.

Still, his head lowered, his lips seeking the pulse that was a dead giveaway of her excitement. Sienna squirmed against him, her plea for more a whisper in the air.

Warrick exhaled in a rush of air, his last coherent thought being that he was utterly screwed.



Yes. Oh God yes.

Sienna almost purred when he closed his lips over the curve between her neck and shoulder. An arrow of pleasure shot straight down her body to between her legs.

Warrick’s hand moved in a sweeping caress down her body. Setting her on fire with each place his fingertips brushed.

A cry of disappointment ripped from her throat as he pulled away abruptly. But then the world tilted as he swept her up into his arms and moved them toward the river. He didn’t stop at the river’s edge, but waded into the water she’d just discovered him in moments ago.

She hadn’t lied. Warrick was achingly beautiful in wolf form. But as a human, he was ruggedly handsome, and equally dangerous.

“I need to cool us off a bit, or I’ll take you in three seconds flat,” he muttered.

He carried her toward the middle of the slow-moving river and set her down. The water hit about waist high, sluicing over her heated body. She only blamed part of her state on the sun and humidity, the rest was due to Warrick and his sensual assault on her senses.

His lips covered hers again. His tongue pressed deeply to tease and arouse. She kissed him back feverishly, the ache between her legs growing and her nipples hardened. More. She wanted more.

When his hands moved up her waist, agonizingly slowly toward her breasts, she couldn’t breathe. He stopped at her rib cage, before his fingers traced the sensitive undersides of the small swells.

“Please,” she whispered against his lips, and was rewarded when his thumbs swept up over the taut peaks.

Sienna let out a ragged groan and weaved her fingers into his short hair, arching her body into his. He cupped her fully, kneading her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples.

Her mind spun and her knees weakened. It became hard to tell up from down, let alone try to find a reason why she shouldn’t be doing this. And no matter how much she wanted this, there were reasons. But right now they didn’t matter. They’d ceased to matter since Warrick had made love to her with his mouth last night.

It seemed as if Warrick had surrendered to the inevitable as well. He groaned and arched her body over his arm, thrusting her breasts closer to her face, and a moment later his mouth replaced his fingers.

Each wet rasp of his tongue over her nipple had her crying out. Pleasure swirled through her, quicker than the river rushing past them.

Her knees must’ve given out, because she was suddenly out of the water as Warrick lifted her up into his arms again.

He waded them toward the riverbank, before gently laying her down on a patch of grass just past it.

He knelt between her legs, his face in shadows. His silhouette blocked out the warm summer sun, making him seem larger and more intense. Tingles of sensation slid through her body and she struggled to breathe.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long,” Warrick confessed huskily as he slid one large hand over her lower belly. “Naked and hungering for my touch.”