“So, all the young people who run off together from the meeting feel like this? I figured they were just horny and desperate. They really and truly take off so they can have sex?”
“Over and over again. It doesn’t abate after the first time. Newly mated wolves need several weeks to slacken the need a bit.”
“Several weeks?” She widened her gaze. Jesus.
“At least.” He ran his fingers up her arm, sending goose bumps over her exposed skin.
“Whatever it is, I don’t feel like I can resist it anymore. My mind is spinning. All I can think about is seeing the rest of you. Getting as close to you as possible. My body craves yours, and it’s beyond my control. You’re right about that.” She swallowed after that admission, and her hands shook.
He took both her hands in his and lowered his forehead until it rested against hers. He’d done that before. She loved it. Loved the way he invaded her space, demanded her attention, and blocked out the world around them. It happened again now. The spacious great room disappeared from her vision as all her concentration went toward the lips inches from her own and the masculine scent of her man.
My man? When did that happen?
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“Please.” She breathed around the word, sounding desperate to her ears.
He closed the gap and took her lips in a much more definitive possession than earlier today. All her brain cells went to that connection, demanding more—more kissing, more skin, more sensations.
When he pulled back, his eyes were glassy, and his lips were swollen and wet. He breathed heavily, as though he’d been running on a treadmill. Without saying a word, he swung her up in his arms and carried her from the room.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. Her nose nestled against his skin, and she inhaled his scent. That was a mistake. He was so close he consumed her. Her brain scrambled, and she didn’t care. She had one thing on her mind—getting him naked and using that bulge between his legs that kept brushing against her to fill the ache inside.
If she didn’t have him soon, she’d go mad.
Drake set her on the bed, still mussed from his restless sleep last night. She smiled. She’d done that to him. It made her feel powerful. Not at all like she’d expected. Instead of feeling dominated and repressed, she felt a sense of control. She melted him just by being her … the same way he destroyed her resolve to remain a virgin and keep all men at arm’s length.
His gaze burrowed into hers as she scooted back on the bed, and he climbed over her. As though using hypnosis, he lured her in with just his gaze. He made her skin tingle and her body shiver with a look.
“I need to see you, all of you. May I?” He trembled as he asked, his arms straining to hold his body over hers.
She smiled. The power she had over him overwhelmed her. “Only if you’ll return the favor.” Where was she getting all this bravery?
She watched as he whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His chest rippled with muscles. Deep-bronzed skin stretched across his impressive pecs. She reached with tentative fingers to graze the tips across his chest. When she reached his nipple, he flinched.
She lifted her gaze. “You don’t like that?”
“Oh, baby, I love it. You’re going to kill me.”
She smiled and continued to dance her fingers down his torso. He obliged her by holding himself above her enough to allow the examination.
His legs straddled her body, and when she reached the edge of his jeans, she could clearly make out his cock. With both hands, she boldly popped the zipper. She licked her lips as his dick jumped free of his pants, startling her, as though it had been too contained for too long.
“You do that to me, baby,” he whispered.
She stroked the tip with one finger, and a drop of cum leaked from the head. Brazen beyond her imagination, she dipped her index finger into the moisture and brought it to her lips. When she sucked his flavor from her finger, the salty, tangy taste that was all his, he moaned. “Baby…”
Again she sensed her power. This was nothing like she’d imagined. Nothing like the only episode in her life that had taught her anything about sex. Had that experience been the minority instead of the other way around? God, I hope so.
“Take your jeans off, Drake.” She wanted to see all of him. Needed to on a primal level.
He sat back for a moment and wriggled free of the denim. “Are you going to stay clothed?” he teased.
She glanced down at herself and bit her lip.
“It’s okay. I’m just asking. A guy needs to prepare himself.” His wry grin made her giggle.
“Maybe. Let’s just see what happens, shall we?” She came only just short of batting her eyes.