She wanted this man. This wolf. But could she really be with him forever? Would her own flighty nature allow her to stay with him? As wonderful as he may be wouldn’t she just get bored with him eventually? Wouldn’t it be fairer to end things now before it was too late and they both got hurt?
The thought of not being near him was painful though. Being without him, she could only see a cold, lonely, dull future. One without love or happiness or children... The thought of any man other than Adam already made her shudder, if she rejected him now part of her was certain that she wouldn’t be able to face being touched by anyone else.
She was so confused she wanted to cry. She wanted to lean against his hard chest and bawl into his shirt. She wanted his comforting arms surrounding her, his deep voice telling her that everything would be okay...
He was looking at her apprehensively. “I... I just don’t know what to say... it’s a lot to take in...”
“I know, and I’m sorry I rushed things tonight, I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt. I needed to let you know how special you are to me, how no one else matters to me but you.”
She squirmed under his intense gaze. He held her chin up and forced her to look him in the eyes. “Cards on the table, I want to bond with you and I want you to stay here and live with me. But if you don’t want that then I won’t force you. I need you to want to stay here. But I don’t expect you to decide tonight. Tonight I just plan on giving you a reason to stay.” He leered at her.
She managed to regain a few of her senses. “Only one reason wolf man?” Her lips curved upwards evilly.
His voice was low and dangerous. “Oh I think I can stretch to multiple reasons.”
Her teasing wicked nature slowly started to return. She leaned forward and nipped his earlobe. “You sure you don’t want to run out there and see if Julianne’s available?”
“Why would I do that when I already have the sexiest. Hottest. Most beautiful. Most desirable woman already wet and ready for me?” He punctuated each compliment with a quick, teasing kiss. “God, seeing you in that dress almost made me explode earlier.”
“So you like my dress?” She ran her hands up the taut muscles of his chest.
“The only way that dress could look any better is if it was lying on my bedroom floor...”
“Oh my! Prince charming, you’re somewhat dirtier than I imagined you’d be!”
He rubbed his hot erection against her stomach. God he felt massive. “Or your bedroom floor, or on the floor of my truck... or on this floor, I’m really not picky sweetheart.”
She snorted. “Yes I gathered that when you were flirting with that girl at the grocery store...”
He caught her mouth and kissed her, hard. His tongue licked over her upper lip demanding entrance. She opened for him and he mercilessly invaded her mouth, his tongue sweeping over hers. He grasped her hair in one hand tightly whilst the other moved down to cup her rear.
She scraped her nails down his chest catching his nipples. He groaned into her mouth and she did it again. His sex was trapped between their bodies, it grew so big it was jabbing her almost to the point of pain.
He breathlessly tore his mouth away from her, lustfully growling at the passion he saw in her face and her kiss-swollen lips. He captured her hands and raised them above her head. He held them in place with one hand and used the other to knead her breasts. He tweaked her nipples through the thin material of her dress. Fuck she wasn’t wearing a bra again. He freed one of them from her dress hesitating to see whether she would object. She didn’t. He took her breast into his mouth suckling and nipping. She whimpered at his ministrations and he moved onto the other.
She arched her back towards him, wanting more, demanding more. The scent of her arousal grew. It was almost unbearable. The sweet smell overloaded his senses. He couldn’t think straight. He needed to taste her so badly. He needed her honey on his tongue.
He released her breast and her arms and slid down her body until he was kneeling before her. He rubbed his hands up her legs until he came to the hem of her dress. Slowly he smoothed it upwards until it was bunched at her waist. He ripped her soaked panties and threw them on the floor. Lifting one of her legs he hooked it over his shoulder, opening her to him.
She felt the slow swipe of his tongue from her puckered hole to her clit. She cried his name and grasped his hair in her hands, the painful tug urging him on. He suckled at her tender clit before quickly thrusting his tongue into her channel. He pushed into her fast and hard, mimicking how he would take her with his shaft. Soon.
Her inner walls desperately tried to clutch at him and hold him inside her. But damnit he wouldn’t stay still. One second he was plunging into her canal the next he pulled out to suck and nip at her nub. He moved so quickly she couldn’t keep up. The barrage of his sensual attack was too much. She felt her body tremble and he grasped her thighs tightly to hold her up, the slight pain of his fingers keeping her grounded.