The Alpha's Temporary Mate (Fated Match)(52)

Her fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt. Within seconds they were free from their bindings, the material gaping around his golden chest.

“Better,” she purred, pressing her palms to his skin.

He hissed a breath. Had he been waiting for this skin-to-skin contact as much as she had? If so, she could do better than her hands.

Bending, she pressed her lips to his chest. Her tongue lapped out to taste him.

“This is a bad idea,” he said as his fingers delved into her hair.

“Terrible,” she agreed, moving to flick her tongue over one nipple.

Power flooded her when his muscles contracted in pleasure. Usually she was uncertain with a new lover. She wanted to know what they preferred, needed to make sure she colored within the lines. But with Kieran, she did what she wanted. She touched where she craved, and he let her. This strong alpha, who was in charge every moment of his life, sat back and allowed her to play as she would.

Her fingers drifted along the waistband of his slacks. With a teasingly light touch she trailed along his abdominal muscles, her hands moving lower and lower. One hand dipped to cup the rock-hard erection pressing against his pants.

“Clothes are such a hassle,” she whispered against his throat, licking over his thundering pulse.

“Agreed,” he said, his voice hitching when she stroked him.

Chloe lifted her head to see his eyes. Gone was the thin ring around his irises. In its place was the pure, golden gaze of a wolf on the edge.

“Hello there,” she said to the animal staring from Kieran’s eyes.

“I told you both of us liked you,” he said, leaning forward to capture her mouth.

She groaned as she parted her lips for him. He tasted of whiskey and sex as he took charge, plundering the depths of her mouth. She should have known an alpha of his power could only be so good for so long. It wasn’t in his nature to relinquish control to another.

But as he rolled her to the floor, rising over her, she found she had very little problem with letting him dominate her. Not with his heady kisses clouding her mind with pleasure.

He pressed one leg between hers, fitting his body over hers. She clawed at the hanging shirt, pulling it from his body without breaking away from his mouth.

Her hands ran over the naked skin of his back. He was as perfect as she’d expected. Hot, hard, and hers, at least for now.

No wonder his past lovers had been willing to live off the scraps of affection he tossed their way. A woman would go to great lengths to keep a man like this in her bed.

Don’t think about them, her inner voice whispered. They aren’t here right now.

Not wanting to wait, her fingers rose to the buttons of her own shirt. Chloe was pretty sure she lost a few of them in her haste to strip, but didn’t care.

Kieran helped her pull the blue material from her body before pushing her down with one hand. He rose over her, staring down with glowing eyes.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice gruff.

“I get better,” she replied, pulling down the straps of her bra. She wasn’t sure where her inner temptress had been hiding all these years, but she was glad the vixen had finally made an appearance. Keeping her gaze on him, she unhooked the bra and let it fall free. Twining her arms over her head she arched her back, her breasts on full display.

“Are you sure you don’t have some siren blood in your background?”

She laughed, relaxing under him. “Who knows?”

Kieran cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. Need spiraled through her. She’d known how good it would be in his arms and still fought against their attraction. Such a foolish decision.

When he replaced his hands with his mouth she threw back her head, enjoying the sensations of his tongue lapping over her hardened nipple. More, she wanted more. Her remaining clothes constricted her. She wanted them gone, wanted his naked body moving over her, in her. Her patience was coming to an end.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” she said.

Kieran stared down at her with glowing golden eyes. “Hell, yes.”

She grinned, trying to roll up.

“Dammit,” he muttered. “Wait, witchling. We can’t.”

She snorted, sure he was kidding. “Then we can stay right here.” Her hands slid down his chest.

A happy fog filled her mind, getting rid of the nagging voice whispering that this was a mistake. She didn’t care. Right now pleasure pulsed through her body, and she wanted to return the favor.

Her hand moved lower to cup his cock once more.

“Christ,” he swore.

“You’ve had centuries to perfect your seduction,” she whispered in his ear. “But there’s something to be said for raw enthusiasm.”