“That feels good. So good.” Her words told him she was losing herself to the pleasure he was giving her. Pleasure he needed to give her. It was a driving force, stronger than his own grating need to plunge hard and deep and take his release.
But he was too damn close. With every stroke, her tight little pussy milked his cock, causing his body to shake as he fought the building orgasm. He rested her thigh against his forearm, twisting his wrist so he could strum his finger over the super-sensitive knot of nerves that would shoot Willow into ecstasy. Her soft cry at the intimate contact coincided with an internal grip of his cock that had him seeing stars.
His voice was unsteady, his breath growing ever harsher with each plunge into the sweetest pleasure he had ever known. “That’s it, sweetheart. Milk my cock. Feel me filling you, loving you.”
She made some humming sound, twisting and pushing back, impaling herself and thrusting him deeper into the fiery depths of her ultra-tight body.
Too far gone, too enmeshed with the hunger and the violent demand from his beast that he claim her now, Ben opened his mouth over the bared soft skin where her slim shoulder met her neck. Without thought he struck, his fangs sinking deep as he thrust mindlessly into her sheath.
At the same moment she tensed, a long, ragged wail barely audible even to his wolf ears slipping past her lips. Then she shuddered violently, coming apart in his arms.
With a hoarse roar that shredded his throat, the orgasm he’d struggled to contain exploded in a hailstorm of fire and pleasure so deep, he tumbled headlong into the agonizing rapture of darkness.
Chapter Nineteen
The familiar scent of frying bacon roused Willow from sleep. Nose twitching, she idly wondered if Rome was back. The agent sure did love his meat.
Letting out a huge yawn, she grasped one wrist in her hand and stretched. She felt limber and loose, yet a little sore in places she never knew could be sore. But it was a good ache. Thinking about last night, she traced a hand over the pillow next to her, imagining waking up to Ben’s face.
What a wonderful sight to open her eyes to.
She jerked upright in bed, covers clutched to her bare chest. Was Ben still here? Was he the one making breakfast? Was that a common morning-after occurrence? And most of all, would he ask questions about last night? Because she had a vague recollection of waking from a nightmare, sobbing in his arms.
“Breakfast will be ready in five. Get that gorgeous ass up, sweetheart, and come eat. Before I come eat you.”
His last comment was in a husky growl that caused her cheeks to redden and her body to tighten. Oh yeah. Ben was definitely still here. Hiding under the covers seemed an excellent idea. Then again, if she didn’t get out of bed, would he really follow up on his sensual threat?
It was a tantalizing thought.
The grumbling of her tummy made the decision for her. She rose and dressed in another pair of sweats, pulling on thick socks just as Ben’s presence filled the doorway.
“You okay?” Eyes that saw way too much skimmed over her form.
She straightened from the bed. “Yes.”
A long pause. “Want to talk about it?”
She didn’t even pretend not to understand. Standing, she stared across the room at a man who caused her body to burn and her chest to ache. He had an abundance of patience, wielding charm rather than sharp demands to achieve his goals and lavishing affection on those he cared for. Yet she had no misconceptions of his dominance, ingrained in him as prominently as his virility and agreeable nature. It was a self-confidence she didn’t possess in the real world.
“No.”
Another pause, considering, analyzing. “Then we won’t.”
At his simple acceptance, she could no longer ignore what her subconscious already knew. Her heart was truly and completely lost.
He held out a hand, wiggling his fingers, cheeks creasing with an easy smile that echoed in his eyes. “If you’re not too sore, I thought after we eat we might go skating, or skiing.”
That quickly, her disquiet spun into a heated blush, until she realized he meant her knee and hip. Possibly. That glint in his eye held a hint of male smugness that made her feminine side bristle. “I’m good. Though I’d rather fall on something soft, so maybe some easy skiing would be better.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll catch you before you fall.”
Her chest tightened, unsure if his husky response was a double entendre or not. As she reached for his hand he drew her near, pressing her alongside his hard frame. His hand cupped the back of her head as he proceeded to kiss her senseless, the stubble of his beard rough under her fingertips.
A loud knock on the door was followed by Scott’s voice, inside the cabin. “Hey. We smell food. Hope you have enough for us ‘cause we’re starved.”