Her eyes fluttered in helpless acceptance as warmth washed through her. She missed this: his touch, his heat, his scent. Too good to resist. She tilted her head, giving him better access. “I’ve been thinking.”
His hands stroked her ribcage, his lips busy nibbling on her throat. “About how good we are together?”
Her response was a distracted murmur. His hands were torture, smoothing over her torso in long, gentle strokes, barely missing the underside of her breasts. Liquid heat gathered between her thighs.
His low growl startled her. “God, Willow. You’re scent is making me crazy. I want to touch you. I need to touch you.”
He was touching her, just not where her body begged. Taking her silence as acceptance, Ben gathered the skirt of her dress in his large hands and began to inch the material up. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. You take my breath away.”
Her lungs understood. Air swooshed out, shallow and fast as her legs, knees, and thighs were revealed. One hand covered her breast, holding and kneading the swollen mound. When her belly was exposed he hooked the material over his fingers, leaving his thumb free to strum over her nipple. He skimmed his other hand over her trembling flesh, inching underneath the waistband of her plain cotton panties, arrowing to her mound.
“So soft,” he whispered in approval in her ear, giving her lobe a nip, then soothing with his tongue. “So wet.” He parted her folds with two fingers, unerringly finding and strumming her clit with a third. “So hot.”
She gazed at their reflection, mesmerized. Her legs parted, her hips arching into his touch. “The mating heat.” Her words came out halted, the fiery sensations building almost too much to speak past.
“What about it?” Ben watched her as he played between her legs, his eyes edging with that amber glow she know knew meant his wolf was rising to the forefront. His control was slipping. Slipping because of her. The hard ridge of his erection pulsed at her spine, a thick enticement.
Knowing she could make a man lose control was daunting and exciting. At the same time, knowing he had the same power over her was terrifying. Her knees started to wobble, her body growing wetter with need. From only his fingers. As if sensing the rising hunger, he applied more pressure, faster, right over the throbbing nub.
A sharp gasp escaped. “Ah. What happens when it’s gone? The mating heat. Then what?”
“Nothing will change, baby. I’ll always want you.” He punctured his words by thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, which fell against his shoulder. “I’ll always want this tight little sheath wrapped around my cock. Squeezing me dry.”
She gripped his forearm, tightening when his pumping fingers scissored, his knuckles rubbing over tender tissue, making her gasp and cry out. “Ohmigod. I need...I…”
“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered roughly against her cheek, his own breath harsh and unsteady. “I know.” He dropped his other hand down to her clit, working her sex with both hands. Her muscles quivered and clenched. “Come for me.”
It was impossible not to. She fell apart in his embrace, coming in a soft cry as the world spun away. Her body still shivered when she felt his hand go to the front of his pants. The sound of his zipper rasped loudly, and she heard the crinkling of foil.
She was limp as he turned her in his arms. “Kiss me,” he demanded against her mouth. More than willing to comply, Willow threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist as he hefted her up with ease.
“I’ll always need your scent filling my lungs, your taste in my mouth.” He sucked in air, eyes burning with unquenchable fire as he pushed her panties to the side and slid, big and thick, into her, tunneling through muscles so exquisitely sensitive she let out another cry.
“Christ. You feel so good.” His hiss was more a growl, heavy with dark needy pleasure. “So fucking good.” He kissed her temple, her cheeks, as he moved within her. murmuring words so low and deep she couldn’t make them out.
Within a few strokes Willow found herself right back at that perilous edge. She whimpered for more, feeling surrounded, consumed. Taken. He pulled back and thrust in, stretching her so tight she could barely breathe.
“You’re my heaven, Willow. My light in the dark.” Bending his knees for better alignment, he surged into her. The world spun away last time. This time it exploded. From deep within the gut-wrenching need shattered into a million pieces, so visceral she knew nothing but ecstasy.
Ben’s muffled roar echoed in the room as he followed her over, his head buried in her neck. It took several moments for her to realize he hadn’t bitten her and the disappointment shocked her.