What This Wolf Wants(68)

“I’m not talking about sex.” Maybe some sex. Okay. A lot of sex.

“Neither am I.” His head descended and he nuzzled her neck.

She tilted her head to give him better access. She would have purred if she could. Instead she reached up and ran her hand over his short hair. “Feels like sex to me.”

A nip in reproach. “This is love. I want you to make love with me.”

Liquid heat swirled in her belly. “What’s the difference?” She stammered, her heart taking on tap dancing lessons in her chest.

He picked Jackie up and set her in his lap, arranging her until she straddled his thighs. “You are.”

Soft, male lips brushed against her forehead, her temple, and finally over her own, making her sigh. It wasn’t a rush of need or an explosion of greedy lust, it was a seduction of the sensations. A slow, slumberous heat waking, flaring, then burning fervent arrows of desire to parts south.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she wedged herself tight against his body, angling her head, slanting her lips over his. Teasing, she nipped his bottom lip, then danced her tongue over the little hurt.

Zan growled in approval and she took the sound into her mouth, loving the way his hands stroked down her back, over her hips, and along the outside of her thighs. On the upstroke, his hands caught the hem of her sleep tank and gently eased it off her. Bending, he kissed one shoulder then the other. Trailing open-mouthed kisses along her throat, jaw, and back to her mouth.

She drew in a sharp breath as her breasts rubbed against his bare chest, full and aching. More than aware of the pulsing length of his erection, she wantonly rubbed the hot, swollen flesh between her legs over him.

A shudder shook his powerful frame. “God, angel.” Zan hissed out. “I’m desperately trying to go slow here. You keep that up and you’ll find yourself flat on your back in no time.”

“I don’t want slow,” she licked the sensitive spot just behind his ear.

His hands clenched on her ass. “First you say we’re gong too fast, now you say I’m too slow?”

Pulling slightly back, she cradled his face in her hands, watching him with all the tenderness he’d just showed her. Something was happening here, something monumental, and she was going to grasp this moment with two enthusiastic hands. Grinning, eyes sparkling with love and wicked mischief she said, “Yep.”

With a mock snarl Zan rose on his knees and tumbled her on her back, his mouth on her breast a nanosecond later, sucking and licking her nipple to a hard peak. Once satisfied, he turned his attention to her other breast, and was driving her insane.

She wound her legs around his waist but he pulled away with a tsking sound of his tongue. Then he flipped her onto her stomach. More open-mouthed kisses along her nape. One particular spot caused intense shivers to race down her spine. Her naughty shifter exploited it until she threatened to kill him.

A husky masculine chuckled, his lips and tongue dancing over each shockingly erotic vertebra. Once he reached her bottom he bit her lightly through the thin, cotton shorts. Knowing she was baiting him, Jackie lifted her rump in clear invitation, and suddenly found cool air caressing her bare ass.

“Lift up on your knees,” he demanded. While it might have been a submissive position, Jackie was feeling far from passive when she heard his ragged breathing. “Good girl.”

His hands petted her thighs, then her ass before moving behind her. Expecting him to undo his fly and thrust into her, she was shocked when, instead, his mouth touched her sex. She let out a startled gasp. He was lying beneath her, her knees spread over his face, his hands on her ass, holding her to him. She couldn’t move if she tried. The continual, dominant thrusting of his tongue in the moist heat of her body was making her mindless. Insane.

“Please,” she panted out.

He drew out his tongue, replaced it with a finger. “Please what?” he rumbled, shifting slightly to rasp her clit with rough swipes of his tongue. Her body clenched around him. She was one huge coil on the verge of bursting free.

“I need,” she choked out.

“Me.” His tongue danced fast, so impossibly fast over the hot nub nestled in her wet folds it was akin to a vibrator set to high. It was too much. With a scream she came, head thrown back, eyes blind. The ecstasy swept over her, leaving a broken mass of limp bones in its wake.

The mattress shook as Zan got up. He then shucked off his jeans. She heard a tearing sound and then he was on his knees behind her, lifting her hips. Unable to get her arms to cooperate, she bent her elbows, and put her head on the sheet.

A guttural sound erupted from Zan’s throat. “That’s it. Oh, fuck yeah, angel. That’s perfect.” Behind her again, his hands were rough and impatient on her tilted ass. “I’ve dreamed of taking you like this.” He leaned over her, hips rocking, gliding his cock through her juices. Hot breaths blew against her neck as he kissed her pulse. “Mine, Jackie. You’re mine.”