Darkest Wolf(36)

“Rex, I…” She never got to finish what she would have said because he kissed her again, and she lost all track of any coherent thought except for Rex’s tongue in her mouth. Together, their mouths played a game of their own. She knew, at least, she had no cognitive ability controlling her body. All she could comprehend was she wanted Rex and she wanted him now.

“Easy. We have all night.”

She hoped he was correct. Still, Elizabeth knew tomorrow would bring all kinds of problems. It was better to take their pleasure as they could find it right at this moment.

The man could kiss. His lips were firm and his tongue skilled. Their mouths fused together as she imagined his tongue was actually his cock moving in a different part of her body. His hands traveled between them, stopping to rumple her shirt or caress her breasts through the fabric.

“You are so hot, little witch. You’re going to scorch my hands.”

“If I’m hot, Randolph, it’s because you are making me that way.” She kissed him again because she felt like she had to or she might explode. What was it about this man who made her want him so much?

Between their bodies, Rex pulled at her shirt. Good, she was glad. Never before had she wanted an article of clothing off as much as she desired the removal of her shirt. She helped him, and finally, after a bit of a struggle, they managed to get her clothing over her head.

“You’d think neither one of us had ever undressed before.” He laughed. “I think it might have to do with the fact my hands are shaking.” She looked down at her own. “You’re not alone.”

The cold air of the room assaulted her skin. Funny, it hadn’t felt warm to her earlier.

It must have been the heat she and Rex were generating. The sensation reminded her of one time when she’d gotten sunburned and then stepped inside to an air conditioned room. It had felt like someone had blasted her with a cold air gun and wouldn’t let up on the attack.

“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

She felt her cheeks heat up. Embarrassment was not an emotion she’d ever enjoyed and she’d certainly had her fill of it lately with all of the people pointing and staring at her. “You’ve clearly not been looking at a lot of breasts if you think mine are anything wonderful.”

He moved over to her on his knees. They weren’t touching but she felt like he’d reached up and grabbed her. His eyes bored into hers as if he owned her, and right then she felt like he might.

“You’re never to insult yourself to me, Elizabeth. Not even in jest. Do you understand? I will never lie to you. If I say your breasts are the most beautiful in the whole universe, then they are. It’s bad enough I have to put up with every idiot human treating you badly, I won’t have you disparaging yourself in any way.” Did it make her sick in the head that his words were such a palpable turn-on for her?

“I wish I were the kind of woman who could let you scoop me up and let you handle all of my problems. You understand I can’t, right? This isn’t the world I live in. I can’t.” He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. “I know. For now.” How could she tell him despite his belief they were mates, the time would never come when she would be able to rely on him?

“Your smell. All of a sudden you are sad.” He shook his head. “I won’t have you that way. Not ever.” Like a prince out of the movies she’d watched as a child, he rose to his feet and gently picked her up off the floor. In his arms, cradled like she was cherished, she let herself take a deep breath. “I think the first thing is we’ll not do this on the floor like…” He grinned. “A bunch of animals.” Laughing at his own pun, he set her down on top of the bed. “Feel free to make the obvious joke.”

Liz wasn’t certain she’d actually be able to speak through the lump in her throat.

“Randolph, you are, animal or no animal, the most civilized, kindest man I’ve ever met.”

“Then you haven’t been paying close enough attention because I am none of those things.”

He moved above her, stroking her with his index finger from her belly button to the crevice just below her white bra. She fell backward into the semi-soft bed. The hard floor hadn’t bothered her. Her scent of sadness aside, she wanted Rex. Being intimate with him would let her forget things for a while.

Their lips met again and she knew this time there wouldn’t be any stopping what started between them. With her fingertips, she traced the hard lines of his chest. Were all wolves as sculpted as Rex, or was it just her luck to be with a man who looked like he’d stepped off the cover of a men’s fitness magazine?