Hungry Like the Wolf(59)

Mac couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through her. After the last few days of playing the sexual equivalent of hide-and-seek, she was so ready to burn some calories.

She laughed as Gage tugged her to her feet. She put both her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as his hands slid down to her waist and lifted her easily off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom.

When Gage draped her across the queen-sized bed, then joined her, she discovered it wasn’t quite as roomy as she’d thought. With Gage’s broad shoulders and long legs, the two of them were going to have a hard time fitting.

“I think we’re going to need a bigger bed,” she said.

Gage let out a throaty chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’ll make do. Just stay close.”

As if demonstrating, he leaned over and trailed scorching kisses along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. God, that feels amazing.

“I can do close… Close is good,” she whispered, letting her head fall back on the pillow as he nibbled his way along the V-neck of her shirt toward her cleavage.

She twined her fingers in Gage’s short hair and urged him lower. That earned her another chuckle.

“Thanks for the guidance, but trust me, I know where I’m headed.”

“Just wanted to make sure,” she said as he kissed his way to the first button of her shirt. “I know how men hate to ask for directions.”

That got her a growl and a little nip. “Okay, you asked for it.”

He reached up and yanked her blouse open, sending buttons flying. Then his hot mouth was on her again, moving over the exposed parts of her breasts. She couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her lips, but whether it was from the feel of his mouth on her or the animalistic way he’d torn her blouse, she couldn’t say. She’d never had a man tear her clothes before, but decided she definitely liked it—as long as Gage was the one doing the tearing. She wondered if her other clothes might end up in a similar condition.

Gage kissed his way down to her belly button before moving back up to tease her nipples through the silky fabric of her bra. She couldn’t resist grabbing at his hair again, silently begging for him to stay right there for a while.

“God, that feels good,” she whispered. “Please keep doing that.”

He didn’t complain at her additional guidance and direction this time. Instead, he ran his hands up her torso to squeeze her breasts together while he suckled on her nipples. Mmm, she’d always appreciated a man who knew how to take his time.

He slid one hand under her back and popped the clasp on her bra. And he had nimble fingers, too. That boded well.

Then his mouth was back on her nipple, this time without the nuisance of the intervening fabric. She arched with a whimper, pushing her breast more firmly into his mouth. Damn, did he have a talented tongue or what? And there were so many other places he had yet to visit with it.

She was so lost in what he was doing to her nipples she didn’t even notice when he undid the buttons on her jeans. He stopped feasting on her breast to yank off her jeans. When the hell had he taken off her shoes? She seriously didn’t remember that.

As Gage continued to work his magic on her nipples, she realized she was completely naked—okay, she still had her panties on—but Gage hadn’t taken a single stitch of his uniform off yet.

That just seemed unfair—and kind of hot.

Especially when he stopped nibbling and sat back to gaze at her with eyes positively brimming with yearning. Talk about a boost to her self-esteem. Every woman wanted to be lusted after, and that was definitely what Gage was doing right then.

She laid there trembling as his eyes wandered up and down her body, devouring every inch of her. If all that nibbling and suckling hadn’t made her wet, the heat in those eyes sure as hell did.

Mac sat up on her elbows, looking at him. “I couldn’t help noticing that I’m almost naked and you’re still completely dressed. Are you planning on doing anything about that?”

The smolder in his eyes as he grinned was almost enough to make her moan. “There is one thing I could do.”

Holding her captive with nothing more than his eyes, he tucked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slipped them off as smooth as silk. She was left gasping by the heart-thudding sexiness of the move.

Gage moved off the bed to stand there gazing at her—all of her—in absolute hunger. All she could do was lean back on her elbows and enjoy the pleasure of being his object of adoration. She could definitely get used to this.

“That’s better.” His gaze lingered on the triangle of downy curls between her legs. “Completely naked suits you. In fact, you should stay that way all the time.”