Hungry Like the Wolf(85)

She went up on tiptoe and gave him the gentlest of kisses, hoping it would convey how much she loved him.

The glow in his eyes flared, then he bent his head and kissed her back. That kiss started out tenderly, too. But as her hands found their way to his chest and he pulled her against him, his mouth moved more urgently over hers, his fingers twisting into her hair.

And just like that, it was as if none of the idiocy had ever happened.

When he broke the kiss, Gage’s eyes were back to their normal deep, honeyed brown, and he stared at her with the hunger she yearned for. Mac pulled him down for another kiss, but he stopped her with a look.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

Gage’s actions at the barn had proclaimed his feelings for her far better than any mere words, but still…the words were nice. Really nice.

Then he was kissing her again. Knowing she’d regained what she’d been so sure she’d lost made her so giddy she felt like screaming. But with Gage’s pack—she still couldn’t believe how easily that rolled off the tongue—right outside in the other room, a scream probably wasn’t a good idea.

So, she did the next best thing and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Gage lifted his head to look at her with an arched brow. “You know werewolves have really good hearing, right?”

Huh. No, she didn’t know that. She smiled up at him, working at his buttons until they were all undone and she had a view of his chest and abs all the way down to his belt. She slid her hands under the edges of his shirt and caressed those exquisite muscles.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to be quiet,” she said softly.

Mac leaned forward and nibbled at the lines of his pecs. A low rumbling growl slipped out of him.

She pulled away to give him a reproving look. “What part of quiet didn’t you understand?”

He slipped his fingers in her hair, urging her to go back to what she’d been doing. “Quiet, right. Got it.”

When she kissed, nibbled, and licked her way down his chest and stomach, Gage did a better job of holding his tongue—but just barely. Still, she had to smile a little as she unbuckled his belt. If he’d had a problem staying silent for the first part, this part was really going to be tough on him.

Once she had his belt undone, she struggled to work his jeans and underwear together down over his hips. He helped some, but let her work for it, which she appreciated. Anticipation always made things better.

When Mac had everything down around his thighs, she nudged him back so he was perched on the edge of his desk. She wanted him to be able to lean back and relax because she was going to make sure he never forgot what he meant to her.

His cock was already hard and jutting out eagerly before her. She ran her hands up his thighs until she reached the base of his cock. Then she carefully curled one hand around his shaft and tilted her head up to look at him.

“Quiet, remember?”

He gazed down at her with heated eyes. “I’ll try.”

That was good enough for Mac. She dipped her head and wrapped her lips around him. Gage didn’t exactly remain silent, but the groan he let out wasn’t much more than a deep sigh. She doubted even a werewolf would be able to hear it unless he was standing right outside the door.

She worked her mouth up and down his shaft, moving her hand in smooth counterpoint to the rhythm of her tongue. Gage tasted so damn good it was difficult not to cut loose with a few moans of her own. She could do this all night, letting him come in her mouth, then getting him hard so she could do it all over again. The thought alone made heat pool between her thighs.

Gage slipped his fingers into her hair, guiding her movement, urging her to go faster…deeper. But just when liftoff seemed imminent, he used that hand in her hair to bring her to a slow halt, then tug her mouth off his cock.

She started to complain, but he’d already tugged her to her feet and urged her back against his desk before she had the chance. He had her shoes off before she even found her voice.

“Um, I was still working down there.”

He gave her a sly look as he yanked open the buttons on her jeans and pulled them off. She had to grab hold of the edge of his desk to keep from being dragged off with them.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But it’s my turn now.”

Gage tossed her pants and panties over to the couch that lined one wall, leaving her leaning back on his desk wearing nothing but her top. He reached around her and shoved stuff aside, then urged her back. When he dropped to his knees between her spread legs, his eyes were once again gold. Was he flipping them back and forth to freak her out?

Maybe, but that wasn’t the effect it was having. In fact, it was just plain turning her on.