Page 109 of Big Bad Wolfe

He’d flung her into a tsunami of desire, but even more than the physical compatibility, she loved the mind connection between them. Loved the rapport, the easy, familiar affection.

She gently scraped her fingernails over the impressive, denim-covered bulge under her palm, thrilled at his guttural moan. She wanted to make him as insanely hot as he was making her.

He bent his head, careful teeth scraping first one and then the other nipple. Her body jerked as her feminine muscles clenched at the shocking intensity.

“Yeah, so responsive,” he murmured. Cupping her breast, he laved her nipple, making her writhe. Then finally,finally,his lips closed over her and sucked … lightly at first, then harder, wringing a choked gasp from her.

As he turned his thorough attention to the other nipple, glittering anticipation pooled low and heavy between her thighs. “Oh!” she panted, her hips bucking into him. “That ... feels … amazing!”

He raised his head to smile into her eyes and lifted her off his lap. “Stand up, honey.”

Standing in front of him, her knees wobbled when his fingers hooked in the waistband of her thong. He eased it down, his palms gliding in a tingling caress down her legs. Then she was naked, except for her pearls.

His chest rose and fell on a jagged sigh. “I’ve imagined this a thousand times. But reality is a thousand times better.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a mock pout. “However, I can’t help but notice I’m the only one getting naked here.”

A laugh rumbled from his wide chest. “Is that acomplaintI’m hearing?”

“Damned straight.”

Chuckling, he rose to his feet. His hands shook slightly as he unzipped his Levi’s, the betraying gesture telling her he wasn’t nearly as in control as he wanted her to believe.

Smiling, she watched him slowly remove his pants. “Taking your sweet time about it, aren’t you? Are you shy, Champ?”

He laughed again. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Inch by frustrating inch, he peeled down his boxer briefs, tossed them aside, then stood facing her.

His regal features were taut with leashed passion, those high cheekbones flushed, his eyes scorching. Her gaze lingered on his sensual mouth, even more sensual now that she’d experienced his talented lips on her body. She licked her own lips in unconscious longing. He snatched in another breath, drawing her attention to his broad chest. Smooth copper skin gleamed like polished teak, each hard-ridged muscle intriguingly shadowed by the tiny teasing flames reflected in the mirrored walls. He exuded power and masculine grace from every pore of his magnificent body.

Drawn by the intriguing trail of dusky hair, her perusal wandered down his chest, over ridged abs to his navel, then lower. Her mouth went dry. She swallowed. “My, my, Mr. Wolfe, what a big treat you have there.”

A glossy black brow arched and his low laugh was deliciously evil as he bent forward to whisper in her ear, “All the better to make you come, screaming.”

Blazing desire surged straight down the center of her body, and she swayed into him, hot, damp skin sliding against hot, damp skin. His arms swept around her, holding her close. He kissed her, delving deep, and his erection pulsed against her stomach.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, her hips rocking into him.

Zane broke the kiss, stepped back. Then he sank to his knees in front of her. His gaze lifted, worshiping her naked body. “You’re exquisite, Jillian,” he said hoarsely. “And not only on the surface. You’re a beautiful woman in every way.”

She melted to the core. “And you are one incredible man, Zane.”

Warm callused hands spanned her waist, leisurely stroked down the outside of her legs in a slow, devastating path, and then stroked back up the inside. He stopped with long fingers splayed on the inside of her thighs. “I’m going to kiss you the way you kissed me, sweetheart.”

She gulped. “I’ve never allowed … never wanted … But you … it’s …”

Watching her, he blew a soft, teasing breath across her moist curls.

She quivered. Seeking an anchor, her fingers tangled in his hair, and his eyes flared. “You want me to.”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please. I want your mouth on me, Zane.”

His palms pressed against her thighs, urging her legs to straddle the mat. “Then open for me, baby.”

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