Page 55 of Big Bad Wolfe

For once in her life, she was going to fully live in the moment, consequences be damned. His turbulent desire inflamed hers, and she eagerly met his marauding tongue with her own, returning his kiss—mate to mate.

With a groan, he backed her against the fence, desperately possessing her mouth, careening the glittering hunger through her. Her spine was pressed to the cool, unyielding wood, her front pressed full-length against Zane’s hot, vibrating body. He smelled like heaven, hot, aroused man, and tasted of dark, tempting sin.

Her world narrowed to only passion. Only this wild, shattering intimacy.

Only Zane.

His mouth lifted from hers, her lips swollen and sensitized, her breath in rags. He kissed a sensual path along her jawline. Eager teeth nipped her neck, the erotic love-bites making her quiver. Then his warm, moist breath panted into her ear, sending goosebumps prickling over her skin.

“God help me, I want you so much.” His hoarse admission resonated through every cell. Anticipation spiraled in her belly, tightening the moist clenching ache between her thighs.

“I want you too,” she whispered against the frantic pulse throbbing in his throat.

He inhaled like a drowning man. “This is a very bad idea.”

“No.” She skated the tip of her tongue over his hot skin, tasting the faint saltiness over his rich essence, delighting in his shudder. “Mmm.It’s good.” She licked him again, already addicted to his taste. “All good.”

His Adam’s apple convulsed as he gulped, his lean-muscled frame still vibrating with the battle to maintain control. “I. Should. Leave.”

“Don’t. Please don’t.” She grasped his hand at her waist and raised it to cup her breast. “I need you to touch me, Zane. I ache with it.”

Uttering a low growl, he hungrily recaptured her mouth. His knee thrust between hers, pushing her legs apart. Her skirt hiked up, and the silky texture of his slacks caressed her inner thighs with tingling friction. The hard ridge of his arousal rode right on her sweet spot, inciting a celebratory riot in her electrified nerve endings.

She rubbed against him, seeking more. Seeking relief.

His palm squeezed her breast and his fingers plucked her taut nipple through the lace as he tilted his pelvis into hers. Pleasure rocketed through her, and Zane’s mouth swallowed her fervent hum.

Those talented lips impatiently roved in a devastating path to her jawline, her neck, then her shoulder. He yanked down the strap of her dress, baring her breast. His warm satin tongue rapidly flicked the tender tip and she moaned. Then his hot mouth closed over her, sucking in strong pulls that shot the savage, primitive heat straight to her core, her inner muscles contracting with each greedy tug. Jillian’s legs went wobbly and she gasped.

He yanked down the other strap, effectively pinning her arms. She didn’t care, surrendering completely to him as he feasted on her other breast.

Her head fell back as she gladly let Zane’s wildfire consume her, her hips writhing and frantic for him to fill the emptiness inside. “Please,” she managed to gasp. “Please,Zane.”

A hot callused palm skimmed up her thigh at the same time his knee urged her thighs wider apart. He cupped her mons, rotated the heel of his hand, streaming urgent need through her. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he rasped against her damp breast.

“Yes!”

His fingertip easily edged aside the thin lace and tantalizingly traced the slick seam of her lower lips.

“Mmm. Yes.”

Those agile fingers opened her, tugging her clit and rolling the swollen, sensitized bud between his fingertips. Her entire body jerked at the shockingly wicked flood of pleasure, her hips bucking against him. “Oh.” She panted for breath. “Oh ... I … You. Want. You.”

His mouth left her breast and one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as his mouth again crashed down on hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth at the same time two long fingers drove inside her body, thrusting in tandem in a glorious dual assault on her senses.

The shattering orgasm roared through her, and she screamed her pleasure into Zane’s mouth. Colored lights exploded behind her eyelids, every muscle contracting with violent release, and her quaking legs buckled. If not for the wonderful pressure of Zane’s solid frame holding her up, she would’ve collapsed to her knees.

She went limp, and his fingers withdrew. Strong arms wrapped around her. She buried her face in his neck, realizing for the first time that he was also shaking uncontrollably. And still as hard as steel.

Her pulse thrummed wildly. She hadn’t imagined their mind-blowing connection. Whatever this unsettling link was between them, it was real.

And Zane felt it too. Because when things got too personal, he locked down. Exactly what he was striving to do right now.

Jillian dragged in a trembling breath. Even in the midst of the marvelous aftershocks, she longed for more. Longed forhim.

She snatched another breath. And one more before she could speak. “Make love to me.”

His fingers again dipped beneath her dress, fumbled with her thong, and she smiled, eager for him to yank it down and fill her with himself. To complete what they’d started.

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