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Nick’s hands reached out, deft fingers undoing each button with a kind of reverence that sent chills through her body.The fabric parted, cool air kissing her heated skin, and Sarah leaned into the touch, craving the sensation of his fingers against her flesh.
He slid the blouse off her shoulders, and it fluttered to the floor, forgotten in the wake of their escalating passion.Sarah’s wolf prowled inside her, responding to the proximity of her mate.His scent enveloped her, earthy and familiar.
Nick pressed against Sarah’s shoulders.She stumbled backward, her bare feet tangling in the rug before the edge of the bed halted her retreat.With his gentle push, she felt herself toppling back onto the mattress.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Nick reached for her.His fingers gripped her hips as he drew her toward him, and she slid across the sheets.
Tears formed in her eyes as she realized how much she’d missed this man, the simple touch of his hands setting her ablaze with desire.
Their connection was a live wire, electric and pulsing between them.In that instant, Sarah allowed herself to forget the past—the betrayal, the hurt, the unbearable choices she had made.Right now, there was only Nick.
“Let me make it right,” she heard herself say.
Nick’s response was not verbal—a tightening of his grip, a darkening of his gaze as he positioned himself between her thighs.
Sarah bit her lip, the anxious flutter in her chest warping into a tight coil of anticipation.The stark need in Nick’s eyes reflected her own—a mirror to the raw desire she’d tried to bury.Now it surged through her as his breath ghosted over her.
Then, contact.His tongue lapped at her with a focus that arched her back off the bed as she gasped.
His tongue circled her clit, a deliberate, rhythmic motion as he worshipped her with his mouth.With each revolution, Sarah spiraled closer to something primal, something that connected them beyond the pack, beyond the past.
“Please,” she breathed out as her fingers curled into the mattress.Sarah’s knuckles turned white, her body arching again toward the heat of Nick’s mouth.His tongue continued its dance, circling her with a precision that was both maddening and divine.The bedding twisted beneath her clenched fingers as waves of pleasure threatened to tear her apart.
Her breaths came in short, uneven bursts, mirroring her quickening pulse throbbing through her.The room filled with the sounds of the quiet whimpers that escaped her lips despite her attempts at restraint.
Nick’s movements were relentless, his lips and tongue moving over her with raw hunger.As he traced more circles around and across her clit, Sarah’s world narrowed to the exquisite point of sensation that gathered at her core.
“More,” she whispered.She was close, teetering on the brink, and Nick held her there, suspended in a moment of pure ecstasy.
As Nick’s mouth on her sent tremors through Sarah’s body, he shifted, sliding one finger inside her.His finger moved with an insistent rhythm, pumping into her in time with the strokes of his tongue.
She gasped out his name, her voice cracking on the edge of desperation.Her breaths became ever more shallow, her body struggling to keep up with the pleasure building within her.The sensation of Nick’s finger moving inside her, coupled with his tongue, drew a whimper from her lips, a raw sound.
Only sensation existed—Nick’s mouth on her, his rhythmic hand, the aching desire that coiled tighter in her core—as the wave swelled within her, threatening to crash over her and wash away everything except the blinding ecstasy.
And then, with a sudden, breathtaking surge, Sarah crested the wave.Pleasure detonated inside her, radiating outward in pulsing waves of pure intensity.
Her back lifted off the bed, a primal, involuntary response to the overwhelming sensation.
A keening cry filled the room, echoing against the aluminum walls of the trailer.
And then she landed back on the mattress, gasping for air.
Determined to take her turn next.
Chapter 14
AS NICK WATCHED SARAHtrembling, tasted her on his lips, the distant sound of laughter and footsteps crept in from outside.
Instantly alert, Nick stilled, his wolf’s acute hearing distinguishing the voices approaching—their son Javier’s cheerful tone mingling with Una’s comments.
The unmistakable sound of Javier’s excitement pierced through the thin walls of the trailer, his small voice animated.“Mama, I drew a wolf, like us!”
The words were like ice water dousing the lingering flames of passion that still danced beneath Nick’s skin.
“Shit,” he whispered, his voice a harsh whisper of urgency.The real world, with all its complications and expectations, pressed in on them.
They couldn’t let Javier or Una suspect what just transpired between them.Not now.Not yet.
