Page 32 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
"What are you doing here?" I asked with my mouth dry, nervously wondering what she was going to say in response.
She couldn't seem to make eye contact and looked at her shoes when she spoke. "I'm sorry. It doesn't sound like much but it's all I have. You have to understand that I was hurt. Trust isn't something that I'm easily able to give."
"What changed?" I asked sheepishly.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Luke came to see me. He told me everything and gave me a flash drive pertaining to the oasis. You are a good man with a kind heart. How can I stay mad at you for wanting to do the right thing for your pack?" she asked before brushing past me with her nipples cutting into my chest.
She stayed like that caught between me and the door frame. Her lips beckoned me to come closer. Those eyes sparkled until I could see flecks of silver.
I kissed her, soft and demanding, touching her neck with my fingers to excite her libido.
Our tongues wrestled and ignited something of an inferno between us.
She squealed when I reached underneath and lifted her until her legs were wrapped around me. The strength of my hunger for her raged strong within the confines of my pants. That little bit of friction created a cascade effect.
An electrical current sizzled.
"He shouldn't have done that but I'm glad he did," I said with the back of my hand strumming the chords of her spinal column.
"He's a good friend. Can you ever forgive me?" she asked with a flush to her cheeks.
I carried her up the stairs, taking them two at a time while we looked into each other's eyes for confirmation that this was what we wanted. It was clear the heat between us was blazing with insistence.
I slammed her against the wall, her legs locked at the ankles with a hunger that became infectious. She was my drug of choice. There was no need for a pharmaceutical aid when my entire body reacted to her presence with a trembling need.
Her back against the wall made it easier to let my hands roam freely.
I greedily grabbed the fabric of her blouse and ripped it open in one fluid motion. The buttons became a casualty of my haste to get her naked. The material ripped, exposing her bare midriff to give me a craving for something more than a peck on the cheek.
"There's nothing to forgive. I know I should've told you the truth, but I couldn't risk you saying no. It was too important, but I did feel bad about it. Damn. What the hell are you doing to me? You can feel that. I know you can," I encouraged a free exchange of words.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head.
The bra came off without her even realizing it until she felt the sting of the air conditioning wafting over the tips. The blue lace garment dangled from my fingers from the fragile straps.
We continued into the bedroom where the king-sized bed took up a fair amount of space. The drapes billowed from the slight breeze from a crack in the window. A chill tickled the back of my neck, but the warmth of her body compensated for it.
She fell back on the bed, her body absorbed by the cushion of the mattress still with her legs wrapped around me.
I took the opportunity and seized her zipper with one finger before pulling the zipper down. A quick tug at the waistband brought it down over her hips until her legs were in the air with her feet almost touching my face.
The others wouldn't be back for at least an hour.
The present situation demanded swift and immediate action. The smell of her sexual arousal came off of her in waves. The heat emanating from between her legs called to me in a language dedicated to lovers.
"We have all the time in the world. I want you so bad I can taste it. Tell me that you feel that in the air. It crackles and pops." I flung her pants over my shoulder until they landed in a heap on the floor behind me.
The telltale stain on her panties told me her excitement was genuine.
She dropped her legs and sat up to frantically go after my button and zipper. Her hand slipped into the opening. Her eyes grew wide when she felt nothing but hot skin on her fingertips. She grabbed onto it and wouldn't let go with her fist squeezing me.
It came out of my underwear directly into her hot mouth. The silky feel of her tongue was like velvet around the shaft. She looked up at me while continuing to inhale the majority of those inches until the head tapped at the back of her mouth.
She wanted it as much as I did, maybe more so.
"It's been too long. I've been counting the days," I said with a deep breath while watching her skin the flute with her lips.
My hand slid through her delicate locks and grabbed onto a fistful of her hair. This only seemed to excite her even more. She attacked with fiery determination. The last of those inches sank into her mouth with the head buried deep.
