Page 65 of Dangerous Temptation
She wound her legs around his hips and locked her ankles. It had only been one night, but it seemed like for ever since he’d been inside her. He began to pump and her body clutched at him, not wanting to lose him again.
‘Ooooh,’ she cooed.
The lengths to which he pushed her body were indescribable. He drew more out of her than any other man ever had, and her fascination with him wasn’t waning. What had been promised in lingering looks out in the woods had come to life.
If anything, it was growing more powerful.
Free. Wild. And ferocious.
He hitched her up higher against the wall and her fingers bit into his shoulders. Leaning forward, he latched onto her breast, lace and all. His tongue swept over her extended nipple, making it perk up ever tighter. Between the lace and his suckling, she could hardly stand it.
Her fingers dove into his hair and clutched at his scalp.
His mouth refused to let her go.
Elena fought the tide running through her. It was too soon. She was rushing too fast.
But there was nothing she could do as pleasure spiked inside her. Her moan filled the room and her head rolled against the wall.
When she opened her eyes, she found the wolf watching her. His grey eyes were lively and sparking. His thrusts became measured and deep. Lodged as he was inside her, he kept a steady caress against the nub of nerve endings at her core.
The nub that was about to shoot pleasure through her all over again.
Lunging off the wall, Elena kissed him fiercely. The impetus forced him to take a step back and support her weight on his own as he thrust up into her.
She wasn’t going alone this time. She wanted to take care of him. The need to protect was all-consuming.
Their mouths tangled and she worked her hand between their heaving bodies. When she cupped him, he jerked.
The thrust rammed into her, and she let out a cry.
They banged into the wall again as he reached past her to brace himself. His breaths were harsh in her ear as she caressed and petted him. In the end, all it took was a soft squeeze from her fingertips to send him over the precipice. His body gave in to hers, shuddering and spurting.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck as a second climax caught her. With a whimper, she let it sweep her along. This thing between them was only growing more potent. Like a drug, its hold was seductive and mind-bending.
It made her forget some things and overlook others.
Until all she saw was how good they were together.
She was dazed when she opened her eyes. Looking into his, she saw the same foggy glaze. The fact that the hold was mutual was the only reason she wasn’t panicking. It had them both in its grip.
After long moments, he lowered her until her feet were on the floor. Somehow his hands were fisted in her hair.
He combed it out, smoothing the tangles. ‘Cut your hair. Is the woman insane?’
Elena straightened her underclothes, which were now sticky and damp. ‘No, but I believe we qualify.’
One day. They’d gone one day without making love. How could it have built back up to such a fever pitch? They’d only just met each other, but their bodies couldn’t stand to be apart.
She stroked his chest. She couldn’t stop touching him. ‘Playing dress-up to playing doctor,’ she joked, half out of breath. ‘What are we going to play next?’
A muscle worked in his temple, but then he was gathering her up and lifting her into his arms. ‘House.’
She held on tight as they headed for the door.
Without discussing it, they fell into a routine. Alex wanted Elena to move up to the main house, but she insisted on working down by the lake. Once evening fell, though, she made her way to the manor. There, they ate together and talked. They found entertainment in books, the in-home theatre, the pool, and the putting green. Eventually, they always wound up in bed.
Alex was still guarded, but he was letting her closer. Knowing even that tiny bit of his troubled background explained a lot. He’d been betrayed so many times. Very few people earned his trust, yet she was seeing cracks in that steely exterior. Flashes of humour. Moments of warmth. He was protective of her as they walked the trails and any sign of her scrimping drove him nuts.
