Page 22 of Horned to be Wild
He lunged, but even though he was fast for his size, she was quicker. She grabbed a nearby brush, dipped it in yellow, and flicked it at him, splattering his chest with tiny golden droplets.
“Now you’ve done it,” he said, feigning a glare, and pounced.
What followed was chaos—joyful, colorful chaos. They chased each other around the workshop, armed with brushes and fingers dipped in paint, leaving trails of color and laughter in their wake.
Finally, he cornered her against the far wall, both of them breathless and splattered with every color imaginable. His chest heaved as he planted his hands on either side of her, trapping her between his arms.
“Nowhere to run now,” he growled.
She looked up at him, her brown eyes dancing, her cheeks flushed with exertion and laughter. Streaks of blue and yellow painted her face, her neck, her arms. She’d never looked more beautiful.
“I surrender,” she whispered, but her smile was anything but defeated.
The playfulness between them shifted, deepening into something more. Desire crackled in the air, electric and intense.
“Kiss me,” she said softly. “Kiss me, Torin.”
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, then dove. His mouth claimed hers with a hunger he could no longer restrain. She melted into him, her body yielding against his as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming every inch of her sweetness. His tail flicked around her ankle, holding her close, while his hands roamed her body, reveling in the softness of her curves, and leaving trails of color behind.
When he broke away from her mouth, she was panting, her lips pink and swollen.
“You have paint here,” he said as his hand came up to cover her breast. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch and he groaned as she arched into his touch. He gently squeezed her breast, his thumb rubbing across the stiff peak as he left more paint behind.
“Mmm. And here.”
She unbuttoned the top of her coveralls and pulled the fabric aside. His mouth went dry at the sight of those lush paint-speckled mounds, barely confined by a lacy bra. His inner voice urged him to pull back before it was too late, but then she guided his hand back to her breast, her eyes dark with need. He stroked his thumb over the taut peak of her nipple, and her head fell back.
“Please, Torin. Touch me. I want to feel your hands on my skin. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He wanted that more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life, but what if he lost control and frightened her, hurt her? What if this ruined everything?
She must have seen his hesitation, because she reached up and cupped his face, her eyes soft and full of understanding.
“You won’t hurt me. You could never hurt me.”
“I just want to bring you pleasure.”
He wasn’t sure if he was telling her or reminding himself, but she smiled up at him.
“I’m okay with that.”
He groaned and gave in, unfastening the rest of the buttons and letting her coverall slide to the floor, leaving her in just her lacy bra and panties. The sight threatened to take his breath away.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“And covered in paint,” she pointed out breathlessly.
“Yes. Here.” He ran his thumbs over her nipples again, leaving streaks of green on her pretty bra, and she gasped.
“And here,” he growled, sliding his hand down to cup her mound through the lacy panties, the heat of her arousal pressing against his palm.
“Oh, god,” she whimpered.
“Torin,” he corrected her as his fingers teased her, stroking the damp fabric as she arched into his touch.
“Yes,” she cried out as he slipped his hand beneath the lace to stroke her bare skin.
He found her hot and slick and wet, her folds swollen with desire. His finger circled her clit and she gasped, her hips rolling. He repeated the motion, teasing her clit, then sliding lower to press gently into her. Fuck, she was tight. Her inner walls gripped his finger and his cock throbbed at the thought of how it would feel around his straining erection. He carefully added another finger, stretching her, and her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to tease and torment her. His thumb circled her clit again, and he felt her body quivering on the edge of climax.
