Page 88 of My UnTrue Love
“Seems like we’re on the same page, again. That’s real lucky, ‘causethisis where I want to be.” His calloused palm rubbed against her, exploring the territory and making her see stars. “And given how wet you are, I’m thinkin’ you want me here, too.”
Clementine moaned, feeling taken in all the very best ways. The man truly was a genius. His touch was like a brand. Like he was claiming her. Like he would never, ever let her go.
She craved more.
“You don’t need to worry about my desire for you. You can worry about a heap of other shit about me. No one will blame you for being skittish. Butneverthat. I’m downright besotted with my va-va-voom vixen.”
She went boneless in his grasp, giving herself over to him. “You think I’m a vixen?” People made comments about muses’ sensuality all the time, but they weren’t usually compliments. Bill’s words were nothing but appreciative and admiring.
“I think you are the sexiest girl I ever seen. I’ve been aching for you.” His hand massaged her with the ideal amount of pressure.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that Clementine instantly tried to squeeze her thighs closed.
Bill made atsk-ing sound at her automatic response. “You tryin’ to keep me from what we both want?” His other arm slid around her waist, holding her still. “Ornery girls get punished, Clem. No other choice.”
Oh God… There was no way he could possibly miss how hot she was getting. He was taking control in a playful way, and she wasincrediblyturned on by it. She made a happy, helpless sort of sound.
Bill smiled against her temple. “Now, I don’twantto punish you.” He continued, although it was blatantly obvious that was exactly what they both wanted. “But this is the only way you’ll learn.”
“Learn what?”
“That coyotes are a dominant breed, of course.” He very deliberately eased her legs open wider.
“I’ve noticed that.” She agreed breathlessly.
Bill pressed a kiss to her hair. “You’re gonna have to come all over my hand, as punishment for closing your legs when I don’t want ‘em closed. Nothing I can do about that. You’ve gotta learn a lesson.”
“Tough, but fair.”
He shifted his grip on her, so he could stroke her even deeper, and this time she was ready for the touch. Bill was a sensitive man, but he certainly wasn’t shy about this. There was something both protective and predatory in the movement.
“How long has it been since somebody else satisfied you, darlin’? At least ten months, I know that. As soon as I got here, I kept all them useless boys away from you.”
She stared up at him, dazed. “You did?”
“‘Course I did.” Her top was tugged open, exposing her bra. “I can’t stand any other man near you.”
Clem started in surprise as her shirt parted. She was self-conscious about her curvy body and her breasts weren’t her best feature. They weren’t high or firm. Her bra was hideous and practical and engineered for support. She really wanted to cross her arms over her chest to hide it.
Bill arched a brow, like he was reading her sudden insecurities. “Mine.” He said sternly.
“Who says?”
“That’s just the way it works when you get caught by a coyote.”
Since she was enjoying the game, Clementine didn’t obstruct his view of her underwear. She did shoot him a mutinous sort of frown, though.
His breathing got rougher at her pout. “I am not gonna last if you start being Bad. I like scolding you too much.” She could feel his erection at her back, proving the strength of his desire. “I want to do things to you that I don’t think you’re ready for, until you’re being a Good girl again.”
His reaction increased her confidence. Bill was turned on, too.She’ddone that. “I’m ready for everything… except taking off my bra.” She didn’t do a thing to stop him, as his free hand enveloped one partially-covered breast.
“We’ll get there. Your body’s gonna be tuned to my touch.” His thumb brushed her nipple, through the fabric of her underwear. A snarl left him as he felt it tighten in response. “Like an instrument I can play better than anybody.”
She swallowed hard. “You should probably practice a lot then.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Lucky I’m inspired.” One long, beautiful finger glided inside her. She was so wet that it slid in with no resistance, stretching her. Filling her.
Clementine whimpered at the sensation of being possessed by him, pressing her back against his body.
