Page 106 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Will there be enough room for the both of us?”
“I doubt it. You are a very large person.”
I laugh. Ahh, she has no fucking idea just how large I am. But I think she’s about to find out.
“Come on, then,” I say. “Let’s get you into the shower, before you catch a chill.”
There’s no chance of that, but I’m eager to take her clothes off before she changes her mind.
Yeah, definitely a pervert.
The condo is empty. No cousin with a shotgun hanging about, so I lock the doors and let her guide us through to her bedroom.
The aroma of her heat-sweetened scent hits me so hard I see stars. It’s a few days old and her bedding’s obviously been changed, but, hell, it’s still there lingering in the air.
If it was even possible for me to forget how good this one smelled in heat, then this is definitely a vivid reminder. My cock gets a million times harder and I’m done with any waiting, any playing of games.
I reach for the hem of her sports top and drag it right over her head.
Hardy spent yesterday evening bragging about how damn fine this girl’s tits are, and shit, he wasn’t lying.
Full and round with hard pink nipples. Cherries on the fucking icing. I groan.
But I don’t get a chance to touch, because she’s woman-handling my own top, struggling to tug it over my head.
Then we’re both bare from the waist upwards.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I say, with a wink.
She holds my gaze and her thumbs slide under the waistband of her running shorts. My breath hitches in my throat, my eyes lock on the waistband. I watch as slowly she lowers it, revealing more of her tanned belly, then her hip bones, and then the line of curls between her legs and then everything. Her shorts, along with her panties, land on the floor.
I reach for her and she shakes her head. “Your go.”
I should take my time, teasing her like she teased me, but I’m too damn impatient. My shorts and my boxers hit the floor next to hers in a matter of seconds.
She takes a sharp intake of breath, her eyes wide as she takes in my cock, hard and standing to attention at my groin.
“Oh lord,” she mutters.
“Come here,” I say with a deep growl.
She glances over her shoulder to the darkened bathroom beyond. “I thought we were getting showered up.”
“We are. But I want to taste you first, before you get covered in all that shampoo and shit, I want to taste you, little one.”
For once, there’s no hesitation. She steps in towards me and the sunlight through the window makes the sweat on her skin glisten.
I bend down, my nose hovering above her skin, basking in that caramel scent of hers, so sweet I think I’m going to end up with a sugar high. Her breath becomes needy by my ear and I can tell this is killing her. I lower my mouth to her shoulder and I sweep my tongue over her skin, my eyes drifting shut as I taste her. So concentrated, so sweet. Forget the high, my teeth are going to fucking rot.
“You taste so good,” I groan.
She slides her hands around my waist and up my back, pressing herself into me so that I can feel those pebbled nipples of hers against my abs. Then she copies me, running her tongue up my chest, over my own nipple. And my skin turns to fire. She moans and sinks her nails into my flesh.
“Do I taste good, little one?” I ask.
“Like cinnamon,” she mutters.
“You like it?”
