Page 27 of Tis the Season for Sass
Ginger was having none of that. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. She nipped at his bottom lip, begging for more.
Chance’s kiss immediately turned into the one that she wanted. Hot enough to light a fire in her veins and scorch her soul. His tongue darted into her mouth, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His woodsy scent filled her nose and wrapped around her mind, acting as a drug to her senses.
“So this is what the mating pull feels like. This is how you know without a doubt when you find your mate,”she thought.
She moaned into his kiss. Her wolf begged for control in her mind.
“Oh, no,”she said to her animal.“I am going to enjoy every second of this.”
She worked her hands slowly down his chest to the bulge she felt straining against his jeans. Chance drew back from the kiss, surprised by her bold actions.
“Not that I mind, but I need to know exactly where this is going.” His eyes glowed with a need she’d never seen directed at her.
“I hadn’t planned on it earlier in the day, but now…” She kissed him again before pulling back. “Now, I plan on making you my mate.”
“I—I don’t understand.”
She giggled at the look of shock on his face.
“Whatever just happened in there, I felt the last of the majik that was protecting me disappear. The second that happened, my wolf knew—I knew.” Her eyes shot to the ground, unsure of what to say.
“You knew what?” He gently lifted her chin with his forefinger, and glancing into her eyes.
“I knew that you were my mate,” she whispered.
His lips crashed over hers. His kiss was hard and demanding, unlike any of the other kisses they had previously shared.
Her hands flew under his shirt, needing to feel the heat from his skin against hers. He pulled away from the kiss and yanked his shirt over his head. Her mouth literally watered at the sight. Every perfectly sculpted muscle was on full display.
He fumbled with the button on his jeans. Ginger felt like she should look away, but she couldn’t and if she were perfectly honest, she just didn’t want to.
“You are killing me here.” She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from throwing him on the couch and riding him until the sun came up.
He grabbed a blanket from the couch and spread it out in front of the fireplace. When he held out his hand for her to join him, it took all her willpower not to sprint across the room and jump into his arms.
She was done with the second guessing, done with the games of will they or won’t they. Ginger knew in her heart and her mind that becoming Chance’s mate was the only piece of the puzzle she was missing.
“You are so beautiful,” Chance said as she ditched her clothes and joined him on the blanket.
For once, she didn’t feel the need to hide who she was from her lover. How could she when the look on his face told her all she needed to know.
He was on her in an instant, gone was any hesitation he once had. He eased her down onto the blanket and kissed a scorching path down her neck and to her breasts, stopping to tease each of her hardened nipples. Continuing on his mission, his tongue traveled down the valley between her breasts.
She sucked in a deep breath as he paused just above her sex.
“I need to taste you,” he said, easing her legs apart.
“Please,” she begged. Just the promise of his mouth on her made her body quiver with anticipation.
Not needing anymore encouragement, his tongue landed on her clit.
Her back arched off of the blanket, her fingers tunneling through his hair.
“Oh God, Chance!”
Each skillful swipe of his tongue left her body shaking and ready to soar to new heights. He carefully slid one finger into her, then a second, pumping them in and out of her.
“I love the way you taste.”
