Page 32 of A Wolf's Treasure
Gods, she loved the way her name sounded coming from his lips. She wanted to hear him say it while in the throes of passion. “I want to kiss you again.”
He shook his head. “This is no’ a good—”
She pressed her fingers to his mouth, stopping his protests. “I just want to kiss you.” She wanted to do more than that, but as he was stiff as a board beneath her, she would go easy on him. He wanted her. His actions up until now had made that very clear.
And the way he was acting right now made it very clear he was afraid.
Settling herself more securely in his lap, she rested her forearms on the back of his seat to either side of his head. Her face was only inches from his. And she couldn’t help but think again just how handsome he was. “Just a kiss, wolf.”
“Lass, why must ye torture me like this?” The words were little more than a whisper of anguish.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll get out of this car and go on about my way.”
“It’s no’ a car. It’s a Jeep, and her name is Vina.”
She blinked at him, barely suppressing a smile. “That’s your argument?”
He stared at her, his eyes roaming over her features like a male starved, and the pain that filled them tore her heart apart. “I…” He swallowed and tried again. “I…I…I do want tae kiss ye, lass. But, I—”
She shook her head, cutting him off. “No ‘buts’.” Before he could say anymore, or try to talk her out of it again, she leaned in.
The kiss was but a whisper in the dark. A secret between the two of them. Barely a taste. And it shot through her like a bolt of electricity.
Her wolf groaned low in his throat, a sound of need and frustration. “I can no’,” he told her. “Ryanne…”
Her name was a sob, torn from him like she had reached in and yanked out his heart with her bare hand. “Touch me, Duncan. It’s okay,” she whispered against his mouth when he shook his head. She increased the pressure on his mouth, licking the seam of his lips. “Touch me,” she repeated. With a nip on his bottom lip, she kissed her way across his jaw to his ear. “Touch me.” She bit his earlobe. “I want to feel your hands on me, Duncan. I want them everywhere. Please,” she begged. Gods, how she wanted his hands on her. Ryanne hadn’t realized just how much until this very moment.
He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling beneath her. But as she made her way back to his mouth, she felt his jaw tremble beneath her lips.
Ryanne paused. He wasn’t fighting her. Quite the opposite. Every sound he made encouraged her to continue exactly what she was doing. So no, he wasn’t fighting her. But he was fighting himself. And since he wouldn’t tell her why, she was just going to have to help him win the right side of the battle. “Touch me,” she said again. “It’s okay.”
As her lips moved over his, she spread her legs wider, pressing her core against him. Through the thin material of her underwear, she felt the hard seam of his jeans and rubbed against it. It felt good. But not as good as he would feel against her.
Or inside of her.
He gasped into her mouth, and then, with a growl unlike anything she’d ever heard, his hands rose from the seat. They hovered in midair, inches from her legs, until, like magnets to steel, they slammed against her body. For a moment, she was afraid he was going to throw her off of him, but then she the material tighten as his hands fisted in the skirt of her dress before spreading wide again, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh just above her thighs. He kissed her so hard she knew her lips would be bruised the next day.
Tugging at her skirt, he lifted it higher, sliding his hands beneath the loose material to her bare flesh beneath. Pulse pounding through her veins, Ryanne broke off the kiss and lifted up onto her knees so he could get it past the steering wheel. Then she felt the rough warmth of his palms on her thighs and hips and ass, pulling her close again. Hot and urgent, he branded her skin everywhere he touched.
Desire shot through her as he bucked up off the seat, meeting her halfway and crashing his hips against her. She kissed him again, unable to get enough of his mouth on hers, hanging on to his shoulders as the kiss turned into something primitive. Desperate. Filled with a need so hot and tormented she wanted to rip his clothes from him and join them together right then so he would know he wasn’t alone anymore.
Ryanne vowed to herself, right then, that this male would never be without her. She didn’t know what would happen between them after this night, or how they would both feel. But she knew he was in pain. Knew he felt lost and alone. Much like she did. And they needed each other.
With a harsh sound, he jerked his face to the side, then just as quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body, hanging onto her like she was the only stable thing in the storm raging within the interior of the Jeep.
Ryanne put her arms around his neck and hung on tight. She didn’t know what it was about him, but she felt his pain as if it were her own. Felt the same desperate need to be with him. Desire pulsed throughout her body even now—her nipples hard and sensitive, her core wet and ready to receive him.
She kissed his cheek, the side of his throat. “I’m aching for you,” she told him honestly.
He blew out a breath, fast and harsh. As though he couldn’t help himself, one hand wandered down over her hip, fingers skimming over her bare thigh toward her core.
“Yes,” she encouraged him. “Touch me. Touch me there. Feel how wet I am for you.”
“I want tae,” he whispered. His hand slid between their bodies, finding the exact spot she needed him. He growled deep as he felt between her folds and his fingers became slick with her arousal.
His big body shuddered beneath her.
Ryanne’s head fell back as he explored. Finding her entrance with two fingers, he pushed his way inside. Her muscles tightened around him, eliciting another low growl.
