Page 129 of Ice Wolf
An entirely different lust for life.
Not just because I found him as attractive as I did infuriating, but also because he’d challenged my beliefs.
My sudden desire had little to do with being mates.
The thought continued to bring a maniacal laugh into my system.
Except not right now.
All I felt at this moment was complete unbridled desire. My body was on fire, my skin tingling just from being this close. No man had ever said something so heartfelt in my life. Certainly not Damien.
Selfish bastard.
I rocked on Saint’s lap, shifting back and forth across the thick bulge between his legs. His eyes were glassy yet twinkling in the passing lights.
“What are you doing, Lily flower, other than driving me crazy?”
With my arms wrapped around his neck, I kept shifting. “Anything I want.”
His nostrils flared and he shook his head slowly. “You better be careful or I’ll lose control.”
As I lowered my head, I licked my lips. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.” I didn’t wait for him to make the first move, capturing his mouth as he’d done with mine a half dozen times. I held our lips in place as he rubbed his huge hands up and down my back.
Vibrations danced through me and every nerve was standing on end. As I pushed my tongue into his mouth, he immediately sucked on it.
Saint tugged on my dress until he managed to pull the hem over my knees. Now he’d get a complete understanding of how wet he made me. My thong was soaked.
His breathing was labored and within seconds, he was growling. The sound was magnified and the quiet, shy girl should feel embarrassment since we weren’t alone.
I didn’t.
I was elated, so on fire I was fearful we’d combust.
He brushed his hands under my dress, caressing my skin with the rough pads of his fingers. A series of goosebumps poppedalong every inch of skin. The kiss continued, rough and needy, my blood pressure rising from his heated touch alone.
Everything about the moment was completely sinful, but I just didn’t care. Too bad if someone caught us. Let them publish a photograph of two people who couldn’t get enough.
I kept grinding on him and sensed I was driving him crazy. He finally pushed me back, half laughing before biting down on my bottom lip.
Shuddering, I closed my eyes as he slid his hands to my arms, tickling my skin before pushing me back into a deep arc.
With my head down, my hair touching the floorboard, I had an incredible view of the front seat. Our driver couldn’t seem to help himself, peering into the rearview mirror every few seconds. This was not in the public relations handbook, but so what? You only lived once and if Saint and his crazy ways had taught me anything, it was to stop taking everything so seriously.
Saint tugged on the bodice of my dress until he was able to free my breasts, He cupped both, exhaling for a few seconds. “You are so fucking beautiful, Lily.”
The man was all kinds of muscles and grooves that I longed to touch and lick, but that wasn’t going to happen. His scent was driving me crazy. My God, how could any man have such a raw, rich, and musky fragrance?
He swirled the tip of his tongue around one nipple while he pinched the other between his fingers. The pain was instant, a solid rush of adrenaline that added to the roaring fire. My pussy throbbed, the hard clench almost pulling me into a powerful orgasm.
His tongue was hot, his breath scorching my skin.
Panting, I rested on his legs, overwhelmed by the incredible sensations. He took his time, rubbing his lips to my other hardened bud, sucking and licking while making exaggerated sounds. The man was grandstanding again and I loved it.
Every time he twisted my nipple, stars floated in front of my eyes. Maybe this girl craved a little pain after all.
When he finally slid one arm under my waist, pulling me back into a sitting position, I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. I rose onto my knees, smiling down at him as I unfastened his belt and trousers.
The way Saint threw his arms across the back of the seat was commanding, but the expression he wore allowed me another glance at his carnal side.
