Page 84 of Ice Wolf
Her entire body was trembling, but I sensed she was in full control of her senses. Or maybe she was continuing to calculate her retaliation efforts.
Our lips parted and she arched her back, still without touching me. The air was suddenly stagnant, the scent of strawberries overwhelming. Not my favorite fragrance, but with her, everything smelled good. So much so my senses were overwhelmed, my cock rocking at full attention.
She dropped her gaze briefly, the slightest hint of a smile passing over those succulent lips. As soon as she dared tease me by dragging the tip of her tongue across her bottom one, I knew in a quick flash I could lose my mind.
There was no discussion about terms, no conversation about what this would mean if anything. There was just the two of us standing in a hot, cramped shower that would soon turn lukewarm. However, the moment was perfect.
Our lips finally touched and almost immediately sparks went off all around us. I could swear they were real and in explosive neon colors. The taste of her was immediate, the searing effect as soon as she placed one hand against my chest stronger than when we’d shared passion before.
Almost instantly she moaned into the moment of intimacy and I sensed she wanted this as much if not more than I did. I longed to drag her close, to hold her against the heat of my body, but I was terrified I’d scare her away.
So I allowed her to explore, rubbing the flat of her other hand up my chest and over my shoulder. Within seconds, her grip was firm, her fingers digging into my skin. There was something sinfully relaxing about the way she was clinging to me.
When she rolled her hand to my face, another jolt of electricity escalated the hunger. The moment was unexpected, the raging desire pulsing through every vein and muscle becomingcataclysmic. Her full breasts, so bare and firm were pressed against me. She even took a slight step forward, sealing her fate.
There would be no possibility of controlling my needs much longer. Maybe she was testing me, pushing my boundaries. Maybe she was swept up in the lure of our relationship, but I was determined to believe she was in the throes of the type of passion only the two of us could share.
I thrust my tongue inside, tasting every inch of her sweet mouth. She responded in kind, sweeping her tongue back and forth across mine. She made a low and throaty sound, which pushed a slight growl from my chest.
As she sucked on my bottom lip, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven. She had no intention of stopping, wrapping one arm around my waist and caressing my back.
I was hard as a rock, my cock tightly pressed against the base of her stomach. It didn’t matter that she was inches shorter than me or that I was supposed to respect our professional relationship. Nothing did but the longing to drive my cock deep inside.
Lily seemed to sense the urgency, breaking the kiss and pulling back so the water cascaded across her face once again. The twinkle in her eyes was surreal and I wondered if she noticed my wolf was close to the surface.
If so, she didn’t seem to mind, her touches continuing to sear my skin.
I pulled her away from the wall, turning and sliding her against the one opposite the shower curtain. She’d yet to blink, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. Her breathing remainedirregular and the moment I slid my hands under her bottom, lifting her into my arms, she pursed her lips together.
With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I pressed the tip just inside and she pushed her head against the shower wall.
With her eyes now glassing over, she said two words. Once she did, I hoped she knew there was no going back.
This wasn’t just about sharing an intimate moment, fulfilling an agonizing need.
This was about the creation of forever.
CHAPTER 21
Lily
I wasn’t foolish enough to think this meant anything, yet the moment Saint had adhered to my demand and left the bathroom, I’d felt an intense sense of loss. It was the strangest feeling I’d had in all my years of dating.
I’d missed guys before. I’d even thought about them during lonely nights or while watching some catchy chick flick. But this was something entirely different. A need that couldn’t be controlled. A feeling of chaos occurring inside my body.
Saint took rapid breaths as he peered down at me, his cock pressed halfway inside. He was so huge, large enough my pussy was already aching. But I was at the point of begging him to hurry, to drive his shaft in or I’d lose all sense of being.
Forget about common sense or rationality.
They’d been chucked the moment he’d invaded my space without his shirt.
“Fuck me,” I whispered again and he grinned as only he could do, highlighting his dimples and the wild look of his shaggy hair. And I’d be damned if the once clean-shaven face he’d had while playing the game didn’t reflect what on most men would be three days’ worth of stubble.
I also hadn’t noticed before, but he had hair on his chest. Not enough to be considered bushy, but enough that when I ran my fingers through the coarse strands, I had a little thrill. The rush of excitement was like a drug, the flow of adrenaline something I couldn’t describe.
He thrust his hips forward, driving the remainder of his thick cock inside and I opened my mouth, fearful I would scream. Holy cow, no man should be this well-endowed. Much like his good looks. He was blessed by some god to look like a god. No fair. How was I supposed to resist someone who looked like him? Let alone the way he created ripples of current.
I’d never felt this close or attracted to any man. I was so drawn to him I couldn’t breathe. Hunger exploded across the surface, digging into every private place. I was completely thrown by the intensity of my emotions as well. This was just about hot sex, not a relationship in the making. Call it fiancés with benefits, but within a few weeks, we’d return to our old lives.
