In a Badger Way (Honey Badger Chronicles #2) - Shelly Laurenston Page 0,78

hands in her hair and turned her head so he had better access to her mouth.

His tongue moved around hers; toying, teasing. Her body immediately responded. Her nipples getting hard. Her pussy getting wet. Just from one kiss.

The promise of that kiss alone had her lowering her hand to his crotch, her fingers searching out the zipper of his jeans. But he stopped her, pulled her hand away.

She was about to get angry. If he mentioned how young she was again, she was going to lose it!

“You threw yourself at me,” he said, moving around her. “That means I make the rules.”

“I’ve never heard that before.”

He stood behind her now, both her wrists caught in one of his big hands.

Shen leaned down and moved her hair off her ear so he could press his mouth against it and whisper, “That’s ’cause I just made it up.”

She was fine with that, especially when his free hand slowly made its way down her stomach and slid between her thighs. He pressed two fingers inside her, moving them around, finding a spot deep inside that he pressed.

Stevie started to move against his hand, but he pulled out, gliding his fingers to her clit. He took his time circling, stroking, and brushing around and across.

Her knees went weak, but Shen’s arm tightened so that she was trapped against him, unable to fall, his other hand still gripping her wrists.

As his fingers moved, his tongue did the same against her ear. Stroking the outside, teasing the inside.

Stevie pressed out her chest, but he ignored her breasts completely, which was making her nuts. She wanted his mouth on them. Or his hands. Something!

Sweat began to bead on her skin. And she could hear herself purring. Her hips were moving, trying to follow his fingers wherever they went as long as they kept stroking her clit or fucking her pussy. She didn’t care.

Shen walked forward and she didn’t even have to do anything. At this point, her feet weren’t even on the floor; they were pressed against his lower legs, her toes rubbing against the denim.

Her entire body was rubbing against him.

She felt him going down.

“Bend your knees,” he ordered gently and she did, assuming he was going to stop so he could get a blow job. She understood, though. She could feel his cock through his jeans and it was hard and ready. And, from what she’d felt . . . huge. She liked huge. Max had once called her a “size queen.”

Stevie didn’t know they were in front of one of the armchairs until Shen pushed her face down on the seat. He moved his hand away from her crotch, but only for a moment. A few seconds later, his fingers reentered her from behind, using the change in position to stroke her a little harder.

He released her wrists and brought his now-free hand back to the front of her pussy. He wet two fingers inside her and then dragged them back to her clit. He began circling and circling, while still taking her from behind.

Stevie pressed her cheek against the leather chair and let Shen work her body anyway he wanted to at the moment. Because it all felt amazing. Even though he wasn’t touching her nipples, they were against the seat. Every time Shen pushed her forward, the grain of the leather rubbed against them, exciting her even more.

Then Shen licked his way up her spine and that first orgasm took her by complete surprise. She gasped hard, her legs shaking, her hips writhing.

She came, but it was quick. A shock to her system.

Shen didn’t stop. He was too busy working her with his hands and licking her back. She felt his fangs brush against her human skin, and that set off a second wave. Another orgasm about to crash down on her. About to take her over. She couldn’t stop it. Even if she’d wanted to—and she didn’t. Because Shen wouldn’t stop. He just kept going and going until Stevie cried out into the leather cushion. Her hands reaching out and grabbing the arms of the chair, gripping them so tight she was sure she’d have to replace the whole thing. But it was the only thing grounding her, tethering her to this world as the second orgasm broke her down, left her panting and shaking.

Shen finally pulled his hands away, and she felt his absence when he moved.

She didn’t even care. She should. She should call him back and return the