Joy to the Wolves (Red Wolf #1) - Terry Spear Page 0,63
her, showing just what he had for her, rubbing his aroused scent on her. The slow, seductive moves were meant to stir her need for completion, his cock rubbing against her mons. She softly moaned while experiencing the delectable sensation.
“Man, oh man,” he murmured against her neck, nuzzling and licking her skin, making her shiver with need.
He slid his fingers down her pajama bottoms, through her curly hairs, moving so slowly she was throbbing with anticipation. And then his fingers touched the center of her, feeling her wetness, and he smiled. Yeah, he did that to her. He grabbed the waistband of her tiger pajama bottoms and pulled them down until she could kick them off the rest of the way.
Brooke’s body thrummed with sexual need as she pulled Josh closer, her eyes and mouth pleading with him for another kiss. To take a chance. To prove this wasn’t rebound for him and it wouldn’t be just another case of a disappointing relationship for her.
His dark eyes were already swimming with lust when he leaned over and kissed her mouth again, his breathing heavy, his heartbeat—and hers—pounding away. The kiss morphed from gentle to hot and passionate within seconds. She wet her lips, touched her tongue to his, and he devoured her. Their mouths melded, an intimate contact that made her even wetter with want.
His beautiful eyes closed, his lashes thick and black, he turned his head slightly so he could kiss her cheek and then the other. Then he was kissing her mouth again, parting her lips with his tongue, dueling with her. He tasted of pinot noir grape, not heavy or strong, but of cherry and dark fruits, crisp and lush. His masculine heat warmed her as he pressed his body against hers, rubbing his arousal against her mound, stirring the craving to come.
He groaned, the sound deep and guttural, telling her how much this was killing him too. The wanting, the waiting, the seeking of fulfillment between two wolves of a similar mind. She wanted his full cock thrusting deep inside her. And to be wrapped up in his arms like she enfolded him in hers. To have their naked skin sliding against each other, the friction upping the sexual tension. To feel the heat escalate from sizzling to an inferno.
The exquisite pleasure she felt in being with him was like no other time she’d been with anyone else.
His hand trailed along her breastbone, moving to a breast, cupping it, molding his large, capable hand over it, and gently massaging. She absorbed the feel of his comforting and sensual touch while she stroked his sides, enjoying the hard muscle and the silkiness of his skin. His animal magnetism drew her in, bumping up her pheromones. Hers kicked his into a tailspin.
Their hearts were beating hard, their breathing shallow as he leaned down to lick the nipple of the other breast.
She sucked in her breath when his warm, wet tongue touched her sensitive, peaked nipple. Reveling in the feel of his strokes on her nipple, she arched against his cock. He switched the attention of his tongue and mouth to hers. Leaving a trail of heat in their wake, his fingers swept down her waist, targeting her nubbin as he moved to the side of her.
She hated losing the heat and weight of him pressing against her body when he moved off her. Until he began stroking her between her legs.
And then she was lost in the magic of his touch, the feel of his mouth against hers, his tongue plunging between her lips, and his fingers plying her feminine nub with strokes meant to bring her to climax. The peaks of the mountains were calling to her—the climb well worth the sweet tension drawing her forth. And then she gave in to the feelings sweeping over her. The sensory assault pushed her to the edge. And over.
She cried out with exultation, feeling spent and glorious, basking in his warmth and wonderful ministrations. For the longest time, it seemed to her, she lay there, glorying in his touch while he continued to caress her skin, her tummy, her breasts, her arms as if he loved every blessed inch of her and couldn’t get enough of touching her, just as she couldn’t stop touching him.
Smiling up at him, she reached for him, pulled him close, and kissed his mouth. He rubbed his cock against her and kissed her mouth just as greedily.