Joy to the Wolves (Red Wolf #1) - Terry Spear Page 0,91
didn’t need any music to make their own dance steps. Then he was back to business and sliding his hands down her waist until he reached her skirt. Once he’d unbuttoned the wool plaid skirt, he slid it down her legs and helped her out of it.
She worked on removing his trousers so that he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, straining with his aroused package, and she was wearing just her red panties. Sliding his hands down the backside of her panties, he cupped her naked bottom. She reciprocated, slipping her hands beneath his waistband and squeezing his muscular ass. She sure wished she could be that firm.
He was kissing her, his hands still on her ass, and she was kissing him back, his erection straining in his boxer briefs against her waist as they moved against each other, and then they were on the bed, her on her back, him between her legs, ready to make love to each other—all the way.
He kneaded her shoulders, his mouth on hers, the warmth spreading through her muscles, through her body. His hands and lips felt heavenly on her. She couldn’t have found a better mate for herself than him.
She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the silky texture, breathed in his heavenly scent, the scent of male and wolf and her orange citrus body wash.
It felt natural being with him like this. His mouth again on hers, kissing, making her light-headed, her pulse sounding in her ears. She kissed him back, hot, tantalizing, pure chemistry. He was the meaning of life for her, the treasure she hadn’t been searching for but had found. The only one she truly needed.
She realized once he had come into her life that she was no longer thinking of selling the shop in three years. She wanted to do this with him, as long as he wanted to. She wanted to find the treasures on her great-aunt’s treasure list—and share in the fun with him.
And this? This was all part of the fun. Being with him, glorying in the passion between them. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth, and they kissed again, their tongues dancing together, the sensory assault melting her all the way to the tips of her toes.
With a roughened voice, Josh said, “I love you.” He nuzzled her neck with his mouth in a seductive way, the tease of his warm lips stirring her blood.
“I love you back, you hunk of a wolf.” Her voice was just as rough and needy, and she kissed his stubbly chin.
She loved the flex of his muscles against her as he moved his mouth to her breasts. He was such a wolf. Hot need filled her with urgency. Raw passion. Wolfish possessiveness.
He slid his hand down her belly, down through her curly hairs, and separated her feminine lips, then began to stroke her nub. His mouth recaptured hers, and she eagerly met his kiss.
She moaned with his strokes and arched her back. “Oh yes,” she let out in a husky whisper.
He picked up the strokes, slid a finger and then a second one inside her, and caressed and twisted, making her want to scream out in ecstasy. Then the climax hit her, the ripples running through her. “Oh God, yes. You are the wolf for me.”
He smiled and removed his fingers, licked her mouth, and spread her legs further. Then he entered her, his hard, full length filling her. Her body welcomed him, received him as part of her, just like she was part of him. Wolves mated for all time.
She couldn’t have been happier than to enjoy the joining with her mate, the love between them just the beginning.
He continued to thrust, his arms resting on the bed beside her, his hands cupping her head, his eyes filled with lust as he leaned in to kiss her again. She loved him.
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Beautiful, mysterious, tantalizing, and all his, Josh thought as he plunged his cock into Brooke, glorying in her wet heat, their pheromones dancing with each other. She arched her sweet, curvy body against him, propelling him deeper, brought her legs up around his hips and bucked. She squeezed his ass, sending another volley of heat straight through him. He thrust faster and harder. He slid his hands under her buttocks and pulled her tighter. He gave her a hard-fast kiss before he resumed his thrusts.
Then she gasped, and he felt her second orgasm hit hard, caressing his cock. He