hours.”
Cody followed her up to her bedroom and took her into his arms as they tumbled into bed. He undressed her gently, not demanding anything more than her compliance as he got her naked and then tucked her under the covers, held in his arms. Cassandra might have been a little disappointed that they didn’t make love, but the events of the night had taken all of her energy, and she drifted off before she could think too much about it.
She woke, hours later. It was still dark outside her window, and Cody was doing delicious, naughty things to her body under the covers. She wrestled the white sheets down, so she could see his head, and he was grinning up at her from where he’d been nibbling on her breasts.
“Good morning,” he said, a devilish smile on his handsome face. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” she whispered as his fingers found her clit and began a circular motion that made her want to move her hips in counterpoint. “Much better.”
“I’m going to go back to the bunkhouse before anybody else wakes up, but I figured we had time for a quickie,” he told her. “That is, if you’re willing.”
She gasped as he hit a particularly exciting spot. “Ready, willing and able,” she managed to say, her words breathy and wanton. “I don’t want to wait, Cody. Don’t make me wait.”
He growled, and she could hear the edge of his inner wolf in it. Damn. Sexy.
Maybe it was the dramatic events of the night before. Maybe it was Cody being the sexiest man she’d ever known. Whatever the reason, she was primed and ready in no time flat, clawing at his shoulders, begging him to come into her and make her scream with pleasure.
She needed it after all she’d experienced just hours before. Something earthy and grounding. Something real and passionate. Something fiery between herself and the man she’d come to admire and respect as Cody Tyler. C.T. Billings. Werewolf. Whatever. To her, in that moment, he was simply the man who had given her the greatest pleasure she’d ever known. Repeatedly.
She wanted that again.
Cody was wild over her. There wasn’t time for finesse. No room for games or fetishes. It was just them. Real. Together. No masks. Nothing hidden.
Cody made love to her like a tiger, she thought, laughing at the image. He was wild and ravenous. Then again, so was she.
Cassandra tackled him, rolling so that he was under her as she took full advantage of her position to take him inside with few preliminaries. She had meant what she’d said. The time for waiting was over. She needed him desperately. Now.
He grabbed her ass as she took him deep, learning to ride her cowboy in the way that suited them both. Hard, deep, fast and slow, staggering the rhythm because her body was on the razor’s edge of a release so great it might just blow her away.
When ecstasy struck, it shook her entire body, her entire spirit. She was flying, moving at the heart of a whirlwind with Cody the only thing to cling to, the only thing grounding her and keeping her from flying away completely. When her head cleared, she realized he’d rolled them so that she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, still joined intimately.
He took over, driving her higher and higher still, when she hadn’t thought there was anything left inside her. He showed her more. Hard, fast, vigorous thrusts taught her how wrong she’d been as he brought her passions to a boiling point yet again.
This time, when she climaxed in an unknown realm of bliss, Cody was right there with her, holding her, their bodies shaking in the grip of ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever known before. He held her throughout and she clung to him. He was real. Man or werewolf, what did it matter? She was well and truly hooked on him, at this point, and she knew, deep in her heart, she could never walk away from him, no matter what.
“I accept you, Cody,” she whispered, unable to keep her discovery to herself. “I accept your wolf side, your man side, and everything in between.”
He growled then, and lifted his head to he could meet her gaze. “You’re my mate, Cassie. I’ve been dying to tell you. To claim you. But I was so afraid you wouldn’t be able to deal with…well…with everything.” He kissed her gently, his eyes full of a special kind of joy. “Mating