Sentinel - Cyndi Friberg Page 0,11
cock hardened and his balls ached preparing for a joining he wasn’t yet ready to instigate. This was meant to be a declaration, the start of a long and gradual campaign. But consuming desire burned away his good intentions. He wanted his mate and he wanted her now. He pulled her against him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Not wanting anything to distract from their passionate kiss, he picked her up and turned around, pressing her back against the windows of the living room.
No longer concerned about possible danger, he abandoned himself to the kiss. Their lips pressed and parted, tongues sliding over and around each other. Her muffled groan and the subtle rocking of her hips assured him that this was affecting her just as strongly as it was him.
Soulmate. His being whispered, but his mind was too muddled to accept the significance. All he knew was he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything. He wrapped one arm securely around her hips and pulled her away from the wall.
Unable to stop kissing her, he carried her back inside and placed her on the thick area rug in front of the fireplace. He spread out beside her, resting on his side. She stared up at him with wide, luminous eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Desire smoldered in her dark gaze, but he saw uncertainty there too. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she said immediately. “God, no.” Then she pressed her hands to his face and pulled him down for more intoxicating kisses.
Like a spark landing in a pile of tinder, his desire ignited again. He pushed one arm beneath her neck and rested the other hand on her belly. She tensed for an instant, then sighed into his mouth. He had not planned to share pleasure with her this quickly, had wanted to spend time with her and allow her to become more comfortable with him. But she responded eagerly, quieting his concerns as quickly as they formed.
She arched her back and pushed her fingers into his hair. The motion created a tantalizing gap between her blouse and the waistband of her skirt. Almost of their own volition his fingers sneaked beneath the material and explored her silky skin. She moaned, rolling slightly toward him.
He ascended slowly, giving her plenty of time to object. She continued to kiss him as she ran her fingers through his hair. He gently cupped her breast, half convinced she would shove his hand away. Instead, she released his hair and quickly unfastened the front of her blouse. The invitation was obvious though she waited for him to take the next step. More than happy to oblige, he parted the material and gazed down at her. Her breasts were round and lovely, crowned with light brown nipples.
“We should stop,” he whispered as he lowered his head and took one soft peak between his lips.
“If you’re not ready for this, we should stop. But I sure as hell don’t want to.”
Gentle amusement rippled through her tone and he looked up. She smiled, gaze passion bright, lips already kiss swollen. He took her hand and pressed it against the hardness in the front of his pants. “Does this feel ready to you?”
Her fingers squeezed gently, then she stroked him from base to tip. “I’m not sure.” She reached for the fastenings on his pants. “I need a closer look.”
If she touched him right now he’d lose control and he wanted this to last. “Not yet,” he growled, catching her wrists and drawing her arms over her head. He shifted her wrists to one hand and reclaimed her mouth in a feverish kiss. His tongue delved deeply while his free hand explored. Her textures fascinated him almost as much as her ready response to his caresses. He desperately wanted to be inside her, but he also wanted to play.
He worked her nipples into tight little peaks as his mouth devoured hers. She tugged against his hold, but it was obvious she didn’t want to escape. He kissed his way down the side of her neck anxious for another taste of the sensitive buds his fingers were enjoying. He captured one knot with his lips, sucking firmly as she moaned and squirmed. Her scent grew stronger and more evocative as her arousal increased. Need surged inside him making his balls tingle and his shaft buck against the confines of his pants.
Determined to move them closer to that goal, he drew