Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,41
He grasped her face, angled her head for his attack, and kissed her neck with greed. Each lick, bite and swirl of his tongue made her shiver.
With the intensity he exuded, and the feeling of his thick erection beneath her, a thought emerged. One she thought too important not to mention. No matter how much she didn’t want to interrupt this moment, she had no other choice. If she said nothing, judging by how big he felt against her, she’d regret it. “Kyden, I’ve…never…”
He nibbled her ear, his voice a throaty growl. “You’ve never what?”
She opened her mouth, twice, but every time she tried to speak, nothing came out. Who’d ever heard of a twenty-five year old virgin? It’s not that she didn’t want to, or had been saving herself. It was all her adoptive mother, Gloria’s fault. Her mother didn’t raise a fool and Nexi’s exes never measured up.
Any time she got close enough to go there was the time she ended the relationship. Besides, she hated telling Kyden of her virginal status, because it made her look so inexperienced compared to him. And it wasn’t like she was angel. She’d done things—lots of things—just not that thing.
Running his hands down her back, he settled them over her bottom where he squeezed, then shifted her hips. She tensed, feeling a certain hard part of him, which was all too close to the part of her she needed to discuss.
She gulped. “Um…”
He backed away from her neck, lowering his head to the mattress, but he didn’t remove his hands, nor did he stop shifting her hips.
Flickers of pleasure made speaking difficult, and she muttered, “You’re going to have to stop that if you want me to talk.”
He chuckled, and released his grip. “What’s the problem?”
She watched him cross his arms behind his head to rest on the white duvet, and the position didn’t make this discussion any easier. He looked simply irresistible lying there beneath her, as she did a full sweep of all those sexy muscles. “Well…you see…”
His brow drew together with his frown. “I’ve never once seen you unable to say what’s on your mind, so out with it.”
Horrified to her bones, she inhaled a deep breath, catching that delectable scent of him, which didn’t help her resolve. Another long awkward moment passed as she watched Kyden, and he studied her right back. She finally dropped her head against his chest, nearly dying on the spot. “I can’t say this aloud.”
He tensed beneath her, before he cupped her cheeks and raised her head. He held her stare, his expression twisted in confusion. That’s how they remained for a good few seconds, before slowly, his eyes widened. “Are you a virgin?”
She scrunched her nose, and all she could do was nod.
His mouth curved. “Did you think this would bother me?”
“I have no idea,” she admitted. “Right now, I’m too mortified to think it over.”
He chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
Before she could say it was too late for that, he kissed her with enough passion to send quivers in the places they discussed.
He flipped positions, settling himself between her thighs. “Trust me, this news makes me happy.” He swirled his hips, connecting with her in a way that made her breath hitch. “Of course, it changes things some, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun tonight.”
He didn’t give her the chance to argue she wasn’t that innocent and that she did, in fact, want him. He dove back in to steal her mouth, giving her a hard, possessive kiss that spoke volumes as to how he felt on the matter.
Caveman Kyden enjoyed that she’d never been with another man.
He broke the kiss, travelling along her jaw, and the swirl of his hips had her back arching. “If you’re ever uncomfortable and think I’m going too fast,” He lifted his head and gave her a hard look. “You’re to tell me to stop.” Then he was off her and latched onto her hands, forcing her to stand.
“But Kyden…”
He arched an eyebrow, silencing her, and unclipped her kilt, letting it fall to the floor. Her knees weakened as he ran his hands over her back, sending trickles of desire racing through her. With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra and pulled the straps gingerly down her arms, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
Running his hands along the curve of her hips, he slid his fingers beneath the rim of her shorts. She froze, as she watched him kneel. He