lips around the sensitive peak of one breast while he stroked and squeezed and teased the other. He sucked hard. She moaned. He delivered a light love bite, careful to keep his fangs from descending. She jumped, then writhed against him and drove her fingers through his dreads. “Cliff.”
Then he trailed his lips down her stomach to the mound below.
She was already wet for him and grew wetter still when he touched his tongue to her clit. “Yes,” she moaned. He licked it, flicked it, circled and sucked it. “More.”
His cock jumped when she arched up against him and gave his hair a tug. Her breath shortened. Her heartbeat quickened. The muscles in her thighs tightened as she strained against him. He slipped a finger inside. She was so tight and wet. He added another, curling them up and stroking her at the same time he flatted his tongue against her clit and moved it so swiftly it would feel like a vibrator.
Emma stiffened. Fingers clenching in his hair, she cried out as her inner muscles clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses and she came hard.
She was still panting when Cliff withdrew his fingers and rose above her.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest. But when he settled himself between her thighs, he paused and met her gaze, asking a question with his own.
Reaching down between them, she curled her fingers around his erection and guided him to her entrance.
Yes. Cliff thrust deep inside her… and groaned. With his heightened senses, he could feel everything so much more now. And she was wonderfully tight and wet and ready for him, her inner muscles still twitching with residual ripples from her climax.
Withdrawing nearly to the crown, he drove deep again.
Emma slid her arms around him and splayed her hands on his back. “Yes,” she moaned, nails biting into his flesh and sparking a flash fire.
Again he withdrew, then thrust deep.
“More,” she begged.
And Cliff gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted. Pounding into her. Holding nothing back.
Sliding her hands down, she gripped his ass and urged him on as she arched up to meet him, thrust for thrust, breath shortening.
He groaned, drove deeper, harder, altering the angle so he could grind against her clit with every thrust.
“Yes. Cliff.” Tilting her head back, she cried out as ecstasy claimed her once more.
Her inner muscles clamped down around his hard cock, squeezing and gripping him, increasing the pleasure until an orgasm seized him and he poured his heat inside her.
Chapter Twelve
Emma fought to catch her breath as Cliff rolled them to their sides, bodies still joined.
His eyes shone bright amber as he rested his head on the pillow beside hers and stared at her as though she were the most precious thing in the world to him. Reaching up, he drew the backs of his fingers down her cheek in a caress that was so tender it brought tears to her eyes. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”
Catching his hand before he could lower it, Emma pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “You were perfect.”
The corners of his lips curled up as he rubbed noses with her. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was transformed. I was worried I might…”
She arched a brow. “Squeeze the breath out of me?”
He laughed. “Maybe.”
“It was perfect, Cliff.” She brushed his dreadlocks back from his face, relishing her ability to hold him and be this close to him after having to assiduously keep their distance for so long. “I can’t believe you’re really here with me.” In her bed. In her arms. She stroked the coarse stubble on his jaw.
“I can’t believe you were going to drop everything and run away with me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Cliff.” Her lips brushed his in a light kiss that was heavy with meaning. “I love you.”
His hold tightened. “I love you, too.” Sighing with contentment, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m so afraid I’m going to wake up and find this has all been a dream.”
She smiled. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”
“Me either. This is so much better than having to share you with a table full of coworkers.”
She laughed. “Absolutely.”
“Thank you for that, by the way.”
“For what?”
“For finding a way we could continue to have lunch together.” His forehead rocked against hers as he shook his head. “By the end of that first week, I was already falling hard for you. And when people started whispering