on soft bedding. He almost tore off his clothes and helped her get rid of hers.
His tongue and lips devoured her like he was starving. The cool, damp trail provided her temporary relief from the burning inside her. She inhaled deeply, dragging in his spicy scent. It made her want to turn the tables and feast on him for a change. She attempted to flip him over, but he was having none of it. His mouth traveled lower.
“Please. Let me…” she begged.
He lifted his head and he was panting.
Knowing she could turn this civilized man into a primitive beast was such a turn-on. She ran her hand over his sculpted shoulder and attempted to squeeze his solid bicep.
“I need to give you pleasure too.”
He licked his lips. “Your response gives me pleasure.” His voice sounded ragged, barely contained.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, opening her to him fully. He lapped her folds from bottom to top. Each time he grazed her clit, she jumped as if an electric shock zipped through her. Her core body temperature grew white hot.
“Nick…Nick…” She couldn’t even tell him what she was begging for. She just needed more, had to have it.
At last, he concentrated on her sweet spot. Suddenly, a white light exploded behind the back of her eyes. Her breath converted into a blast of air, followed by a scream of release. Ripples of bliss radiated from her core to every nerve ending. Her thighs shook as if she were lying on the epicenter of an earthquake.
She wanted to weep, she felt so good.
At last, he let her legs drop and crawled up next to her with a satisfied smile on his face. He touched his lips to her forehead tenderly, then grabbed something from his bedside table. The rip of foil told her what it was. He applied the condom, then positioned himself between her legs.
He eased himself into her and she closed her eyes to concentrate on the wonderful invasion. Nick buried his hard cock to the hilt.
He began his rocking motion and she rose to meet him. She sighed out loud, feeling somehow more complete than she had moments before.
“So tight…” he ground out, as if forcing the words. “Won’t last long.” He slowed.
She slapped his butt. “Don’t you dare stop!”
He chuckled. “Wasn’t going to.” He continued to thrust and withdraw, while gazing into her eyes.
It was the most intimate she had ever felt with another human being. This is what all the love songs were about. Every sonnet she had to read in high school suddenly made sense.
“Am I hurting you?”
“God, no.” She wondered what would make him ask. It must be the expression on her face. She was experiencing so much pleasure, it overwhelmed her.
“I’m crazy about you, Brandee.”
“I-I…”
He closed his eyes, dropped his head, and sped up his rhythm. She couldn’t see his face but felt his concentration. Before long, a sheen of sweat formed on his body. Her fingers glided over him and he let out a sound almost like a whimper.
Whatever was happening to him, it was at least as profound as her reaction to this coupling.
Shock registered as she realized he was biting her neck. Hard. “Ow!” He let go, stilled inside her, and arched. As he jerked with his release, he howled at the ceiling. Actually howled.
A few moments later, he collapsed beside her and gathered her to him. He was trembling.
“Nick, what the heck just happened?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Instinct took over and I…”
Brandee fought her way out of his grasp and propped herself up on her elbow. She touched the aching spot on her neck and it stung. When she checked her fingers, she saw a small smear of blood. “You drew blood? Nick, what the…”
“It will never happen again. I promise.”
“I-I can’t believe it happened in the first place.” She rolled up to sit on the edge of the bed and searched for her panties in the pile of clothes.
“Don’t go.” He was on his knees in front of her before she realized he had moved.
“I wasn’t going to leave. I just feel like I need a minute. Some emotional breathing room.”
“Okay.” He handed her clothes to her and dressed himself quickly. “I have something to tell you. Something major.”
Crap. Now what? “Will I need another glass of wine?”
“Probably.”
Chapter 14
Nick had hoped his impulsive bite would bring on telepathic communication. If it did, he’d have proof positive that Brandee was his mate. Since it didn’t, he was