Goldie [Pyrate's Treasure 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page B

thumb brushed back and forth over the skin of his hand. Then she dropped her head forward and studied the intertwined hands that rested on their lower legs between them.
    His hands were as big as the rest of him, tanned, callused, with long fingers, and no extra flesh to soften them. They were the hands of a man who worked for his living. Though she was tempted to hold tight when he pulled his right hand from her left, she released him. She watched as the hand lifted and two fingers touched just under her chin and lifted her head until she was once again looking him in the face.
    He didn’t look angry or scared. Instead, he looked intrigued, as if this was not a displeasing concept.
    “So, what you’re saying is that Fate, God, the Universe, or whatever, has destined we are a match? That unlike the rest of the world who go through partners like tissue paper, we will be together for the rest of our lives?”
    Goldie bit her bottom lip just before she nodded. That move drew his gaze, and he licked his lips in response.
    “Sounds like an interesting concept that we’ll have to explore in great depth while I’m on the island,” he said.
    He slowly leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Goldie did the same until their lips brushed together. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. She silently mouthed the word “mine” just before he tilted his head farther to the right and took the kiss deeper.
    Warm, hard lips pressed to her in a kiss she had dreamt of since she had learned about mates at the age of sixteen. When he pulled back and nipped at her full bottom lip, she sighed as her juices wet her barely there thong. When his tongue brushed across her lips seeking entrance, she parted her lips. Her tongue extended to meet him in a dance that moved back and forth from his mouth to hers.
    When kissing was not enough, when she needed more, to be closer, she released his hands and shifted, crawling into his lap and rearranging herself until her legs wrapped around his back. Her skirt pushed up her legs as his long, thick erection pressed into the center of her. She wanted to follow up on his need to strip them both bare and make love right here and now.
    Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pressed her chest into his. His arms came around her back and pulled her even tighter, until not even a slip of paper could slide between them. He lifted his head just long enough to look into her eyes and whisper, “Mine,” before closing the gap again and taking the kiss even deeper.
    Goldie’s brain shut down, her wolf straining to break free of the iron-hard control she normally held over it. When her hips began to shift up and down, his hands slid down her sides, grabbed her hips, and stilled them.
     
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    Though he wanted nothing more than to follow through on his animalistic urge to fuck this woman until they were one commingled giant puddle of goo, he pulled the last threads of his restraint together and stilled the woman who was sliding herself up and down the length of his painfully hard cock.
    Tearing his lips from hers, he dragged in a breath that did little to settle his raging hormones. “No, baby. No sex until we talk.”
    She stared at him as if she did not understand his words. Her amber eyes glowed with the same hunger that filled him.
    “But,” she started, but he shook his head.
    “While there is obviously physical attraction between us, we need to talk first.”
    With an inner strength that he did not know he possessed, he lifted her from his lap and moved her so she was once again sitting on the roof in front of him. She slowly pulled her arms and legs from around him, folding her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, as if holding herself together. She looked crushed at his rejection.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered before dropping her forehead to her knees. “I know this is probably freaking you out.”
    Before he could respond, she jumped