The Cougar and the Wolf Read Free Page B

trickled from his lips, the sound heard more than felt through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her hands curled around his wrists as he slowly lowered her, sliding her down his solid body. She bit back her whimper as excitement sizzled through her veins at the contact. He was hard all the way down. Solid lines and plains of muscle that didn’t give as her curves pressed against him.
    The whimper broke free as they came face to face, her feet still off the ground, and the rigid length of his cock pressed into her soft belly. He was hard there too, and huge. Thicker than an iron bar, he could easily double as a damn flagpole. Jesus H Christ. Would it even fit?
    “You’re killing me here, Red.” He leaned down as he set her on her feet, his lips brushing against hers but not quite making contact. As though he were asking permission to kiss her…
    “Oh grandma, what big teeth you have,” she whispered, reaching up on tiptoe to press her lips against his.
    He chuckled, the sound degenerating into a growl. Or a purr. She couldn’t quite work out which, but then his mouth crashed down on hers. His kiss was wild and feral. Demand and claim written into it instead of gentle exploration. His warm, firm lips covered hers, nipped and caressed as he prised them open and drove inside.
    She gasped at the intimate invasion, clutching at his muscled upper arms as he drove his hands into her hair and drank from her lips. He kissed her like a starving man with a banquet laid in front of him, his tongue twining and stroking along hers before flicking at the roof of her mouth, exploring with brutal thoroughness and leaving her weak at the knees. All she could do was cling to him, the depth of her response shocking her as she tried to crowd closer. She needed to touch him, stroke him, feel his skin against hers.
    Breathing ragged, she broke away, groaning as he simply carried on, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Rough hands pulled her shirt free of her jeans. She whimpered as big, callused palms stroked along her skin beneath it. How was she supposed to think when he did that?
    “Somewhere more…private?” she whispered, not sure whether it was a suggestion or a plea, the words surprising her even as they left her lips. She’d never been one for one-night stands; she’d always preferred to get to know her lovers first. To build up to the final intimacy of sleeping with them for the first time. But this was different. She’d never felt lust and need so strong and all consuming. His touch lit a fire deep within her, a thirst for more that she couldn’t ignore, couldn’t quench. She needed…no, she ached for him to touch her. More. All over. And she wanted to do the same to him.
    He paused for a second, his lips against the spot between her neck and her shoulder that drove her crazy. Idly, he grazed it with his teeth, the small danger punching arousal through her body again. A were’s bite was dangerous, wasn’t it? Could it turn her into the same sort of creature as he was?
    He did it again and her knees buckled, forcing her to clutch at his shoulders for balance. She needn’t have worried; his arms held her safe, secure in his embrace. Suddenly the danger was the furthest thing from her mind. She didn’t care if he turned her into a rabid bear the size of a barn, as long as he kept doing that.
    “Yeah, there’s a couch in the office. Looks like Marty went home already.” He nipped her neck again and rumbled in approval as she gasped and sagged against him, soothing the small hurt with a soft brush of his tongue. She shivered all the way down to her toes. “You sure…?”
    She’d never been more sure of anything in her life, but she fell in love with him a little there and then for not assuming they were going all the way. An honourable man all wrapped up in a body made for sin. Yeah, her little road trip was turning out well.
    “I’m sure. Very sure.”
    She couldn’t believe that was her