Werewolf in a Suit book 2 (Werewolf,Romance,Paranormal) Read Free Page B

began changing depths. Then he knelt higher on the grass and entered me from a higher angle, and a blaze erupted in the pit of my abdomen. Although I could feel him everywhere, I had no idea where he ended and where I began, and it was the most frustrating, exhilarating feeling in the world.
     
    The backyard was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and skin meeting skin, and the scent of grass mingled with our combined musk to create an intoxicating smell that I would forever associate with Marcus and incredible sex. I stared at his face, framed perfectly by the darkening sky above, and licked away the beads of sweat peppering his upper lip.
     
    I had no idea how long it had been since we’d fallen to the ground, but all of a sudden, Marcus gritted his teeth and began slamming into me with greater intensity than he had before. From the way the muscles in his abdomen were rippling, I knew he was close, and I pushed my hips harder into his, unwilling to be left behind. Apparently we were on the same page, since he brought one of his hands to my breast and teased my nipple, trying his best to hurry me along.
     
    I slipped my hand between our shifting bodies, brushing his taut stomach before reaching for my clit. He squeezed my breast as I pinched the engorged nub, and I closed my eyes as the fire within me roared and reached a new high. Marcus switched to my other breast and I stroked the hood of my clit, and not three seconds later, the inferno exploded and sent a blaze of pleasure rippling through my body.
     
    From a distance, I knew that Marcus was still jerking into me, his cock going deep but never staying very long, but I was too unfocused to feel anything except insane amounts of bliss. It washed over me in waves, sending my pulse rocketing to the sky and setting my lungs on fire. My pussy clenched and unclenched around Marcus, attempting to milk him dry and elicit a few aftershocks in the process.
     
    I was still floating on my post-orgasmic cloud of wonder when Marcus came to an abrupt halt, his pelvis sticking to mine as his face contorted in ecstasy. Arching my back, I shifted until my walls had his cock in a tight grasp, and a grin spread across my lips as I felt him twitch inside me; when he finally went still, Marcus chose to collapse on top of me without pulling out.
     
    We lay together in silence for a while, trying to catch our breath and waiting for our hearts to start beating normally again. I traced lazy circles into his back, shivering as his breath cooled my overheated neck. I heard crickets chirp in the background and absently wondered where they’d come from.
     
    “Am I forgiven?” Marcus asked, out of the blue, his lips moving against my skin.
     
    Confused, I blinked at the sky. “What for?” I couldn’t remember a thing he had to apologize for, not at that moment anyway.
     
    Grinning into my neck, he muttered, “Never mind.”
     
    My lips pursed as I tried to recall what it was he had done that needed my forgiveness. Five seconds later, I gave up – my brain was too fried for serious thought anyway.
    ***
     
    After spending another hour rolling around in the backyard – Marcus had a lovely little bench tucked away behind the trees, and it had been just high enough for him to bend me over without pulling a muscle – we stumbled into the house, sweaty, naked and covered in dirt. We tracked mud through the previously spotless floors, but if Marcus minded the filth, he didn’t let it show.
     
    His arms were wrapped around my waist, and as he walked me further into the house, I felt his semi-hard cock grind into the cleft of my ass. Shuddering, I twisted around, reaching for his mouth, and my fingers tangled in his hair when his tongue slid between my parted lips. The angle was awkward, and my sides were starting to ache from being stretched for so long, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn away, not just yet.
     
    Somehow, we made it into the kitchen without breaking our