Oh, God. How. When. How hard. Her entire body tingled with anticipation. She’d never wanted anything as desperately as she wanted him. “I’m not very…experienced. Show me.”
Jesus! Conner couldn’t believe such innocence and allure existed in one woman. Her body and her eyes spoke volumes of her need, her desire. Signals no man would be able to miss. Yet she spoke of inexperience, requesting he show her what to do.
She was every man’s dream. A willing woman, sexy as hell, asking to be taught. Goddamn that was hot.
But he had to make sure she really wanted this. After what she’d been through tonight, the last thing he’d do is take advantage of her.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Her lips curved into a smile that made his cock jerk against his pants.
“I choose who makes love to me, Conner. And I want you.”
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He didn’t need any more assurances. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her onto his lap.
God. He’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing panties. Just his T-shirt. Her body was warm, inviting, pliable as she relaxed against him and laid her head on his shoulder.
Her hot cunt settled over his jean-clad shaft and he almost came right then. Her moisture soaked through the denim, hot, musky, the scent of her filling the room and signaling her desire.
She felt so damn good in his arms. He wanted to tear the T-shirt off and lick her entire body, putting his scent, his mark all over her. He wanted to come inside herpussy. Deep and hard.
Don’t rush. Katya needs this slow and easy.
He had to rein in his lust. It might kill him,but he’d do it.
Cradling her in his arms like this made him feel protective. And possessive. She
trusted him. Considering what she’d been through tonight, that was one amazing gift.
She wanted him to erase Peter’s touch from her memories. He’d damn well do that.
The only memories he wanted Katya to have were of him. His body on her, in her, taking possession of her.
Fuck. Too intense. Slow down. Think sex, not mating.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Her hair was still damp and drapedover his arm like black silk. Her eyes were liquid, shimmering in the dim light of theroom, dilated with desire. Her lips parted, her tongue swiping over the bottom.
Too late. No way in hell was he going back now.
With a groan he pulled her up and took her mouth, trying desperately to leash hispassion. Damn, it was difficult to hold back, especially when she whimpered and wrapped her arm around his neck, sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling himcloser. Her passion overwhelmed him. Unexpected, tenuous, yet still fervent as shepressed more fully against his chest, her hip massaging his aching cock.
The taste of her was as intoxicating as the flavor of the brandy that clung to her lips
and tongue. He licked her tongue, shuddering at the hot sparks of pleasure that shot between his legs. Rocking his shaft against her hip, he mentally cursed the fact that he still wore clothes. He needed to feel his flesh against hers, needed her wet, steaming hot cunt squeezing his cock.
Concentrating on her pleasure, he skirted his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, loving the buttery soft feel of her skin. Careful not to move too fast, he stroked her hip, kneading her flesh, timing his movements to her reactions. She arched against him, her legs parting as she shifted again.
His cock was going to explode soon if she kept whimpering like that. Her need spurred him on and he lifted the T-shirt, exposing more of her upper thighs and the beautiful treasure between them.
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Her mound had a thatch of soft black curls, her pussy lips smooth. The bud of her clit peeked out of its protective hood, begging for his mouth. Moisture glistened alongher slit, signaling her readiness for him.
Christ almighty it was hard to hold back.
Katya was lost in a whirlwind of sensations almost too arousing to bear. She’d never felt like this before. So out of control, so desperate for release. Even when she’d released the pressure building inside her with her own hand, she’d never been worked into such a frenzy.
Conner’s scent filled her, drove her arousal with his clean, earthy smell. His hard cock pressing against her hip sent her mind into visions of what it would be like to feelhim inside her. Tingling sparks of agonizing pleasure thrummed her clit. Her sex poured juices of need between her thighs as her mind conjured up muddled visions of Conner between her legs, touching her, tasting her, fucking her. Her womb quiveredjust thinking about what it would be like to take his cock in her hands, examine it, run her fingers over the shaft and lick his essence from the tip.
The urge was strong. Too strong to deny this time.
Something in her mind told her to stop, that she was about to make an irrevocablechoice, but she pushed it aside, tired of always doing what was right.
If this was wrong, then it was wrong. But it was what she wanted, what she needed.
Desperate for mating, she sat up and turned so that she faced him. She touched every inch of his body, her hands roaming over broad shoulders and muscled arms, settling along his chest. Resting her palm against his heart, she smiled at the racing beat. When he responded with a groan, she investigated further, flicking her fingers over a distended nipple. He sucked in a swift breath. Katya hoped her brandy-soaked mind could commit these sensations to memory.
“I need to feel my skin against yours,” he said, his voice rough, intense.
Before she could respond, he lifted the shirt up and over her breasts, tugging it over her head and casting it to the floor.
The way he looked at her was like a shot of pure fire, his gaze burning over every inch of her naked body. She shifted and moved off him, her fingers fumbling over the buttons of his shirt.
Damn brandy. She could barely focus on those tiny little buttons.
Conner brushed her hands aside and quickly unsheathed the buttons, then pulled the shirt off. He stood and reached for the zipper of his jeans. Her gaze targeted hiscrotch and the outline of his erection pressed against the tight denim.
It looked big. Really big. She swallowed and reached for her glass, taking a long drink of the remaining amber liquid, hoping to moisten her suddenly dry throat.
His fingers poised at the zipper, his gaze raking her body. She could have sworn she saw his cock leap against his jeans.
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Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he drew the zipper down, revealing a line of dark, fuzzy hair that disappeared inside the denim. Her next breath shuddered as he pushed the jeans over his hips and slid them to the floor.
His cock sprang up. A wide, mushroom-shaped head led to a thick shaft that made her mouth water. His cock was lined with veins and ridges she wanted to explore with her hands, her mouth. What did he feel like? Hard, soft? The tip looked like velvet. How would it feel inside her?
No, she didn’t need another drink this time. She needed to feel that cock buried
inside her.
“Keep looking at me like that and my promise to take this slow is going to disappear.”
She dragged her gaze away from his cock and to his face. “I don’t want to take this slow. I want you inside me, Conner.”
The golden green glow of his eyes turned feral, his power evident in the corded muscles of his arms. He reached for her, but despite the fierce draw of his features, was surprisingly gentle. He swooped her into his arms and headed back toward the bedroom.
Blood greeted them. On the sheets, the floor, everywhere.
Visions of Peter’s attack came back to her, her anger rising quickly. She felt no fear after what happened, but she was damned pissed off that he had tried to take what shehad never offered him.
No. She didn’t want to feel anger right now. Not when Conner had stretched her out on a blissful rack of pleasure and anticipation. She pushed thoughts of Peter aside, concentrating instead on the naked man holding her in his arms as if she weighed nothing.
“Shit,” he muttered, then pulled the blanket off the floor, tossed it over her and stepped through the French doors leading to her patio.
Cold night air swept across her cheeks. She shivered and Conner pulled her closer, heading swiftly toward his cottage. He pushed the door open and headed straight for his bedroom, depositing her on the coverlet and dragging her blanket away. She scooted up to the pillows and laid back, content to watch the way he moved. Graceful,yet with a barely leashed power she found incredibly erotic. His body was a work of art. She could spend hours just examining the hair sprinkled across his chest and thentesting the strength of his broad shoulders.
He was much more than she could have ever expected. There was so much to learn about a man’s body. How his skin felt so different than hers, his muscles more pronounced than hers. His scent was unlike anything she’d ever picked up before, andshe’d been present during mating rituals, had seen and smelled lupine men.
Nothing could have prepared her for this. Her reaction was different, because Conner was
her
man.
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At least tonight.
Funny the things one thought about when enveloped in a haze of brandy.
Conner settled on the bed next to her, dragging her onto her side to face him.
“Put your leg over my hip,” he commanded.
She lifted her leg and slung it over him, putting her pussy in direct contact with hisshaft. Instinctively she rubbed against his cock, dragging her clit against his hard flesh and crying out with the agonizing pleasure.
Conner kissed her, taking her mouth insistently, savagely, no longer holding backas he ravaged her tongue, sucking it between his teeth, sending her spiraling into oblivion. She inched closer and once again rocked her sex against his shaft, moisteningit with the flood of her juices.
“Goddamn, Katya. You’re so wet.” He reached between them, stroking her clit and aligning his cock head between her pussy lips. He teased her, swirling his thumb over the distended bud.
“Oh, God, Conner, I need to come so badly. Please help me.” She knew she muttered incoherently, hardly able to put two words together, but she was in desperate need of release. His skin was flame, his mouth an erotic inferno coaxing her response.
“I know exactly what you need, baby,” he answered. “Just be patient.”
How could she be patient when she wanted him inside her right now?
But he flipped her over onto her back and parted her legs with his knees, placing his palms on either side of her shoulders. He dipped down and dragged his tongue over one nipple. She shrieked and arched her back, feeding him her breast.
He growled and took it greedily, sucking the nipple into his mouth, lapping until she whimpered, begging him to fuck her, to ease the torment raging through her body.
But he didn’t. Instead, he tortured the other nipple, sucking, licking, biting it with gentle nibbles. She shook her head from side to side and pleaded for release.
Completion hovered close, her pussy quaking with need, and yet he didn’t fuck her! “Dammit, Conner! Please.”
“Not yet. I have to make sure you’re ready.”
How much more ready was she going to get? If he kept tormenting her like this
she’d pass out.
Or kill him.
But he slipped down between her legs, his hot breath caressing her thigh.
“Oh, God,” she said as she looked down to see him smiling up at her. Unable to tearher gaze away, she watched his tongue flick out and lick the length of her.
Hot, unbridled lightning spiraled through her sex, tremors quaking deep within herbelly. He licked again, swirling his tongue in circles around her clit, then covering thebud with his lips and sucking.
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She splintered apart, crying out as her climax soared through every part of her, leaving her trembling. Conner held onto her hips and slid his tongue inside her cunt to lap up every drop.
Before she could completely recover, he crawled up and entwined his fingers with hers, lifting her arms over her head and pinning her in place. He took her mouth in apassionate kiss, letting her taste her own cum. It drove her arousal to new heights and she lifted her hips, begging him without words to finish what he’d started.
He loomed over her, his thighs touching hers, his cock head brushing her slit. “Ready?” he asked, his voice tight, his jaw clenched with restraint.
She’d been ready for him since the moment she’d opened the door to her cottage
and found him standing there. “Fuck me.”
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Chapter Four
Conner drank in the raw, raging passion in Katya’s eyes.