he kissed her thoroughly, licking and nipping at her mouth and then carefully tracing the seam between her lips with the tip of his tongue.
She parted for him, sighing with a sense of expectation. The arousal he built inside made her ache for more. His muscular thigh slipped forward between her legs and he pressed against her pubes, a gentle pressure that merely hinted at his strength.
Moaning, Eve tilted her hips and rode his thigh. Her short skirt slipped higher up her legs and her sex throbbed with each scrape of worn denim over damp panties and needy clit. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sucked his tongue inside her mouth.
Adam’s body trembled, yet he still moved slowly, carefully, as if she were made of crystal. She wanted more. Wanted the long, lean naked strength of him pressed against her, wanted the thick length of his cock buried deep inside her sex, but he kept the pace slow, almost languorous as he carefully made love to her mouth.
She felt the slide of his palm against her throat, over her shoulder, on her breast. His hands were scarred from years of working on cars and other mechanical things, and the rough calluses and ridged flesh added another layer of sensation to her already sensitized skin.
Her nipple tightened immediately and he rubbed his hand over the hard nub. She wanted the feel of his hand on her skin, not through layers of fabric, through bra and cotton blouse. As if reading her mind, Adam flipped the top button free, then the next. He kissed her and the pressure between her legs grew.
His left hand pressed the back of her head, holding her still while he plundered her mouth. She remembered him as a careful, thorough lover, but this was taking careful to new heights. Eve tilted her hips forward, bringing more pressure against her clit. Adam laughed and pulled his mouth away. “Slow down, sweetie. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”
Eve laughed and rested her head against his chest. Her breath huffed out of her lungs and she rolled her forehead against him. “How about we rush this first time and take the next one slower?” She raised her head and laughed again at the expression on his face.
“You’re telling me you want it hard and fast?”
“Oh…yeah. Definitely. The harder the better. I am so ready.” She walked her fingers down his chest, paused a moment over his heart and felt it thundering against her palm. She reached his waistband with both hands, tugged his shirt free and slipped her hands inside against the warmth of his belly. “Why’d you put this back on? I want skin. Yours against mine. You inside me. Now.”
“Oh, yeah. Right now.” He kicked his shoes off, slipped out of his jeans and ripped off his shirt. Buttons skittered across the floor. Eve watched, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and sliding her skirt down her legs. When Adam turned to her, his thick erection curving up and out of its nest of dark hair made her mouth go dry.
She reached for his thoughts and found only need and want and a powerful longing—every bit as powerful as her own. Overlying everything was an edge of fear. She wasn’t certain why or what, but it unnerved her, to know this powerful, intelligent man feared something about her…or for her.
Eve unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. She slipped her bikini panties down over her legs. Naked, she watched Adam watch her while the tension between them grew. He was beautiful, even more perfect than she remembered. His tall, rangy body and rippling muscles were formed of hard work and physical effort, not hours with a trainer in a sterile gym.
His hair was longer now, some falling across his forehead, the rest swept back behind his ears, sun-bleached an even lighter shade of blond than she recalled.
His chest glistened and he smelled of clean, warm man and something more, something feral and free. His Chanku spirit was strong and the needs of the wolf paced restlessly just below the surface of his humanity.
That wildness drew Eve closer, opened her mind and her heart as she sensed the spirit of one like herself. I need you. Now, more than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything in my life.
I know. I’ve been praying you would want me, that you’d finally realize we’ll be good for each other.
Love me, Adam. She held her hands out to him and at the same time, opened her thoughts even more, baring her soul as completely as she bared her body. He lifted her in powerful arms and stretched her out on the bed. She felt tiny and feminine, an unusual sensation for a woman who stood almost five eleven. When Adam came down beside her, his eyes glittered with arousal and his muscles were taut and trembling.
His mind opened. His thoughts shimmered clearly into her mind. “Oh, Adam.” She was the source of his fear. That she might not want him, might choose to continue her journey alone. “No,” she whispered, touching his face lightly with her fingertips. “Leaving when I did was something I had to do. I don’t need to leave you again. I think Mei drew me back here, as much as my desire to feel totally independent for once in my life. I’ve learned something important these last few weeks. Independence means nothing without you to share it.”
He didn’t answer. He simply rolled over and covered her body with his. His cock slipped between her legs and he found her wet and swollen sex. With one powerful thrust, Adam entered her. She arched her hips with the smooth glide of his thickened shaft between her folds. Groaned with pleasure when he nudged against the mouth of her womb with the thick flare of his glans.
It was the first time he’d loved her without a condom, the first time she’d felt him bare inside her. Now they’d both shifted, there was no need to fear disease, no need to worry about an unexpected, unwanted pregnancy. Free to love, to experience everything in its rawest, most powerful form.
It was electrifying, exciting, unbelievably arousing. Eve arched her hips. She drew him deep inside and he seemed to swell even larger, fill her more completely.
I want to do this when we shift, when we’re wolves. I want to lock your body to mine, lock your thoughts and your needs deep inside me. But I’m still afraid to say I love you, Eve. I’m afraid you’ll leave me again.
I’m through running. I’ll say it for us both. I love you, Adam. I want you. Always.
Adam raised his head, his body stilled. “You’re certain?”
Eve touched the side of his face. “I’m certain. I don’t think either of us ever had a choice. It was destiny that we meet, destiny that we fall in love.”
Laughing, Adam kissed her hard and fast. “Stefan is going to hate this.”
“Yeah, but Anton will love it. He’s always arguing against coincidence. Now forget them and make love to me.”
Adam nuzzled the tender skin along the line of her jaw. “I love it when you give me orders. My very own alpha bitch.” He slipped out of her hungry folds and scooted down between her legs. Eve gasped when he dipped his head and nibbled at her clit. She tangled the bedding in her fists and closed her eyes to the persuasive pleasure of his tongue.
She was lost in sensation, lost in the length and strength of his tongue as he swept her folds and valleys, licked the crevice between her cheeks and swirled deep inside her pussy.
Impossibly deep.
Caught on the edge of orgasm, Eve opened her eyes and gasped. The beautiful wolf between her legs raised his head and panted. He wrapped his long tongue halfway around his muzzle, licking tiny drops of her fluids from his stiff whiskers. Then he dipped his head to feast once more between her thighs, lapping her cream and circling around
