breasts. “If I wanted to,” he whispered, “I could flip you over easily. But I have to say, the view from here is amazing.”
*
He’d think about the enormity of the whole Mate thing later. For now, he wanted to savor the sheer delight of the moment. Megan kneeled over him, ripe for petting and he decided where to start. Her breasts. Soft, lush and tempting, they called to him and he cupped them gently. They could have been made to fit his hands. Gorgeous . Her nipples pushed against the stretchy fabric, greedy for attention and he lazily skated his thumbs across them. Megan’s breath hitched and he heard her heart rate speeding up, saw the pulse thumping in her throat. God, she was hot.
“Stretch your arms up, baby.” He brushed her nipples again and drew a whimper.
She swallowed. “Why?”
Another rasp to her hard little nubs. “Because I asked.” She complied and lifted both arms over her head, linking her fingers in a stretching position. As he thought, her breasts jiggled with the movement and her cleavage deepened. His mouth dried to the point where speech became impossible. Dear God. He had to get inside her soon. He ran one finger across the round neckline of her dress, stroking her heated flesh.
“Look at you.” His words were croaky, but she gazed down at herself and blushed, the color rising up from her throat. “I could stroke these all day.”
“I’d rather you stroked something else.” She ground herself against him, rubbing onto his painfully hard cock. He groaned, adoring the way she played with him. Wolves loved to play and Sasha was no exception. He allowed himself a moment to think about a lifetime of loving just one girl, and for the first time, was not scared witless.
“I want to touch you.” Megan unlinked her fingers and leaned forward to rest her palms on his chest. He wanted to feel her bare skin, but not here, not where another man could see her. Mine , growled his wolf, and he agreed. He was about to ask her if she had plans for the afternoon when she pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Do I have to wait until tonight? I could go home with you now.”
Sasha had no intention of turning her down this time and after collecting all the uneaten remains of the picnic, they set off in the van, back to Wellington. Their hands were linked and again, rested on Sasha’s thigh as he drove. He told her about Dion’s band playing at Mighty Mike’s and she said she’d love to come and watch.
“I need to go home first though. Dad’s hosting a dinner party this evening for some Swiss investors and he’s asked me to be the hostess. My stepmother’s got another function.” Megan tapped out a rhythm on his thigh as she spoke. “It won’t go on all night. I should be able to get to the club for ten-ish.” Sasha glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost two in the afternoon. They would have a few hours to themselves. A sharp pain zipped across his belly and he winced, but it was gone immediately. Megan noticed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Probably something I ate.” He kissed her knuckles and nibbled on her fingertips.
“Want me to rub it better?” Her smile was too innocent and he groaned. They still had a ten-minute drive before they got to his place. If she carried on like this they’d never make it.
*
Megan gazed up at the faded clapboard house. Sasha lived on a quiet street just a ten minute walk from the center of the city, in an area of town she’d always liked. “Thorndon has such a lovely village-feel, don’t you think?” Okay, she was making stupid small-talk. Would he guess she was nervous? From the way Sasha caught her hand and guided her up a narrow set of steps, perhaps not. He fished a key from underneath a stone, unlocked the door and ushered her into a dusty hallway, closing the door behind her.
Before she could say anything, he’d picked her up and carried her into a bedroom. Standing in the open doorway, he bent his head, stole a kiss
*
He’d think about the enormity of the whole Mate thing later. For now, he wanted to savor the sheer delight of the moment. Megan kneeled over him, ripe for petting and he decided where to start. Her breasts. Soft, lush and tempting, they called to him and he cupped them gently. They could have been made to fit his hands. Gorgeous . Her nipples pushed against the stretchy fabric, greedy for attention and he lazily skated his thumbs across them. Megan’s breath hitched and he heard her heart rate speeding up, saw the pulse thumping in her throat. God, she was hot.
“Stretch your arms up, baby.” He brushed her nipples again and drew a whimper.
She swallowed. “Why?”
Another rasp to her hard little nubs. “Because I asked.” She complied and lifted both arms over her head, linking her fingers in a stretching position. As he thought, her breasts jiggled with the movement and her cleavage deepened. His mouth dried to the point where speech became impossible. Dear God. He had to get inside her soon. He ran one finger across the round neckline of her dress, stroking her heated flesh.
“Look at you.” His words were croaky, but she gazed down at herself and blushed, the color rising up from her throat. “I could stroke these all day.”
“I’d rather you stroked something else.” She ground herself against him, rubbing onto his painfully hard cock. He groaned, adoring the way she played with him. Wolves loved to play and Sasha was no exception. He allowed himself a moment to think about a lifetime of loving just one girl, and for the first time, was not scared witless.
“I want to touch you.” Megan unlinked her fingers and leaned forward to rest her palms on his chest. He wanted to feel her bare skin, but not here, not where another man could see her. Mine , growled his wolf, and he agreed. He was about to ask her if she had plans for the afternoon when she pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Do I have to wait until tonight? I could go home with you now.”
Sasha had no intention of turning her down this time and after collecting all the uneaten remains of the picnic, they set off in the van, back to Wellington. Their hands were linked and again, rested on Sasha’s thigh as he drove. He told her about Dion’s band playing at Mighty Mike’s and she said she’d love to come and watch.
“I need to go home first though. Dad’s hosting a dinner party this evening for some Swiss investors and he’s asked me to be the hostess. My stepmother’s got another function.” Megan tapped out a rhythm on his thigh as she spoke. “It won’t go on all night. I should be able to get to the club for ten-ish.” Sasha glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost two in the afternoon. They would have a few hours to themselves. A sharp pain zipped across his belly and he winced, but it was gone immediately. Megan noticed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Probably something I ate.” He kissed her knuckles and nibbled on her fingertips.
“Want me to rub it better?” Her smile was too innocent and he groaned. They still had a ten-minute drive before they got to his place. If she carried on like this they’d never make it.
*
Megan gazed up at the faded clapboard house. Sasha lived on a quiet street just a ten minute walk from the center of the city, in an area of town she’d always liked. “Thorndon has such a lovely village-feel, don’t you think?” Okay, she was making stupid small-talk. Would he guess she was nervous? From the way Sasha caught her hand and guided her up a narrow set of steps, perhaps not. He fished a key from underneath a stone, unlocked the door and ushered her into a dusty hallway, closing the door behind her.
Before she could say anything, he’d picked her up and carried her into a bedroom. Standing in the open doorway, he bent his head, stole a kiss
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