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away and went on, “I don’t want a mate. I don’t want to be the door prize at your sex party. I don’t want to give up everybody I care about for fear I’ll do something to hurt them myself, or just manage to make them targets for pissed-off werepanthers and rogue werewolves. I don’t want—”
The litany of things I didn’t want got cut off when Zach laid a finger against my lips. “Shh.”
I fell silent, shaking with the rush of emotion I’d unbottled and had nowhere to put. Then his lips replaced his finger, and I had an outlet, after all.
At first, the angry mix of frustration and fear and feeling trapped boiled up, finding expression in the crush of flesh to flesh. Then slowly, subtly, it transformed into something no less fierce but tinted with the realization that there was at least one thing I did want, after all. And that curious want became a key Zach knew how to turn.
Desire. For something hot and wild and unknown. For something pent up and feral burning in my blood. For something unnamed and unknown just under the skin, hungry for contact and unassauged by the kiss that had grown openmouthed and deep. With every thrust of his tongue, Zach fed the awakening creature inside me. I felt the animal buried within come closer to the surface, straining to get closer to him.
I ran my hands over his chest, needing more. His shirt felt like silk, and the texture delighted my fingers while the warmth that was Zach lured me to discover the expanse of skin and muscle underneath. I fumbled with buttons, dimly aware that his hands were moving under my fleece, up the sides of my waist, and that was good but not enough.
A primal hunger rose from some deep inner reservoir. I poured it into the kiss as I pulled his shirt open, my fingers moving over the skin I’d bared in a plea and a demand.
Zach shifted to spill me from his lap onto the couch and moved over me, pressing me down into the cushions, his body a welcome weight. Still, I burned to be closer. Frustrated need thundered inside me. Too many barriers between us, too many clothes, and he was at the wrong damn angle. . . .
I froze, realizing where I’d gone and how quickly I’d gone there. I wanted him naked and inside me, and I didn’t even know him.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of the big, bad wolf?” Zach teased my lips with his, soft kisses that brushed and clung and ended only to start all over again.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I moved my mouth with his in a vain attempt to keep the addictive pressure of his lips on mine, and he laughed softly.
“No? It must be something else, then.” His hands tugged at my fleece shirt, sliding it up. I held my breath for a minute, wondering if he’d raise it until my breasts were exposed, and cursed myself for wearing a sports bra that morning instead of something lacy and sheer that would make his mouth water. “Maybe you’re afraid I’ll be lousy in bed.”
The teasing note in his voice made me want to kick him in his masculine self-confidence, except that would be self-defeating. I didn’t want to hinder his performance. Did I? “Who says I’ll ever want to find out if you’re good or not?”
That would have sounded more convincing if I wasn’t panting and shuddering under him, fighting the urge to claw his pants off.
“I plan to tempt you until you can’t resist finding out for yourself,” Zach said. He drew my shirt higher and teased the lower edge of my bra with a fingertip. “But right now I have a different objective.”
That did it. I was going to kick him. Then his finger slid under my bra and sent a wave of hot delight over my breast and I changed my mind. “Objective?” I managed to get the word out before I lost the power of speech.
“Mmm.” He slid his hands around behind me, lifted me up enough to undo the catch, and lowered me back down with my bra a defeated barrier. “I want to show you what you are, and that it’s nothing to be afraid of.”
If he had
The litany of things I didn’t want got cut off when Zach laid a finger against my lips. “Shh.”
I fell silent, shaking with the rush of emotion I’d unbottled and had nowhere to put. Then his lips replaced his finger, and I had an outlet, after all.
At first, the angry mix of frustration and fear and feeling trapped boiled up, finding expression in the crush of flesh to flesh. Then slowly, subtly, it transformed into something no less fierce but tinted with the realization that there was at least one thing I did want, after all. And that curious want became a key Zach knew how to turn.
Desire. For something hot and wild and unknown. For something pent up and feral burning in my blood. For something unnamed and unknown just under the skin, hungry for contact and unassauged by the kiss that had grown openmouthed and deep. With every thrust of his tongue, Zach fed the awakening creature inside me. I felt the animal buried within come closer to the surface, straining to get closer to him.
I ran my hands over his chest, needing more. His shirt felt like silk, and the texture delighted my fingers while the warmth that was Zach lured me to discover the expanse of skin and muscle underneath. I fumbled with buttons, dimly aware that his hands were moving under my fleece, up the sides of my waist, and that was good but not enough.
A primal hunger rose from some deep inner reservoir. I poured it into the kiss as I pulled his shirt open, my fingers moving over the skin I’d bared in a plea and a demand.
Zach shifted to spill me from his lap onto the couch and moved over me, pressing me down into the cushions, his body a welcome weight. Still, I burned to be closer. Frustrated need thundered inside me. Too many barriers between us, too many clothes, and he was at the wrong damn angle. . . .
I froze, realizing where I’d gone and how quickly I’d gone there. I wanted him naked and inside me, and I didn’t even know him.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of the big, bad wolf?” Zach teased my lips with his, soft kisses that brushed and clung and ended only to start all over again.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I moved my mouth with his in a vain attempt to keep the addictive pressure of his lips on mine, and he laughed softly.
“No? It must be something else, then.” His hands tugged at my fleece shirt, sliding it up. I held my breath for a minute, wondering if he’d raise it until my breasts were exposed, and cursed myself for wearing a sports bra that morning instead of something lacy and sheer that would make his mouth water. “Maybe you’re afraid I’ll be lousy in bed.”
The teasing note in his voice made me want to kick him in his masculine self-confidence, except that would be self-defeating. I didn’t want to hinder his performance. Did I? “Who says I’ll ever want to find out if you’re good or not?”
That would have sounded more convincing if I wasn’t panting and shuddering under him, fighting the urge to claw his pants off.
“I plan to tempt you until you can’t resist finding out for yourself,” Zach said. He drew my shirt higher and teased the lower edge of my bra with a fingertip. “But right now I have a different objective.”
That did it. I was going to kick him. Then his finger slid under my bra and sent a wave of hot delight over my breast and I changed my mind. “Objective?” I managed to get the word out before I lost the power of speech.
“Mmm.” He slid his hands around behind me, lifted me up enough to undo the catch, and lowered me back down with my bra a defeated barrier. “I want to show you what you are, and that it’s nothing to be afraid of.”
If he had
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