Read Online Far From Innocent by Lorie O'Clare - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Lorie O'Clare
Ads: Link
and feeling her.
Erin was short, her figure absolutely perfect—not too thin but with curves he could feast on all night. Blue jeans hugged her round ass, and when he ran his hands down the soft curve and pressed between her legs, her heat sunk deep into his flesh.
She clung to him, her tongue darting around his. There was more adventure with the intimacy this time, as if over the past couple days she’d dwelled on him as much as he’d thought about her. It seemed she wanted to explore him, taste every inch of his mouth, open to him and give him all that she had.
And she was one hell of a damned good kisser.
He grabbed her soaked lip between his teeth, scraping her soft, swollen mouth, and gazed down at her. Her lashes fluttered over eyes that had gone almost completely silver. She attempted a smile, panting hard enough through parted lips that he just knew would feel awesome wrapped around his cock.
“I need you,” she said on a breath, moving her hand between them and stroking his chest, then moving lower.
Juan grabbed her wrist before she could touch his cock. “No longer want to go on that run?”
She made a face at him. “Sure. If you’re willing to chance it, then I am.”
“We can run and not get caught.” Like he gave a rat’s ass right now if they were caught.
“After telling Josie I was your bitch, if we do get caught, the pack will start believing it.”
“I don’t care what the pack believes.”
She searched his face, her scent changing for a moment, something akin to hesitation sobering her expression. She hid the emotion quickly.
37
Lorie O’Clare
“You already know I don’t care what any of these werewolves think of me,” she lied, lowering her gaze when the salty smell of it drifted between them.
“You care what I think of you.”
“Think so?” When she smiled, her eyes had more of an almond shape. With so much silver in her eyes, Erin was breathtaking.
“Yup. Enough to risk running alone with me.”
He teased her, running being the last thing he wanted to do right now. His cock burned so badly he doubted he could walk that far. Her nose wrinkled and she tilted her head, brushing a strand of hair from her face while studying him.
“I think it would be fun running with just you,” she said quietly.
He guessed she didn’t open up her feelings to too many werewolves.
“What would your den say?”
“Does that matter to you?” Her question was sincere, the smell of an emotion deeper than her obvious lust drifting toward him slowly.
“Yes. Actually it does.” The way her expression softened hit him like a knife slicing into his heart. Suddenly he felt flushed, although it wasn’t embarrassment. “Dimitri and Nicolo don’t want you tarnished with the reputation of a slut. I won’t have it happen either.”
Her mouth puckered as if the word slut put a sour taste in her mouth. “No matter what you think, wolf man, I’m not sleeping with every werewolf who howls my way.”
“No. You’re not. Running alone with me, however, without consent of your den will give the impression that you are. It will also make everyone believe that is what I like about you.”
“You’ve never run alone with a single bitch before?” Her look showed she already believed that he had.
Juan couldn’t help smiling and shook his head while grinning down at her. He ran his fingers over her hair. It was so thick, yet soft and silky—probably just how her coat would feel when she was in her fur.
“I’ve run with many single bitches before and not given it a second thought.”
“Then what’s so different about me?”
That knife in his heart twisted, and then the pain swelled until his entire chest hurt from it. His cock still throbbed in his jeans. Standing this close to her, inhaling her with every breath had turned his entire body into an oversensitive nerve ending. Her question was sincere though, and she waited, holding her breath as if scared to hear his answer. It dawned
Erin was short, her figure absolutely perfect—not too thin but with curves he could feast on all night. Blue jeans hugged her round ass, and when he ran his hands down the soft curve and pressed between her legs, her heat sunk deep into his flesh.
She clung to him, her tongue darting around his. There was more adventure with the intimacy this time, as if over the past couple days she’d dwelled on him as much as he’d thought about her. It seemed she wanted to explore him, taste every inch of his mouth, open to him and give him all that she had.
And she was one hell of a damned good kisser.
He grabbed her soaked lip between his teeth, scraping her soft, swollen mouth, and gazed down at her. Her lashes fluttered over eyes that had gone almost completely silver. She attempted a smile, panting hard enough through parted lips that he just knew would feel awesome wrapped around his cock.
“I need you,” she said on a breath, moving her hand between them and stroking his chest, then moving lower.
Juan grabbed her wrist before she could touch his cock. “No longer want to go on that run?”
She made a face at him. “Sure. If you’re willing to chance it, then I am.”
“We can run and not get caught.” Like he gave a rat’s ass right now if they were caught.
“After telling Josie I was your bitch, if we do get caught, the pack will start believing it.”
“I don’t care what the pack believes.”
She searched his face, her scent changing for a moment, something akin to hesitation sobering her expression. She hid the emotion quickly.
37
Lorie O’Clare
“You already know I don’t care what any of these werewolves think of me,” she lied, lowering her gaze when the salty smell of it drifted between them.
“You care what I think of you.”
“Think so?” When she smiled, her eyes had more of an almond shape. With so much silver in her eyes, Erin was breathtaking.
“Yup. Enough to risk running alone with me.”
He teased her, running being the last thing he wanted to do right now. His cock burned so badly he doubted he could walk that far. Her nose wrinkled and she tilted her head, brushing a strand of hair from her face while studying him.
“I think it would be fun running with just you,” she said quietly.
He guessed she didn’t open up her feelings to too many werewolves.
“What would your den say?”
“Does that matter to you?” Her question was sincere, the smell of an emotion deeper than her obvious lust drifting toward him slowly.
“Yes. Actually it does.” The way her expression softened hit him like a knife slicing into his heart. Suddenly he felt flushed, although it wasn’t embarrassment. “Dimitri and Nicolo don’t want you tarnished with the reputation of a slut. I won’t have it happen either.”
Her mouth puckered as if the word slut put a sour taste in her mouth. “No matter what you think, wolf man, I’m not sleeping with every werewolf who howls my way.”
“No. You’re not. Running alone with me, however, without consent of your den will give the impression that you are. It will also make everyone believe that is what I like about you.”
“You’ve never run alone with a single bitch before?” Her look showed she already believed that he had.
Juan couldn’t help smiling and shook his head while grinning down at her. He ran his fingers over her hair. It was so thick, yet soft and silky—probably just how her coat would feel when she was in her fur.
“I’ve run with many single bitches before and not given it a second thought.”
“Then what’s so different about me?”
That knife in his heart twisted, and then the pain swelled until his entire chest hurt from it. His cock still throbbed in his jeans. Standing this close to her, inhaling her with every breath had turned his entire body into an oversensitive nerve ending. Her question was sincere though, and she waited, holding her breath as if scared to hear his answer. It dawned
Similar Books
