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—slower.
The problem was, I just wanted to attack her. I mean , I only had three minutes with her. Three frickin’ minutes—then she was
going to go back to Poser, and I was going to have to go back to pretending I
didn’t care. But this getting to touch her bonus was going to make it harder.
Way harder.
I was careful not to put my hands
on her waist because I remembered last time—how it made her jump.
Instead, I gently brought my hands up to either side of her smooth, soft face.
Just the feel of her silky skin,
heat shot through me. Plus there was an added bonus, I felt her do this
pant-like, passion-filled intake of air. Like my touch took her breath away. It
sent happy fireworks
through my body.
Slowly, tenderly my mouth
cautiously lowered to hers, our lips touching gentle, just tentative. Yet she
trembled in the best possible way. So I was enjoying this moment like it was
Christmas morning and I’d been a good, good boy.
I kept my eyes on her and kissed
her again—just soft. Breathing
in her scent. I was being excruciatingly careful. Taking my time. Making
sure she was enjoying herself. This was my Cookie Girl and she’d just been hurt
by her boyfriend, and I was a scary, scary guy. So yeah, I was going slow . My lips just softly brushing against hers, teasing and
coaxing, but gentle, gentle, gentle … until she made this tiny purr noise from
the back of her throat.
Every part of me came alive. I was
in love with that noise.
I wrapped my arms around her tiny
waist, pulling her closer to me, deepening the kiss, my hungry, eager lips wild
to cover hers more thoroughly. But didn’t. I was trying my hardest to keep
things slow. Cookie Girl … Hurt by
boyfriend … Scary Guy . She responded to my lips pressing harder against
hers with heart stopping shivers and a sexy as anything hot willing mouth … and
more purring. Mmmm .
I was in heaven.
This was heaven—kissing my Cookie Girl.
As the soft heavenly kissing
continued, on and on, her trembling hands curled into my hair.
Oh my gosh !
Sharp desire sliced through me. Man, slow! I tugged her closer to my
chest, groaning against her warm moist heavenly mouth, thinking I might die
from this—keeping things slow. The girl was touching me. Of her own
freewill. Okay, I don’t think she had a clue what she was doing—that her
hands were in my hair, or what it was doing to my heartbeat. But that didn’t
matter so much. Or it made it better even. She was tangling her Cookie Girl
hands in my hair and didn’t have a clue. I was seriously dying.
I kept deepening the kiss, just a
little—well, tried to keep it just a little. The noises she was making
and the feel of her pounding heart was bringing me to my knees.
Still, even with all that— all that—I was still trying my hardest not to scare
her. But my slow, gentle kisses could only last so long, then my seduced
yearning mouth crashed against hers more heated, my tongue sliding between her
lips.
My passion grew every second as I
explored her delicious, tantalizing mouth like there was no tomorrow—and
she let me.
My mouth was devouring hers,
couldn’t get enough.
Only, curiously—she was
melting under my touch. Starting to fall over. I swear , I had to hold her up.
“You okay?” I pulled away slightly
to study her gorgeous blushing face.
She nodded, out of breath. I still
had to hold her up, though, to steady her, so I wasn’t sure.
She smiled shyly. “You—you’re
just a—a really good kisser.”
A fire burned inside me—for
her.
I gave a soft laugh and went back
to kissing her, savoring every second of it. I so didn’t mind holding her up. At all. I liked it—her weak in the knees over me.
I just didn’t want her dying on me.
I wanted her imprinted on me—my
werewolf cinnamon mate.
All too soon the closet door was
flung open, bright light pouring into our love shack (aka: closet).
I groaned in her mouth, but didn’t
let her go. I was going to keep kissing her until she made
The problem was, I just wanted to attack her. I mean , I only had three minutes with her. Three frickin’ minutes—then she was
going to go back to Poser, and I was going to have to go back to pretending I
didn’t care. But this getting to touch her bonus was going to make it harder.
Way harder.
I was careful not to put my hands
on her waist because I remembered last time—how it made her jump.
Instead, I gently brought my hands up to either side of her smooth, soft face.
Just the feel of her silky skin,
heat shot through me. Plus there was an added bonus, I felt her do this
pant-like, passion-filled intake of air. Like my touch took her breath away. It
sent happy fireworks
through my body.
Slowly, tenderly my mouth
cautiously lowered to hers, our lips touching gentle, just tentative. Yet she
trembled in the best possible way. So I was enjoying this moment like it was
Christmas morning and I’d been a good, good boy.
I kept my eyes on her and kissed
her again—just soft. Breathing
in her scent. I was being excruciatingly careful. Taking my time. Making
sure she was enjoying herself. This was my Cookie Girl and she’d just been hurt
by her boyfriend, and I was a scary, scary guy. So yeah, I was going slow . My lips just softly brushing against hers, teasing and
coaxing, but gentle, gentle, gentle … until she made this tiny purr noise from
the back of her throat.
Every part of me came alive. I was
in love with that noise.
I wrapped my arms around her tiny
waist, pulling her closer to me, deepening the kiss, my hungry, eager lips wild
to cover hers more thoroughly. But didn’t. I was trying my hardest to keep
things slow. Cookie Girl … Hurt by
boyfriend … Scary Guy . She responded to my lips pressing harder against
hers with heart stopping shivers and a sexy as anything hot willing mouth … and
more purring. Mmmm .
I was in heaven.
This was heaven—kissing my Cookie Girl.
As the soft heavenly kissing
continued, on and on, her trembling hands curled into my hair.
Oh my gosh !
Sharp desire sliced through me. Man, slow! I tugged her closer to my
chest, groaning against her warm moist heavenly mouth, thinking I might die
from this—keeping things slow. The girl was touching me. Of her own
freewill. Okay, I don’t think she had a clue what she was doing—that her
hands were in my hair, or what it was doing to my heartbeat. But that didn’t
matter so much. Or it made it better even. She was tangling her Cookie Girl
hands in my hair and didn’t have a clue. I was seriously dying.
I kept deepening the kiss, just a
little—well, tried to keep it just a little. The noises she was making
and the feel of her pounding heart was bringing me to my knees.
Still, even with all that— all that—I was still trying my hardest not to scare
her. But my slow, gentle kisses could only last so long, then my seduced
yearning mouth crashed against hers more heated, my tongue sliding between her
lips.
My passion grew every second as I
explored her delicious, tantalizing mouth like there was no tomorrow—and
she let me.
My mouth was devouring hers,
couldn’t get enough.
Only, curiously—she was
melting under my touch. Starting to fall over. I swear , I had to hold her up.
“You okay?” I pulled away slightly
to study her gorgeous blushing face.
She nodded, out of breath. I still
had to hold her up, though, to steady her, so I wasn’t sure.
She smiled shyly. “You—you’re
just a—a really good kisser.”
A fire burned inside me—for
her.
I gave a soft laugh and went back
to kissing her, savoring every second of it. I so didn’t mind holding her up. At all. I liked it—her weak in the knees over me.
I just didn’t want her dying on me.
I wanted her imprinted on me—my
werewolf cinnamon mate.
All too soon the closet door was
flung open, bright light pouring into our love shack (aka: closet).
I groaned in her mouth, but didn’t
let her go. I was going to keep kissing her until she made
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