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Authors: Kristen Strassel
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Every nerve in my body throbbed with raw need.
I gasped, coming up for air. I’d asked him to show me what it was like to be wild and I’d totally commandeered everything. “Doing what?
“You have a concussion,” Baron reminded me. “I don’t want to hurt you worse.”
“I Googled it.” I slid his jacket off his shoulders, enjoying the hard curves of his biceps on the journey. I ran my lips over the exposed skin, the beginning of his collarbone. I couldn’t resist a quick nip before answering the rest of his question. “As long as I’m not dizzy or have a headache, I should be fine.”
“Should be? Sounds dangerous.” He leaned back on his elbows.
I climbed off his lap. “You need to get used to dangerous if you want to hang out with me.” Holy shit, the person who was talking sounded an awful lot like the old Kiera. I thought about interrupting her, because a lot of things could go wrong with this theory. But I was pretty interested in what she had to say. “I fall down, I scrape my knees. I take chances and I get hurt, Baron. But it’s better than always wondering what could have happened.”
The light changed in his eyes, the gold jumping like flames, and for the first time, I saw Baron as a wolf. He crawled toward me, and I lowered myself to the mattress as he got closer. “You’re the kind of chance I want to take.” He hooked his leg over me, his fingers catching the bottom of my shirt. My heart shouldn’t have been thundering, but what if he forgot what was under there? Maybe he thought it was all some twisted nightmare. But I’d just proclaimed myself as a fearless, badass bitch and I had to walk the walk. Hungry eyes fell on my bare skin. Maybe I was the one who was dreaming. “Can I touch you?”
I nodded. Words would’ve come out as excuses. Plus it was pretty hard to talk when I was holding my breath. Baron started with my good side, brushing his fingers lightly over my nipple before his lips fell to my collarbone. He sighed, his warm breath sending goosebumps skittering across the surface of my skin. He continued kissing, and nipping, all while circling my nipple, teasing the point of it. Baron intended to eat me alive. I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him, desperate to keep some control.
But I lost every bit of it when his tongue hit the top ripple of my scar, running it down the hard, twisted ridge. His fingers followed, ghosting over what should’ve been my other breast. “Baron.” His name was a strangled cry.
His eyes flicked up. “See what happens, Kiera,” he pleaded. “Let me give you one happy memory, so when you look in the mirror tomorrow, maybe you can remember this, even if it’s just for a second, instead of what happened to you.”
I couldn’t answer him. But I didn’t tell him to stop, either. Baron probably wouldn’t succeed on his mission. The joke was on him, I never looked at my body in the mirror, but at this point, I was willing to try anything to feel like a woman again. I’d lived in a man’s world for too long without giving much thought to my needs. It was time to let Baron work his magic.
I let go of Baron’s hair, instead clutching the comforter. The sensations were weird, someone touching the part of me that had been dead for so long. The way his lips moved against my skin, I forgot what I looked like. He didn’t treat one side differently than the other—it was all new landscape for him to explore. And Baron didn’t miss an inch with his mouth or his fingers. Every so often he’d moan. The sensation rolled through my skin, triggering a pulse deep in my core. It didn’t matter where Baron touched me, he had that effect on me.
Baron rolled out of his jeans, his round, firm ass high in the air as he stepped out of them. I grabbed it, digging my fingers into his hip as I pulled him back into my body. Catching his lips in a kiss, I took his cock in my hand. Holy shit, this thing was huge. I pumped back and forth, rolling my
I gasped, coming up for air. I’d asked him to show me what it was like to be wild and I’d totally commandeered everything. “Doing what?
“You have a concussion,” Baron reminded me. “I don’t want to hurt you worse.”
“I Googled it.” I slid his jacket off his shoulders, enjoying the hard curves of his biceps on the journey. I ran my lips over the exposed skin, the beginning of his collarbone. I couldn’t resist a quick nip before answering the rest of his question. “As long as I’m not dizzy or have a headache, I should be fine.”
“Should be? Sounds dangerous.” He leaned back on his elbows.
I climbed off his lap. “You need to get used to dangerous if you want to hang out with me.” Holy shit, the person who was talking sounded an awful lot like the old Kiera. I thought about interrupting her, because a lot of things could go wrong with this theory. But I was pretty interested in what she had to say. “I fall down, I scrape my knees. I take chances and I get hurt, Baron. But it’s better than always wondering what could have happened.”
The light changed in his eyes, the gold jumping like flames, and for the first time, I saw Baron as a wolf. He crawled toward me, and I lowered myself to the mattress as he got closer. “You’re the kind of chance I want to take.” He hooked his leg over me, his fingers catching the bottom of my shirt. My heart shouldn’t have been thundering, but what if he forgot what was under there? Maybe he thought it was all some twisted nightmare. But I’d just proclaimed myself as a fearless, badass bitch and I had to walk the walk. Hungry eyes fell on my bare skin. Maybe I was the one who was dreaming. “Can I touch you?”
I nodded. Words would’ve come out as excuses. Plus it was pretty hard to talk when I was holding my breath. Baron started with my good side, brushing his fingers lightly over my nipple before his lips fell to my collarbone. He sighed, his warm breath sending goosebumps skittering across the surface of my skin. He continued kissing, and nipping, all while circling my nipple, teasing the point of it. Baron intended to eat me alive. I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him, desperate to keep some control.
But I lost every bit of it when his tongue hit the top ripple of my scar, running it down the hard, twisted ridge. His fingers followed, ghosting over what should’ve been my other breast. “Baron.” His name was a strangled cry.
His eyes flicked up. “See what happens, Kiera,” he pleaded. “Let me give you one happy memory, so when you look in the mirror tomorrow, maybe you can remember this, even if it’s just for a second, instead of what happened to you.”
I couldn’t answer him. But I didn’t tell him to stop, either. Baron probably wouldn’t succeed on his mission. The joke was on him, I never looked at my body in the mirror, but at this point, I was willing to try anything to feel like a woman again. I’d lived in a man’s world for too long without giving much thought to my needs. It was time to let Baron work his magic.
I let go of Baron’s hair, instead clutching the comforter. The sensations were weird, someone touching the part of me that had been dead for so long. The way his lips moved against my skin, I forgot what I looked like. He didn’t treat one side differently than the other—it was all new landscape for him to explore. And Baron didn’t miss an inch with his mouth or his fingers. Every so often he’d moan. The sensation rolled through my skin, triggering a pulse deep in my core. It didn’t matter where Baron touched me, he had that effect on me.
Baron rolled out of his jeans, his round, firm ass high in the air as he stepped out of them. I grabbed it, digging my fingers into his hip as I pulled him back into my body. Catching his lips in a kiss, I took his cock in my hand. Holy shit, this thing was huge. I pumped back and forth, rolling my
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