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Authors: J.K. Harper
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perfectly. Claire moaned into him as his tongue explored her. Her legs shook a bit. Tate slid a hand down her back, then over the swell of her rear. Gasping, she tipped her head back a bit as sensations zinged through her. She felt her rational human reasoning drift away as her feral side took over, guiding her movements with joyous excitement. The sense of utter acceptance she felt about this man still somewhat baffled her, but she wasn't about to question it now. Not when she knew down to her toes he was about to touch and stroke her body into stratospheric sensations. She'd missed this.
Not only that, it somehow felt like she'd also missed this particular man.
Tate leaned down and nipped at her neck. His teeth grazed the hypersensitive skin there, sending mini earthquakes of desire skittering through her.
“I like it when you groan like that,” he murmured. The movement of his lips made a delightful buzzing against her skin. “Have to admit I'd been wondering what you'd sound like when I kissed you.”
“Oh, really?” she managed to say. Her voice came out in a ragged whisper. The faint background roaring of something huge and undeniable began to overtake her, pushing her rational human side ever farther back as her purely instinctive wolf side reveled in this sensual moment.
“Yes, indeed, darlin'. Since the very moment I saw you.”
His lips traveled up her neck, slowly exploring, each centimeter of their movement causing more ripples to shimmy their way down her skin. She'd never known her neck was so capable of sensation. When Tate's lips reached her ear and carefully played with the soft lobe, Claire gasped in surprise at the intensity of the feelings that made her shiver and twist in his arms. A bolt of wet need pulsed between her legs so powerfully she wondered if she was actually about to climax on the spot.
“God, Claire,” he murmured, amazement sounding from his own voice. “You are so responsive to my touch. Can you tell what that does to me?” He growled those last words, pressing hard against her body.
Yes. Yes, she could indeed feel the impact she had upon him. The hard length of his cock pressed into her thigh, hot and straining against his jeans. Whimpering a bit, Claire let the little shudders of anticipation race up and down her spine. A hot wave rolled through her, seeming to melt her bones and her mind into a puddle of goo.
Pulling back from him, she tugged at his fingers and pulled him to the king-sized bed. The hotel cleaning staff had left it neatly made. She was about to muss the hell out of it with this man. This man, who made her weak in the knees, scattered in the head, and tingling all over her body. This man she'd just met, didn't even know, but who felt so comfortable it was if she'd been with him her entire life.
This gorgeous, stunning man she was about to get very naked and sweaty with. Breath hitching in her chest, she turned around to face him when they reached the foot of the bed. Tate's eyes were darkened almost to black with his desire. Slowly, she rubbed her hands up his arms, feeling him shiver as she did. The slide of his muscles beneath her fingers made her pulse bang as she felt the strength in them. He could hold her so easily, keep her safe in his arms.
The faraway thought that she didn't need him to keep her safe, she could protect herself just fine, flared briefly before flickering out completely as she batted it away. This moment. This moment was all she cared about right now.
She lightly ran her fingers up to his shoulders, then traced the collar of his shirt before dipping them under it to touch his bare skin. A satisfied male groan told her how much he liked that.
“Come here.” She whispered the words, watching him closely. His pulse jumped and his black licorice eyes, darkened from his arousal, were half-lidded but far from sleepy. “I want to feel you close to me. Like this,” she added, and pushed herself up against him. The long, firm length
Not only that, it somehow felt like she'd also missed this particular man.
Tate leaned down and nipped at her neck. His teeth grazed the hypersensitive skin there, sending mini earthquakes of desire skittering through her.
“I like it when you groan like that,” he murmured. The movement of his lips made a delightful buzzing against her skin. “Have to admit I'd been wondering what you'd sound like when I kissed you.”
“Oh, really?” she managed to say. Her voice came out in a ragged whisper. The faint background roaring of something huge and undeniable began to overtake her, pushing her rational human side ever farther back as her purely instinctive wolf side reveled in this sensual moment.
“Yes, indeed, darlin'. Since the very moment I saw you.”
His lips traveled up her neck, slowly exploring, each centimeter of their movement causing more ripples to shimmy their way down her skin. She'd never known her neck was so capable of sensation. When Tate's lips reached her ear and carefully played with the soft lobe, Claire gasped in surprise at the intensity of the feelings that made her shiver and twist in his arms. A bolt of wet need pulsed between her legs so powerfully she wondered if she was actually about to climax on the spot.
“God, Claire,” he murmured, amazement sounding from his own voice. “You are so responsive to my touch. Can you tell what that does to me?” He growled those last words, pressing hard against her body.
Yes. Yes, she could indeed feel the impact she had upon him. The hard length of his cock pressed into her thigh, hot and straining against his jeans. Whimpering a bit, Claire let the little shudders of anticipation race up and down her spine. A hot wave rolled through her, seeming to melt her bones and her mind into a puddle of goo.
Pulling back from him, she tugged at his fingers and pulled him to the king-sized bed. The hotel cleaning staff had left it neatly made. She was about to muss the hell out of it with this man. This man, who made her weak in the knees, scattered in the head, and tingling all over her body. This man she'd just met, didn't even know, but who felt so comfortable it was if she'd been with him her entire life.
This gorgeous, stunning man she was about to get very naked and sweaty with. Breath hitching in her chest, she turned around to face him when they reached the foot of the bed. Tate's eyes were darkened almost to black with his desire. Slowly, she rubbed her hands up his arms, feeling him shiver as she did. The slide of his muscles beneath her fingers made her pulse bang as she felt the strength in them. He could hold her so easily, keep her safe in his arms.
The faraway thought that she didn't need him to keep her safe, she could protect herself just fine, flared briefly before flickering out completely as she batted it away. This moment. This moment was all she cared about right now.
She lightly ran her fingers up to his shoulders, then traced the collar of his shirt before dipping them under it to touch his bare skin. A satisfied male groan told her how much he liked that.
“Come here.” She whispered the words, watching him closely. His pulse jumped and his black licorice eyes, darkened from his arousal, were half-lidded but far from sleepy. “I want to feel you close to me. Like this,” she added, and pushed herself up against him. The long, firm length
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