Page 39 of Pack to the Wall

“Yeah, fucking moron,” I whispered. “You’re so much more than a hot body. I knew it the moment I saw you. The momentyou protected your kids and stood up to Harley, then with how ashamed you were after. I could see you had a soft soul, but one that was strong enough to fight for what’s important.”

“Do you mean that?” she asked, rolling her head back to look up at me.

“Every word.”

“Even the hot body part?” She seemed skeptical.

“Yeah, that too,” I chuckled, leaning down and brushing her lips with a kiss again before drawing back. “Why don’t you tell me which part you think isn’t hot and I’ll tell you why it is.”

She flushed even more, her breath coming in heavy shuddering gulps. She licked her lips, her pink tongue darting out, and I had to restrain myself from diving into her mouth to catch it. “My breasts are?—”

“Perfect?” I finished for her. She gave me a sour look so I went on. “Natural, round, heavy and full, a handful. I just want to hold them and kiss them and worship them until you think they’re the best things in the world.”

“Oh… wow…” She gasped. “But my thighs?—”

“Are perfect too, strong and smooth and beautiful. I want to feel them wrapped around me, hugging me tight, or perhaps pressed against my cheeks while I taste their hidden treasures.”

She swallowed, trembling, tears around her eyes and heat painted on her skin. The next one seemed harder for her to say. “And… my… stretch marks?” she asked, curious.

I smiled. I’d seen her belly that morning after she’d gotten up, wearing that sexy sleep outfit of a sheer cotton top clinging to her breasts and otherwise naked down to her yoga pants. Yeah, there was a slight pouch around her bellybutton with the faint white lines of stretched skin scars around that. But frankly, after two kids, I thought she looked amazing. I wasn’t sure if she worked out or not, but her waist actually curved in, not out, giving her a pretty stunning hour-glass figure.

“Yeah, I’ve seen ’em, so what? I assume you work out, cause if you don’t, then you have one hell of a metabolism. You still have a nice waist and…” I moved my hand from supporting myself to brushing over her belly. “All I see is the natural beauty of someone who’s brought life into this world. I’ve got scars too and you don’t think I’m ugly, do you?”

“No,” she said. A tear escaped her eye and ran down the side of her face into her ear before she could blink it away. Yet her voice was heavy with self-contempt when she said, “But I bet your previous girl didn’t have big thighs or stretch marks.”

“She hadn’t had kids yet, so no stretch marks, but she did have a bit of a soft belly and nice round thighs.” I smiled. “She also had a small chest, always complaining she couldn’t quite fill an A-cup. So, yeah, you’re different, butyouare no less beautiful.”

I could see her reservations, the doubt behind her eyes. So, I’d show her. “Don’t think, just feel, remember?”

I lowered myself to kiss her again. Her receptive lips opened to me this time. I let my tongue dive into her depths, tasting her. Gods, she tasted so damned delicious I couldn’t help but moan softly into her mouth. My hand on her stomach slid up to her breast and gently took a handful of her softness into my palm. I massaged her softly, feeling the lacy pattern of her bra through her shirt.

Then it was her turn to moan into my mouth. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Yeah, she may have been a decade or more older than I was, but I didn’t care. She was everything I wanted, a perfect reincarnation of Tasha’s tender soul in a mature and womanly body. I wanted her with all of my scarred heart, and I intended to show her just how much I wanted her, and how beautiful she was.

JANE

I couldn’t breathe,but not in a bad way. It was more that my mind had completely stalled out, stunned and overjoyed that a guy like Colt found a plain-older-woman like me beautiful. My brain was so fried I couldn’t quite remember how to inhale and exhale.

But also… I didn’t care.

I was lost in all the wonderful sensations Colt elicited. His firm lips pressed and his tongue delved and explored my mouth. His large hand knew just how to trace my breast, how to cup and press and knead. I was far too warm and wondered how much further the two of us would go if I took my shirt off. I didn’t know if it was his attention, or the sun beating down on me, or Colt’s earnest words, but I was boiling like lava and loving every moment of it.

I wanted this so desperately even though I’d fought it. But Colt was right. When I’d turned off my mind, all I’d wanted tofeelwashim. It wasn’t logical. It didn’t make any sense. I shouldn’t be making out with a man I hardly knew, but I didn’t care anymore. He made me feel incredible and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Even if you weren’t my alpha, you’d be in control,” he murmured between nibbles on my lips. “You tell me what you want and you’ll have it.” His lips kissed my chin and along my jaw, back to my neck. “Or, if you aren’t the instructive type, then just say stop if I’m going too far, and I will.”

God, he was so considerate and kind and gentle… and huge and powerful and manly, an exquisite combination.

The trouble was I didn’t know what I wanted.

No, that wasn’t true.

I knew what I wanted. I was just terrified to ask for it.

After having spent a day with Tyson and the pull of our strange and powerful fatedness… after two semi-satisfactory orgasms, trying to scratch an itch I couldn’t quite reach… afterall of that, what I really wanted was a mind-blowing orgasm.

Except I wasn’t the type of woman to demand orgasms. So, I’d do as he suggested and let him keep going until I wanted him to stop. Maybe somewhere in there, I’d get something, or I’d get brave enough — or desperate enough — to ask for it.

He hitched a leg over one of mine, sliding it up between my thighs until his knee pressed softly against my core.

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