Page 16 of Plus-Size Mate

You shouldn't be here at all,Winter thought, every alarm bell within her setting off at a thousand rings per hour.

It was late. It was dark. This felt entirely too forbidden. And yet, there was something in this moment, in the silence of the storeroom, that left Winter paralyzed.

Her heart hammered even harder in her chest as Eddie raised a hand, looking as if he might cup her cheek. Instead, hebrushed his thumb along her cheekbone, and when he showed her the ball of his thumb, it was black with something curious.

“Ink,” Eddie said, smiling a little. “It looks as if you have been hard at work.”

When he glanced at the books laid out on the desk, Winter started to blush.

“If you were in my position, wouldn't you be?”

At that, Eddie looked at her curiously. “What position is that, exactly?”

Winter's mind raced. Right now, the position she would have liked to have been in was beneath him.

Control yourself!she thought, giving herself a mental slap. Werewolves were glorious, handsome creatures, but she had to contain herself. He was dangerous. Every inch of her body was reminding her of that.

Yet it was telling her a heap load of other things, too, things she had to ignore for her own good, for the good of the coven.

“I'm sure you're well aware of what Jack asked of me at the manor today,” Winter said, taking a cautious step backwards.

She was still too close. His scent wouldn't leave her nostrils, even surrounded as they were by the herbs and incense in the storeroom.

It was all too inviting, and all she could think to do was hold her breath.

“Are you alright?” Eddie asked, his face drawn with concern.

When he closed the distance between them, his fingertips drawing a gentle trail up her forearms, Winter instinctively placed her palms on his chest.

“I will be,” she said, all control leaving her body as she leaned into him, her lips pouting for his kiss.

As if he sensed her need, her desire, Eddie's hands left her arms and came back to her face.

This was too much to bear. She couldn't contain this feeling any longer, and like an animal had risen up inside her, she pressed herself against him like a bitch in heat.

His grip on her face hardened and his lips pressed so firm against hers that it took what little breath she still had from her lungs.

Pausing only to breathe in deeply, she kissed him again, harder, moaning when he pressed her back against the door. Her spine tingled, not only from the coolness of the wood through her clothes but also from the way he dropped his hands to grip her hips.

He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the wood with such force it took her breath away all over again. And when his hand slipped from her hip and up between her thighs, she felt herself lost in the mists of passion.

She whimpered against his lips, her own hands traveling over his muscular arms, pinching at his biceps, his forearms, before they traveled lower still.

Hooking her fingers into his belt, she pulled him even closer, feeling as though he was never quite close enough.

The scent of him enveloped her. The way his hands felt upon her was intoxicating. Her lips opened and she sucked hisbottom lip into her mouth, biting gently until she heard him groan with pleasure.

What happened next happened so fast that she barely had a chance to realize what she was doing. Her hands fumbled devilishly with the buckle of his belt, yanking it open in an instant before she popped the buttons on his jeans and slipped her hand inside.

Gripping him firmly, she felt his already rock-hard cock in the palm of her hand, the delicious sensation making her moan even as a groan of desire escaped his lips against hers.

Pulling away, he nuzzled his face in her neck, nibbling the side of her throat gently before he moved upwards, taking her earlobe into his mouth.

Winter groaned again, her eyes closed as she savored every sensation.

“We shouldn't be doing this,” he whispered in her ear.

That much was true. She knew he was right. And yet, she responded, “But we want to.”

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