Page 17 of Plus-Size Mate

Again, everything seemed to happen in a flash. Eddie hooked her up into his arms, his hands gripping her plump buttocks as he turned and strode towards the desk.

Holding her with one arm, he used the other to swipe everything from the desk.

The sound of clattering caused Winter to open her eyes only to realize they had been plunged into darkness. The candle now lay burned out on the floor amongst the books she had been pawing through all evening.

Yet, when he set her down on the desk, she didn't care. The scholarly Winter, the rational Winter, might have scoldedhim, jumped off the table and grabbed up all the books to place them safely back on the desk.

But the mischievous Winter, the one intoxicated by the scent of this man, only wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in close, kissing him again.

“Is this what you want?” Eddie whispered in her ear as his hand snaked up to cup her breast. He squeezed ever so gently, and electricity so powerful pulsed through Winter’s body that she gasped, “Yes!”

She reached for his other hand, placing it on her other breast.

It had been too long. She couldn't remember the last time she had been touched this way. Maybe that was why she had gone completely insane.

There weren't many male witches in Nightstar, and she never would have lowered herself to sleeping with humans. Besides the fact they were beneath her, it was dangerous. Who knew what fresh hell could come out of all the town's secrets being revealed to a human?

At least with a werewolf, she could be herself.

Yet, what was she even thinking? Werewolves despised witches, didn't they?

If Eddie despised her, he certainly had a funny way of showing it. His hands gripped the buttons of her jeans and popped them open, yanking them off her with such swiftness that she might have fallen off the desk had he not immediately placed his hands on her hips again.

“Eddie, what are you—” she began as he knelt before her, but before she could finish the question, he placed a firm kiss on her inner thigh.

The sensation caused her body to light up with pleasure. “Oh!”

When he kissed her again, deeper inside her thighs, she shivered with excitement.

This is really happening!she thought as he buried his head between her legs, gripping her fleshly quads with firm, yet gentle hands.

She breathed a deep sigh as his tongue began to lap at her clit, quivering with the pleasure of it, her hands gripping the edges of the desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

His mouth worked expertly, his lips caressing her as his tongue stroked the most sensitive point on her entire body.

Opening her legs wider, she angled her pelvis up to his face, welcoming the tenderness of his kiss between her thighs.

Then, just as the waves of pleasure started to pour into the most delightful climax, the raucous sound of a cell phone halted everything.

Almost jumping right out of her skin, Winter sat bolt upright in the desk chair. Her heart hammered so hard in her chest she thought it might burst right out of her.

As reality came swimming back to her, she realized two things. She had most definitely fallen asleep, and disappointingly, she was entirely alone.

The only light came from the screen of her cellphone as it lit up with a call from her mother.

The candle, right where she had left it on the desk, had burned down to nothing.

“Fuck!” she ground out through gritted teeth, running her fingers through her hair as she reached for the cellphone with her other hand.

If that had been a dream, then what the hell would the reality of it feel like?

No, don't even go there!she told herself firmly, closing one of the books that still lay open on the desk before her. She couldn't bring herself to look at even one more paragraph right now.

She was too riled up, too hot and bothered. She even considered ignoring her mother's call entirely. It was only Jack’s request that made her answer. She had yet to talk to her mother about it, and with no other option found, what choice did she have?

“Hello?” she answered cautiously, hoping there would be no hint of the ordeal she had just gone through in her dream in her voice.

“Winter, how is everything?” her mother responded, sounding none too worried. “I'm sorry to call so late. I hope I didn't wake you.”

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