Page 62 of Wolf Hunter

So long.

It’s been so long since anyone touched me, and longer still since it mattered.

I moan as his tongue pushes into my mouth. He kisses me slowly, savoring every second we’re together, and I’m not fighting to escape. I tighten my hold on him as something inside me rises to the surface, driving me to claim him. There’s a burning path between us, and I wonder, briefly, if it will always feel this way.

I wore some shitty pants from Emily with holes in them, a baggy sweater better suited for a man, and I ditched the cape at the door. Reid still stares at me like I’m precious.

“You deserve more than I can give you,” he tells me in a dark tone. “Tonight, I want to show you that I’ll never be the kind of man you’ve really earned, but I want to try.”

His fingers slide beneath the borrowed hem of my sweater, and his touch burns hot against me as he lifts it up and over my head. He takes his time devouring me with his eyes before throwing the shirt aside.

Reid builds the urgency between us, stoking the fire until I can’t ignore it anymore. Would it be strange to come before he even touches me between my legs? Will he judge me for my reaction to him?

I can barely catch my breath.

A growl spills from his lips as he pushes me back on the bed before covering my body with his, feeling his way around in the perfect darkness with only the moon outside for light. A hand against his chest shows me the echo of my own heartbeat, his racing just as fiercely.

I take my own time exploring him. Caressing his ass the way I’ve wanted to before. Kneading his muscles and tracing the hard edges of him while spreading small, nippy kisses across his chest.

Shifting slightly brings the thick, hard length of his erection against me, his skin as hot as mine. I trail my fingers down the lines of his stomach and stop just above his zipper, listening to the ragged heaviness of his breathing.

“Don’t stop,” he demands.

I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

A flick of my fingers has the button of his jeans popping open, followed by the long snick of his zipper pulling south. It takes seconds for his pants to fall down to his ankles, and he grinds against me restlessly.

He leans back just enough to push the bra from my shoulders, and my pants follow. I’m wearing the same old black bra I came here with, and somehow, the longer Reid stares at me, the sexier I feel. He doesn’t look at me like it embarrasses him. Or like he sees the threadbare patches.

Shortly after, he sucks my breast into his mouth. His hands slide lower, and my panties give little resistance as he tugs them off. They’re gone a moment later and fluttering to the floor like scrap material. Reid groans, his fingers probing against my nakedness, running his hands around the curve of my hip bone. I answer him with another rush of heat as his tongue swirls a wicked circle around my nipple. His fingertips burn fire down to the curve of my ass and eventually to the inside of my thighs.

He mutters something under his breath, and the husky sound of it has me coming undone. It’s definitely been too long for me.

My hips move urgently against him to get him to speed it up because I can’t take much more. Finally, he uses his strength to take the lead and push me onto the mattress. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothes until he rises above me in his full glory.

I can’t help but stare.

Holy.Hell.

He wants me to dowhatwith that cock?

“Legs open, Tash. Now.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and the sight of his thickness, demanding entrance, has me forgetting my own name. Just a little bit.

My mouth goes dry as I nod and part my thighs. He slides between them, and my body aches. I’m desperate for more of him and what he offers as he presses the hard ridge of his dick to my core.

Make no mistake: I know he doesn’t love me. Hell, he probably doesn’t even like me very much, because he doesn’t know me. He only sees what I want him to see.

It doesn’t stop me from pushing urgently against him in a clear urge for more.

“Now.” I come at him with a demand of my own and hook my leg around his waist.

Then Reid yanks me to him, pressing against me for entry. I gladly give it to him.

One moment he’s looking down into my eyes, his breath coming hard and fast, and the next he’s surging into me, a little wild and a lot out of control. Just the way I like it.

I gasp at the abruptness of his entry as my body adjusts to make room for him. My breath catches and stops entirely at the feeling of him stretching me, filling me. The sensation takes all of my focus, and a groan of pure delight escapes me.

“Holy shit,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

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