Page 61 of Wolf Hunter

I don’t want to tell him about how long it’s been for me, but all thoughts of that quickly disintegrate at his touch. At those strong fingers trailing first along the side of my neck before reaching lower to take hold of my nipples beneath my shirt. Both are already pebbled, and I groan when he pinches them.

A dangerous fire burns in his eyes.

I melt inside, coming apart, my heart somersaulting dangerously and knocking against my ribs. He’s like a drug. I can’t think straight.

Reid slowly breaks contact and stands with his dark eyes piercing through me. Not a beast completely, although it is very much a part of him. Then he lowers his head down to my shoulder, his voice a soft murmur against my skin, in a tone that has my blood quickening.

“I don’t want this to be fast,” he says as his lips trail against me. He holds me even tighter than before, with my body fitting against his perfectly. His hardness to my softness.

The way Reid’s holding me makes me feel featherlight and feminine. The way he cradles me like I’m precious while alternately claiming me with that seeking mouth.

I close my eyes to just enjoy the contact.

When he glances up at me from my breast, his eyes blaze with a dark emotion I can’t name, and I feel something in my blood, in the makeup of my heart, begging me to move closer to him. Begging me to take a closer look at him and what he offers.

My entire body responds to his touch. Especially when he lifts his head to kiss my lips again. I smile at him, my body clenching. Flames rush through me as he cups my breast, and his teeth nibble at my lips. He kisses my chin down to the side of my neck, until I arch closer to him with a soft moan.

“You still agree with this?” he asks, his voice as shadowed as the room.

My eyes flutter open to meet his, and the primal hunger I see reflected in them has me stumbling back until the back of my knees are against the bed. He’s watching me like a predator now, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel anything other than his prey.

“Yes,” I agree. “Even though I didn’t want to take my role as your sexy toy literally.”

Uh huh, Tasha. Sure.

“I know you didn’t,” Reid answers. He steps closer, and the thin strands of moonlight through the window shines on his nearly black hair.

He takes one step closer, then another, closing in on me. My heart thrashes against my chest and beats harder at the sight of him.

That huge body of his. Those muscles and the symmetry of his face. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, a smile tweaking the corners of my lips up. He’s some kind of demigod. I’m sure of it. A god sent to earth to ruin me after he worships me. Those strong cheekbones, the cut of his jaw—gorgeous enough to make me catch my breath.

The air thickens with anticipation. Expectation.

Reid gently moves toward the bed with long and easy strides. “Tasha.” He growls out my name and goose bumps rise along my skin at his proximity. He devours the sight of me in a way no one else has ever done before, and I refuse to hesitate any longer.

I shift closer until my arms wrap around the back of his neck, and my hands fist in his hair, pulling his head down to meet me.

“Just stop talking,” I urge. “We have all night.” I stroke my tongue against his before trailing my hand down to squeeze his cock through his pants, my eyes on his. I love the way he sucks in a sharp breath when I touch him, as if he’s on the edge of his self-control.

“What if I told you I like taking my time? I want to give you the attention you deserve,” he murmurs.

“Then I’d absolutely agree. I’m not in any hurry to rush to the finish line, but I’d rather you not drive me crazy with your talking.”

Heisdriving me crazy, but not with his words. He knows it, too. With his touch, he’s turned me into a hot mess of need and desire. He brushes his fingers along my cheek, and the rest of the freezing chill in me melts away.

“I’ll never let you be cold again,” he says.

And I don’t think he’s talking about our bout in the snow.

I shiver and it has everything to do with him, my body hungry and crying out for his, reacting in an instant. I love the roughness of his voice, and the dark eyes peering straight into my soul, demanding more from me than I’m usually able to give.

Tonight, I know. I’ll deny him nothing.

For only a moment, I glance out the window at the sky twinkling with stars, trying to get my thrashing heart under control.

Reid doesn’t want me in control.

His taunting chuckle draws me to greater heights before we both give in completely to the desire that has built since day one. My body answers his demands with a rush of heat to my core. Reid still takes his time. He still uses his tongue and his hands on me, finding every hollow, every soft spot and secret place.

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