Page 64 of Sparks Flying

“I’ve never been out to California, but maybe it’s time I see it for myself.”

The truth was, I didn’t want to move. My life was here, but what kind of life would it be without my heart in it?

“It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed.

“I don’t want to think about all the details right now. We feel right together, don’t we?”

“Yes. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” I chuckled.

“I’m going to overthink everything.”

“I already gathered that.”

“I don’t want to think right now.”

“You said that. So what do you want?”

“I think I want you.”

“You think?”

“I think. And I think I want to make you feel as good as you did in the shower, because that made me feel good, too.”

I gulped hard, then leaned in to kiss her. I knew I could seduce her. I had nature on my side for that. She wanted me, maybe even needed me the same way I was desperate for more of her.

“Today, we’re covering a lot of firsts,” I teased, nibbling at the corner of her mouth and allowing my hands to finally roam the soft skin on her belly.

“Oh yeah? What firsts for you?”

I grinned. “Let’s see. The first time you touched me. The first time I’ve spent two days in a row with the same girl. The first time I took my time to really appreciate this spot right here.” I nibbled just below her ear where she had squirmed and moaned previously.

“I like that spot,” she admitted.

“I noticed. You’re going to like this too,” I assured her as I cupped her breast in my hand.

She gasped, and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“I think you’re right,” she said breathlessly.

Feeling more confident, I stopped talking and explored her thoroughly with my mouth and hands until her breathing was choppy and her nails bit into my back.

It was a heady feeling to know I could make her orgasm without even removing her pants.

When my lips reclaimed hers, she seemed to come alive in her own sexuality as she tugged off my shirt, and then pushed me back against the couch to straddle me.

It was that same excited determination I’d seen this morning in the shower. My little wolf liked to be in control. But so did I. I was fully intent on reclaiming control of the situation when she unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, taking my boxers with them.

When I reached for the buttons of her jeans, she playfully smacked my hands away.

“Uh-uh. If I’m naked, so are you.”

She seemed to consider that for a moment. Resolved, she stood up and stripped off the remainder of her clothes before returning to me. This time, when she straddled my lap, she was exactly where I desperately wanted her.

I could feel the heat of her core and smell her essence. It dawned on me that I could smell everything more clearly now. But then she kissed my chest and began lowering herself to the floor, right between my legs and all conscious thought fled me.

Bailey looked like she was on a mission, concentrating hard, like she was trying to puzzle something out.

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