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Yes. Yes, she would. So in my mind, I took off my big girl panties and swapped them for a sexy, lacy thong.I could do this. I could do this.

I bit my lip, then said, “You hungry, cowboy?”

5

JOHNNY

Was I hungry?For my mate? I’d never been so hard in my life. My mouth watered to get a taste of her. Right from the fucking source.

I wanted to bite her shoulder. Claim her. Mark her. Her scent, like not-burned cookies and honey, was making my wolf go insane.

She was human.HUMAN. I couldn’t fucking mark her right now.

But she’d given me the go-ahead to eat her out.

Fuck, she sure as hell did. By the look in her dark eyes, the way she bit her lip, she wanted this as much as I did. But there was wariness and surprise, too. As if shedidn’t invite every cowboy who came to the door to eat her out.

She’d better fucking not.

This was different. We were different. Five minutes was more than enough time for me to know that. I’d only needed one whiff of her scent.

She felt it. Needed this connection. Even as a human who knew nothing about shifters. I’d start with that. Her desire to have me make her come. Then and only then would I figure out how to tell her about why she was so instantly attracted to me, about shifters, and that she was going to be with one–me–for the rest of her life.

Pussy licking and finger fucking was happening. My wolf and dick were in agreement.

First, her mouth and every inch of her perfect body in between.

Stepping forward and with my hand on the curve of her waist, I pressed her against the wall beside the alarm panel. I took my hat off and dropped it on the floor. Slowly lowered my head as I watched her eyes and saw them fall closed.

Then my mouth was on hers.

I growled. My wolf snarled. She moaned.

Fuck, yes.

She tasted sweet, but wild. A hint of desperation clung to the kiss, and her fingers as they curled into my shirt, as if I might stop.

Not fucking happening.

I had no idea how long we kissed, and I could’ve kept at it for hours, days, even, but I wanted more.

Moving from her lips to her jaw, I kissed along it to her ear where I murmured, “Fucking gorgeous,” before I dropped to my knees.

She was so much smaller than me that even kneeling, she was only a few inches taller. Our eyes met. Hers were dark pools, hazy with desire. Her cheeks were pink. So were her lips, swollen and damp.

I was ready to find out if her other lips were in the same condition.

With steady fingers–this was my mate, and I’d never been so sure about anything–I tugged up the hem of her t-shirt up. I did it slowly, watching her eyes the entire time. I didn’t lift it over her head, only up and over her full breasts, so it bunched beneath her armpits. I liked this, baring parts of her that were just for me.

Like her pale pink bra that cupped and lifted those gorgeous swells to perfection. If she was this stunning in plain cotton, I wasn’t sure if I could survive seeing her in a sexy teddy or lingerie.

Oh, but what a way to go.

I kissed the valley between her tits, then lower down her soft stomach. Licking around her navel, I undid her jeans. Thank fuck they were the loose kind. What werethey called, boyfriend-cut? More like mate-cut for easier access.

With the button undone and the zipper lowered, the waist slipped down. Her scent was stronger now, and my mouth watered. I wondered if I was drooling. I looked up, watched her eyes as I pushed the denim over her hips and lower to bunch around her ankles.

She wasn’t saying a word, but her breath was ragged, her tits jiggling in the confines of her bra.

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