Page 98 of Wind with a Chance of Wolfsbane

He groaned, thumping his head against the cave floor in hopes that it would do something to alleviate the painfully hard erection he was dealing with.

Nope.

His gums burned, and another type of hunger welled in him. The urge to let his teeth shift and sink his incisors into her flesh and drink her blood was nearly impossible to resist. It took a level of resolve Jonathan hadn’t been aware he even had.

Willa moved slightly on him, wiggling enough to cause pleasure to shoot through his groin and his hard-fought self-control almost to shatter.

He whimpered and cupped her bum tighter. His eyes were still closed. “Love, you’re killing me here. Try not to move, or let me take off my jeans, and then you’re welcome to moveallyou want on me.”

“Thatwasyou? You’re the man who helped me in Detroit?” she asked, shock evident in her voice. “You’re White-Shirt Guy?”

“White-Shirt Guy?” he echoed, peeking out of one eye.

Her hand came to his cheek as she stared down at him. A sexy smile spread over her face. “Hmm, I was right. I had a feeling you were very good-looking but couldn’t really see you since my glasses were broken. One perk to being like I am now, a wolf-shifter, is that I don’t need glasses anymore.”

He chuckled. “That explains why you didn’t recognize me back at the house. I nearly took offense.”

“Butyourecognized me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he breathed, trying to think of anything other than being inside her.

“Why didn’t you say something right away?” she asked, seemingly unfazed by being naked and sprawled onto him. She had to have noticed the bulge in his jeans. Was she choosing to ignore it, or did she not feel the same pull to him that he did to her? “Back at the house, I thought for a second that it might be you—the guy from Detroit—because of your voice, but I talked myself out of it. I mean, what are the odds?”

“Pretty hard,” he responded.

Confusion knit her brow. “Hard?”

“Erm,high,” he corrected, his body aching for release. “The odds were high. Not hard. I’m hard. Um, bollocks! Ignore me.”

“Oh.” She licked her lips. “Hard, you say?”

“Love,” he said, swallowing hard, the feel of her breasts smashed against his chest, nearly undoing him. “Can we have this conversation with you dressed or me totally undressed? Right now, all I’m really thinking about is the fact you’re naked on me.”

“Sorry,” she said as she blushed.

He found himself caressing her backside and holding her in place. “No. There is nothing to be sorry for. Trust me, I amveryhappy you’re naked on me, but I can’t focus like this. All I want to do right now is kiss you.”

“I’m fighting that urge too,” she breathed, her lips close to his.

“Willa,” he managed, stopping just shy of closing the small gap between his mouth and hers. He didn’t have enough control of himself or his wolf at the moment to resist the temptation she was presenting, and he’d never take her choices.

He fixated on the pulse in her neck, his gums burning again. He could almost taste her blood, the memory of it coating his tongue the night he’d claimed her eighteen years ago still fresh in his mind. He licked his lips, the edge of his mouth turning upward as he realized her blood had a slight taste of cinnamon to it—just like the way she smelled in human form.

I should have realized who she was to me.

“Yes?” she asked, her lips skimming his, sending fire to his groin.

He parted his lips, and raw need slammed through him. The smell of her arousal filtered over him, causing a desire-filled growl to rumble in his chest.

Her eyes flashed brightly again as her wolf responded to his. Her breath caught as she squirmed on top of him more. “Do you want me off you?” she asked, her mouth grazing his.

“No,” he said so fast and so loudly that he wasn’t sure how he didn’t scare her away. He cleared his throat. “Um, no. Love, I don’t want toevermove from this spot.”

She grinned somewhat. “Same.”

The next he knew, their mouths met, and desire crashed through him. Much to his delight, she opened her mouth, and their tongues intertwined.

Her hands roamed over his shoulders and upper chest as his hands kneaded her backside. He drew his hands up to the small of her back and then her sides.

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