Page 55 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
I peel off her socks, seeing her toes are almost blue. I rub them between my hands, willing warmth back into her extremities. Reaching for her jeans, I get them unbuttoned and slide them down her legs, trying not to notice the lacy scrap of material that passes for panties covering her pussy. Unfortunately, my cock has other ideas and hardens instantly.
I wrestle her out of her jacket, scarf, and sweater, removing her hat so her blonde curls tumble free. The smell of coconuts teases my nostrils, a scent branded on my brain since I kissed her earlier. I gaze down at her in her bra and panties. She looks like a curvy cherub, all lush curves, and rounded lines. My dick jerks behind my jeans again, demanding to mark his mate inside and out. He will, but not yet. She needs time to accept that she belongs to me now.
Goosebumps break out over her skin, and she shivers and moans. I curse myself for staring at her like a lovesick teenager while she’s suffering from the cold. Standing, I strip down to my boxers and crawl in next to her, pulling her against me and wrapping us in the heavy duvet. Her icy skin does nothing to cool the lust bubbling through my veins like lava, causing my cock to dig into her stomach.
Daisy mumbles something under her breath and snuggles into me, burying her face in my neck. The shivers coursing through her body slowly ease as the minutes tick by until, eventually, she sighs and melts into me completely.
Chapter Seven
Daisy
I’m completely enveloped in warmth. It’s an amazing feeling, a comfort, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My eyes feel heavy as I slowly open them to see my head is resting on a hard male chest.
My breath hitches for a second as I remember the events of last night. Mom telling me I was never wanted by her or my father. That I was an accident. The only reason I’m here is because she left it too late to terminate me.
I took shelter in my car, but it was so cold—I’ve never been that cold in my life. Within minutes, my fingers were numb, and I was shivering uncontrollably despite bundling myself in the blanket I always keep on the back seat. I must’ve succumbed to thecold and fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was a flashlight shining into the car. Then I saw Drayton’s worried face, and I couldn’t get out of the car and into his arms fast enough. The rest is a blur of mind-numbing coldness that seemed to seep into my bones and shut down my body. But it was okay because I knew I was safe. My sheriff had found me.
And here I am, in what I assume is his bed, wrapped around him tightly. And I never want to let go. I close my eyes again and breathe him in. His aftershave mingles with his unique scent, creating a warm, earthy aroma that’s indescribable but all him.
Still half-asleep, I cuddle even closer. When my breasts rub against the hairs on his chest, it dawns on me that I’m only wearing my bra and panties. Suddenly, I’m wide awake.
Drayton grunts in his sleep, and his hands go to my hips, digging into my skin. My breath quickens as I feel his erection pressing between my legs. Is it me he’s reacting to, or is this the morning wood I keep hearing about? Instinctively, I rock my hips a little and feel his cock rub along the seam of my pussy, igniting a delicious throb there. I do it again, wanting to repeat that spark of pleasure. I’ve gottenmyself off many times, but this is different. New. Exciting.
“Sweet thing, you’re killing me,” Drayton growls, and the sound vibrates through his chest to mine.
My breath hitches when he calls me that, like we’re already lovers. I open my eyes, meeting his striking blue ones up close. Brushing my nose along his neck, I place a kiss there, his soft beard tickling my face. It’s not enough. I want to know what he tastes like, so I dart my tongue out to lick his skin.
He’s turned on—there’s no denying that judging by the baseball bat lodged between my thighs. Holy crap, that thing feels like it could split me in two!
Feeling unusually bold, I slide my hand up his chest, enjoying the sensation of the scattering of hair there that teases my fingertips. When I reach his shoulder, the texture of his skin changes, becoming puckered.
“Shrapnel wound,” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling the prick of tears behind my eyes. I lean forward, pressing a kiss against the scarred flesh.
Drayton sucks in a breath at the light caress, and his cock jerks against me. He puts a finger undermy chin, tipping my face up to his. “Where the fuck did you come from, my little cherub? Who the fuck is looking after heaven while you’re down here?”
At first, I think he’s joking, but his eyes are burning with an intensity that warms me down to my toes.
“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were an arrogant asshole yesterday, but I couldn’t have been more wrong, could I? Thank you for coming to get me. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel so safe.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Safe? Oh, you’re not safe with me,” he says, rolling me onto my back and looming over me with a look that sets my stomach quivering.
I stare into his blue eyes, losing myself in their azure depths. His lower body is pressing against mine, and without thinking, I open my legs a little so that his cock is nestled right against my lace-clad pussy.
He groans as if he’s in pain, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, scared he’s going to pull away from me. I have no idea where this bold woman has appeared from, but I know that being in this man’s arms feels incredibly right. I’ve had very little in my life that’s felt this good, this deep, and I don’t want tolet go.
“How you feeling? Still cold?” he asks, brushing my curls away from my face.
“No.” I shake my head. My cheeks aren’t flushed because I’m cold. In fact, I’m hotter than I’ve ever been.
Drayton reads my expression and smiles, pulling me into him even more intimately.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, faintly awed by the emotions washing over me.
“Same thing you’re doing to me,” he mutters. “Felt it the second you walked into The Hideaway. I think that’s why I was such as ass. Had me all tied up in knots from that first glance, sweet thing.”
He slides a hand under my ass to hold me in place as he moves against me again, and I moan at the surge of pleasure. He leans in, feathering kisses across my forehead and eyes while he moves his hips in the cradle of mine, his hard cock striking my clit through my panties with each leisurely thrust.
