Page 17 of Awakening the Wild
Her pupils dilated as she felt my hardness against her core. "Yes."
"You're not a responsibility, Tonya." I slid my hands up her sides, my thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through her soft sweater. "You're not some charity case I'm taking pity on."
I leaned down to kiss her neck, tasting the rapid pulse at her throat. She tilted her head back, giving me better access, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"You're a woman I want so badly I can barely think straight," I continued, my voice rough against her skin. "A woman who makes me hard just by walking into the room. A woman who's driving me insane with need."
My hands found the hem of her sweater, and she lifted her arms to help me pull it over her head. Underneath, she wore a simple cotton bra that somehow looked sexier than any lingerie I'd ever seen.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I groaned, my eyes devouring the sight of her. "Perfect curves, perfect skin. I've been imagining this since the moment I found you in that storm."
Her breath hitched. "Kevin..."
"I've been thinking about touching you like this." I traced my fingers along the edge of her bra, watching her shiver. "Tasting you. Making you come on my tongue until you're screaming my name."
Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer. "Then do it."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I lifted her easily from the counter, carrying her to the thick rug in front of the fireplace. The fire cast dancing shadows on the walls, bathing her skin in golden light as I laid her down gently.
"You sure about this?" I asked, even though my body was screaming for her touch.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she said, reaching up to cup my face. "I want you, Kevin. All of you."
That was all the permission I needed. I kissed her deeply, pouring all my want and need into the contact. She responded with equal hunger, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulled me closer.
I took my time undressing her, worshipping each newly exposed inch of skin with my mouth and hands. When she was finally naked beneath me, golden and perfect in the firelight, I had to stop and just look.
"Don't," she said, moving to cover herself. "Don't stare."
I caught her hands, pinning them gently above her head. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking gorgeous, and I want to see all of you."
"Michael always said—"
"Michael was a blind fool," I said firmly. "You're perfect exactly as you are. Soft curves, creamy skin, these perfect tits that fit my hands like they were made for me."
I demonstrated by cupping her breasts, my large hands completely covering them. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"That's it, baby," I murmured, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "Let me hear how good it feels."
I lowered my head to take one peak into my mouth, sucking and biting gently until she was writhing beneath me. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her as pleasure shot through her system.
"Kevin, please," she gasped. "I need... I need more."
I kissed my way down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her soft belly—the belly I planned to fill with our children someday. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I looked up to meet her eyes.
"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," I commanded gently. "Let me taste what's mine."
She obeyed without hesitation, opening herself to my hungry gaze. She was beautiful everywhere—pink and swollen and glistening with arousal. The sight made my cock throb almost painfully.
"So fucking perfect," I growled, settling between her thighs. "And all mine."
I dove in like a man starved, using my tongue and lips to drive her to the edge of sanity. She tasted like heaven—sweetand musky and addictive. I could spend hours between her legs, making her come on my tongue over and over.
"Oh God, Kevin," she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I worked her with single-minded determination, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention on her clit. When I slipped two fingers inside her tight heat, she nearly came off the rug.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged, pumping my fingers in and out while my tongue worked her clit. "Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart."
