Page 15 of Claimed By the Bookstore Alpha
“Tell me." He brushed his fingers over my jaw. "Help me understand."
His skin on mine sent heat racing through my veins. I was losing this battle. The secrets I was keeping felt insignificant compared to how he was looking at me. No one had ever looked at me like I was something precious, not even my folks.
"Clark.”
He closed the last few inches between us and his hands framed my face as he kissed me.
The first touch of his lips were tentative. Was he giving me a chance to pull away? When I melted into him instead and gripped my own sweater on his shoulders, Clark moaned and deepened the kiss.
I savored the taste of coffee on his breath and when his tongue swept across my lower lip, I opened for him. In my mind, I worried I came across as not a very alpha-ish alpha. I didn’t take charge or demand in a relationship, not that I’d had one in years. I viewed any partner as an equal but I was so out of touch, so I let him guide me. Every instinct told me this was right and it was what we'd been building toward from the moment he’d walked into my store.
"Flynn," he said into my mouth.
Gods, he wanted me. That was what I heard in his voice and heat surged through me.
I backed us into the apartment and kicked the door closed behind us without breaking the kiss. Clark's hands were in my hair. His fingers threaded through the strands as our tongues curled around one another and made my knees weak.
"Are you sure?" We broke apart for air. I had to hear it from him, though unless my mind was offline for maintenance, his message was clear.
His answer was to pull my sweater over his head and toss it aside, baring the lean lines of his torso. "I've never been more sure of anything."
The sight of him rumpled and wanting me, shattered the last of my restraint. This was happening. I kissed him again, harder this time while backing him toward my bedroom.
We barely made it to the bed, and as my hands shook, I helped him out of his jeans. When he reached for my henley, I closed my eyes as his fingers skimmed against my skin.
"Gods.” He stroked around my nipple. “You're beautiful."
No one had ever called me that. Intimidating, yes. Difficult, certainly. But Clark said it like he meant it. Maybe he saw something in me that I'd never seen in myself.
The thought should have been terrifying.
I pulled him onto the bed, rolling us so he was beneath me, his dark hair spread across my pillow. The lamplight cast everything in warm gold and illuminated his skin.
"Tell me what you want.” I pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just below his ear.
He placed his lips against my ear. ”You. Just you. But?—“
Damn. He was going to back off or point out something about me he didn’t like.
“We’re both wearing too many clothes.”
That was a problem I looked forward to solving.
The cool air of the bedroom hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but it was Clark’s gaze that seared blistering heat into mybody. His eyes roamed over my chest while his fingers explored my back. He touched the roughness of my scars which were souvenirs from a territorial skirmish, and I waited for questions, but there were none.
He went back to teasing and pinching my nipples. I hissed and my hips jerked against his. He placed a soft kiss on my collarbone followed by one in the hollow of my throat.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he murmured.
That was easier said than done when every nerve ending was alight and the scent of his arousal filled my nostrils. My hands slid into his hair before guiding his mouth back to mine.
This kiss was less frantic than the earlier one. His tongue slid against mine and the heat built like a molten coil. My hips rocked against his, seeking friction while drawing a low groan from him that vibrated against my lips. The sound went straight to my cock which was already hard.
Clark scrambled to push his boxers off while I shimmied out of my jeans and briefs in one awkward movement. His human body was fragile in comparison to my shifter strength and I gently lowered myself onto him as the stiffness of his cock pressed against mine and made us both gasp.
His hands brushed over the curve of my ass, pulling me closer and grinding our hips together. The friction was exquisite and I imagined sparks zinging along my skin. I rocked against him, setting a slow, deep rhythm, my cock sliding against his while the pungent scent of slick drifted over us.
“Gods, you feel good.” I grazed my teeth over his collarbone and tamped down the urge to mark him as mine.
