Page 52 of She Wolf

Gunner falls back down on the bed and in one swift move has his toned arm around me and my head on his brawny chest and shoulder.

He's smooth, you gotta give it to him.

“So, there's no more packing to be done, food will be a while and Jack's out cold. Any idea what we can do in this small window of time?” he says into my hair, my exposed skin erupts in goose flesh as his strong fingers stroke up and down my back.

I tilt my head up and stare into his expressive brown eyes. He's gorgeous, but when he looks at me like I'm some sort of coveted prize, I completely melt.

Being wanted like this, it's heady.

He moves his face closer to mine and kisses me. It's not as intense as some of the kisses we've shared but it's not as tentative as the first time Gunner's lips were on mine.

He's sure and steady giving me just enough. That is, until he groans and pulls away.

“Fuck, we need to sit up.” He grabs both my arms lifting me up and then pulls on

the back of his neck. “Shall we just wait for the food downstairs.? Yeah, we should just go downstairs.”

He says it out loud, but I think he’s talking to himself especially as he continues.

“Okay then. Come on then, let's just go downstairs.” Except he doesn't move. Not one

muscle. Just his mouth moving a mile a minute and when he realizes this, he groans again, pulling on his neck again—which I now know is his tell.

“What's wrong Gunner, are you okay?"

“Me? I am fine. Just fine. All fine.”

I can't help it; I laugh. It starts out as a little giggle but then it's exploding into full-blown laughter.

I push him down and climb back over him, so I'm straddling his huge thighs. His big hands going straight to my waist.

“Why have you stop kissing me?” I ask softly, pecking the corner of his mouth a few times.

“Because I'm trying to be gentlemanly and it's pretty hard when we're lying on your bed, making out. My hands want to travel, and my teeth want to bite. My lips want to be everywhere all at once and my—”

I silence him by taking his mouth with my own. He dissolves into the bed, but his hands stay firmly on the material of my jean shorts. I let my hands roam, hoping he'll eventually do the same.

My fingertips dip under the fabric of his light blue t-shirt, his warm tight skin bouncing as the muscles below shiver and jump.

Our tongues continue to dance and tangle, and I feel myself slowly inch further up his legs until I'm directly above what was obviously part of his gentleman's problem. Although he didn’t mind squashing that thing into me in the pantry—or out in his yard.

My breath catches as I'm flipped and suddenly, he's above me, all sense of careful, exploration gone.

He drags what can only be described as his steel hard rod over my aching center, the seam of my jean shorts adding to the friction we're both now searching for.

His mouth is hot and wet, his breaths labored, and with a simple lift of my hips, my eyes are rolling into the back of my head and he's groaning.How kissing—fully clothed and rubbing together can be so absolutely incredible, is surprising.

“Fuck, Coralie. What are you doing to me?” he whispers into my neck.

A whimper is all I can muster as I chase his mouth, drawing it back to mine. We kiss with purpose as we glide together and the hot buzz that's been fizzing its way down my spine, starts to build.

The heat rolls off his body as we grind together, my nails biting into his skin, his hold firm and demanding.

“Oh shit,” Gunner growls just as I detonate, and he swallows my cries.

It's so much, I have to pull my mouth away, unable to catch my breath. His chest heaves as he rolls off me, embarrassment clouding over my sexy high.

“There's no way that just happened,” I say as I cover my sweat sheened face with my hands.

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