Page 21 of Drive me Wild (South Island Shifters)

“Do you want to dance?” I lean over, asking Winter, who is sitting with me at the table while watching everyone else on the winery’s dance floor. Liliana’s birthday celebration partiers are the only ones still at the winery as we closed to the main public an hour ago.

“Oh, no. I’ve got two left feet,” Winter says. “It looks fun, though.”

I sigh and get out of my seat. Holding out my hand to her, she looks so unsure.

“Dance with me. We might as well practice for later.” I wink.

She gets out of her seat and takes my hand. The familiar energy I feel whenever Winter is around envelopes me as we make our way to the dance floor. I spin her around and watch her eyes as they sparkle with delight.

Moving to the music, I wrap my arms around her, her ass pressed into my crotch, only making this more agonising. She spins in my arms again, this time wrapping her arms around my neck, her hips rocking into mine. My cock throbs against my pants. Fuck, I meant this to be a slow dance, but now it’s turned into us practically fucking on the dancefloor. I hope this is going to lead where I want it to.

She leans up and presses her lips to mine. It’s not a soft kiss; carnal need is driving it. She’s claiming me as hers, and I’m allowing it. I drag my hand down her back which only makes her press herself into me harder. Her sweet moans pouring into my mouth tell me everything I need to know. Tonight is the night.

She pulls away from me, her steel-grey eyes full of desire, “Let’s go home.”

“Your wish is my command.”

She walks back over to the table, grabs her purse and then says goodbye to Liliana.

We exit the building and walk out to my car. We don’t make it inside the vehicle before she slides her hands around my neck and pulls me to her. Bending, I lift her onto the bonnet and wrap her legs around me, grateful right now for the privacy that the trellises create between the car park and the restaurant. Our mouths tango as she glides her hands into my hair while I drag my lips down her jawline towards her neck.

Gripping her breasts within my hands, they’re perfect, so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to bury my face in them, then lick her nipples while I drive her wild. I glide my hand down her body before sliding it onto her thigh. It’s a little awkward, but my prize isn’t her leg but what’s between them. Moving it higher, I return my mouth to hers as I rub two fingers over her panties and swollen clit. She shakes in my arms and grinds against me. I do this a few more times before she rips her mouth away.

“Take me home, now!” The look in her eyes is wild and untamed. Just the way I fucking want her. Tonight, I’ll make her scream and come again and again until she can’t move.

“Your place or mine?” I ask without thinking. I shouldn’t have offered mine. No woman has shared my bed in six years, nor do I want one to, even if I think she’s my mate.

“Mine. Because if you’re shit in bed, then I can kick you out afterwards.” She grins at me. I growl and return my mouth to hers, only this time my hand slides beneath her panties, my finger into her warm, wet sheath. She lets out a sexual moan right into my mouth as I pump two fingers in and out of her, teasing. Aiming to drive her wild, I slip my fingers out of her, making her whimper.

Ripping my mouth away from hers, I say, “I am not shit in bed. I can make you come right here if I want to.”

She looks at me. “Do it.” Pushing my digits back inside her, she rolls her head back onto my shoulder as I pump my fingers. Her hips jerk wildly against my hand. While I want this to last longer, it can’t. We aren’t exactly alone, and anyone could walk in on us. Sliding my thumb over her clit, her panties are in my way, and I want nothing more than to tear them off. She moans into my shoulder. “Declan…fuck…I’m…” She doesn’t get the rest of the words out as she rocks her head forward onto my shoulder. Her walls tighten around my digits as I continue to pump them in and out of her. I accepted her challenge, and I’m not about to stop, but I can’t wait to feel that around my cock.

When I hear the familiar sound of someone walking out of the restaurant, I slip my fingers away, making her whimper. It’s not a sound I want to hear from her gorgeous lips, ever, but it couldn’t be helped.

“What’s going on here?” Graham asks as he moves towards the driver’s door of his car.

“Nothing, officer, I assure you,” I reply.

He grins. “Get her home, Declan, and do that stuff in private.” He knew, the fucker. Graham climbs into his car as Winter looks up at me.

“That was close,” she whispers.

“Too close. He’s right, though. I need to get you in private.”

“Wait, how did he know your name? Do you get into trouble with the law much?” she asks as I help her off the bonnet. I open the car door for her.

“Why? Do you like the bad boys?”

“I’d like you to finish what you fucking started by using your fingers, your tongueandyour cock.”

“I promise I will finish it.”

She stops and slides a hand onto my chest, looking deep into my eyes. “Declan, take it slow with me tonight. I haven’t had sex in six years, at least not with a real man.”

“I’ll go real easy, sweetheart.” I will take it slow and give her as much pleasure as I can for one night only. That’s one night to rock her world and hopefully get this silly notion of her being my mate out of my head. Despite my aim to do just that, I get the feeling she won’t be the one coming back for more. The one begging will be me, and all this negating what my emotions are telling me will be for naught.

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