Close Cover (Masters and Mercenaries #16)(27)

He groaned and ground himself against her core. “There’s nothing shrimpy about me down there. Now, mon loup would suffice. My wolf. I can be your wolf, ma crevette.”

“How about you show me how a wolf kisses and I’ll see what I can do.”

She could get to him so easily. There was no artifice, no playing around in her eyes. She wanted him and didn’t care that he knew it. Because she was honest in her desire, and that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“You know tomorrow we sign a contract and then you’re in trouble,” he promised before covering her mouth with his.

Kissing Lisa Daley was everything he’d worried it would be. The world melted away and he couldn’t think of anything but the soft woman in his arms and how warm she was, how good she felt plastered against him, how right it was to kiss her. He tangled their tongues together, sliding against her over and over again. There was nothing awkward. They fit together like they’d been born to nestle their bodies and flow into a new form.

But he wanted to taste more than her mouth.

He kissed his way down her neck and over her collarbone. Such sweet, delicate skin. When he rubbed his whiskers against her, she turned a lovely shade of pink. He would have to be careful when he spanked her or caned her. He would love the marks he left, but he wouldn’t do anything permanent to her.

He wouldn’t ask her to pierce these sweet nipples. He wouldn’t think about the fact that he could torture her by tugging on the rings. He sucked a nipple into his mouth hard, her body arching against his. He could feel the rush of her arousal coating his dick. Careful. He was close to heaven, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted her hotter, wanted her begging for it.

Her hands ran through his hair, tingling along his scalp as he suckled her breasts, one and then the other. He licked and sucked, gently most of the time and then giving her a hard nip or tug that would have her body shaking under his.

When those pink nipples had turned a lovely ruby, he kissed his way down her body again, loving the heady scent of her arousal. He was surrounded by her softness, her scent, and all that crazy thick hair. When it was down, it hit her waist and seemed to go everywhere, drawing him in and catching him. As long as she was his, she would never wear it up when they were alone. He wanted to be able to tangle his fingers in that hair and drag her down for a long kiss.

He eased his body down despite the raging protest of his cock. It could wait. He needed more than a little taste of her. He needed her all over his tongue.

He pressed her thighs wide, settling himself in. “You see, I meant what I said. You’re the most beautiful. Even here. Most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Then there was no more reason to talk. He set his mouth on her and let himself go. This was what he’d fucking dreamed of since the moment he’d met her. Even when he’d thought she was all wrong for him, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted her writhing under him, her legs wrapped around him and begging him for more.

“Please, Sir. Oh, please.”

Yes, that was the desperate sound he wanted to hear coming from her lips. She was trying to buck up, to force him to give her more, but he had her right where he wanted.

He split her labia with his tongue in order to lap up all that sweet cream she was making for him. She tasted like sunshine and fresh fruit, things he couldn’t get enough of. He speared her, penetrating her with his tongue and making her moan. His thumb found her clitoris and he pressed down and around, working to make a rhythm she couldn’t deny.

It was only moments before he felt her come against his tongue, her body shaking.

He got up on his knees and was surprised at how unsteady his hands were. Sex was a bodily function, something he fed because he operated better with it. This was different. He was engaged emotionally with this woman, and he couldn’t stand the idea of not pleasing her. Bringing his partner pleasure was always important, but this wasn’t some random woman he’d picked up in a bar. This was Lisa.

“If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to throw a hissy fit. Have you ever seen a hissy fit, Sir?” She was staring up at him in a way that made him wonder how long he’d hesitated.

“I have a younger sister. I have seen the power of the hissy.” He opened the condom wrapper and rolled it on his cock, stroking himself. “I want you to be sure you want me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

And he wasn’t talking about the physical. He didn’t want to be the reason she cried. He didn’t want to be one more man who disappointed her.

“Come here, Remy. I want you. For however long I can have you, I want you.” She reached for him and he was through fighting it.

He let his cock find her pussy, pressing in and thrusting in small passes. He was careful but she was a stubborn minx. She tilted her pelvis up and he groaned as he slid inside her, those tight muscles squeezing him like a vise. The pleasure damn near made his eyes roll back and he had to take a deep, steadying breath.

“Damn you feel so good, chèrie.” He held himself hard against her, locking their bodies together.

Her legs wound around his waist and he could feel her nails in the skin of his back. He welcomed the minor pain, wanted her mark on him, too.

“Come on then, mon loup. How does my wolf fuck?”

Yeah, the dirty girl did it for him. He leaned over and kissed that filthy mouth of hers. “Like he’ll die if he doesn’t get more of his girl.”