One True Mate: Shifter's Solace (Kindle Worlds Novella)(12)

Ivy tsked and leaned across with a napkin, wiping it away. “Who would have thought my dream guy would be such a messy eater?” she said.

They both froze.

Rory stared at her for a long moment.

Then, without a word, he rose from the table. He threw a few notes onto the table, took Ivy’s hand in his, and led her out of the restaurant and onto the street.

“Rory…” she began, but he shook his head and backed her up against a wall between two storefronts, cradling her face between his big hands. She was trapped between the brickwork and his body, and her heart was thrumming madly in her chest.

Before she could speak again – make some excuse for the words that had slipped out of her mouth – he dipped his head and kissed her.

It was sweet, and gentle, and slow, and it sent arousal cascading all the way down her body until her toes curled.

She opened to him. She couldn’t help it. He was so strong and he smelled so good – musky and wild like in her vision, but so good. She locked her arms around his waist, and he trailed his hand down her neck, then down to the curve at the side of her breast. He tucked his other thumb into the belt loop of her jeans, splaying his fingers over her hip, and tugged her lower body against his, letting her feel the solid length of his erection.

An ache of longing started between her thighs, and she moaned against his mouth. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue against hers, then drew away, too soon.

“We have to stop,” he said breathlessly as she chased his mouth, trying to draw him back into the kiss. She knew she shouldn’t, but she wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Why?” she murmured against his mouth, and he groaned and stole another kiss, pressing his hips against hers. She could feel how hard he was for her, and her pussy answered with a trickle of slick heat.

“There’s no privacy at the firehouse,” he said desperately, trying to untangle her arms from around his body. “And as much as I’d like to fuck you right here in the street…”

If any part of her had still been hesitating, those words snatched the last shreds of her resistance away on a thrill of arousal.

“We can go back to my place,” she said.





Chapter Ten


They burst through the door into her tiny, empty apartment, their mouths locked together, hands all over each other’s bodies. Ivy slapped blindly for the light switch on the wall, then gave up as Rory hooked her knee over his hip, grinding against her core. He broke away for just a moment to kick the door shut behind him, then spun Ivy around and put her back against it, pressing her against the painted wooden surface with the full weight of his body.

She tugged the hem of his T-shirt up and ran her hands underneath, over the smooth, hard flesh of his toned stomach and further up to the sparse scattering of hair across his pecs. He laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head to the side so he could suckle on her earlobe and kiss and bite the side of her neck, his breathing fast and excited. Then he drew back for a moment and skimmed her T-shirt over her head.

Her fingers went to his fly, and she shoved his jeans and pants down over his hips. His erection sprang free, hard and thick, the head already slick with pre-cum as she ran her fingers over it then wrapped her hand around his length.

He groaned into her mouth, and unbuttoned her jeans as she worked his shaft, running her hand along his full length, squeezing gently to coax more deep sounds of pleasure from him. Then he hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the door as she guided him to her slick pussy and he drove himself inside her in a single hard, greedy thrust.

She whimpered and dug her fingers into his back, holding on for dear life as he fucked her right there against the door, making it bang in its frame as he plunged in and out of her slick, needy body.

She felt the rising tension coiling inside her as his cock dragged over her G-spot each time he withdrew and nudged her clit each time he thrust back inside her, and her breathless moans made him groan and hide his face against her neck, struggling for control.

As she tumbled over the edge into orgasm, she gave a brief, hoarse cry and grabbed his ass, urging him inside her harder and faster as the bliss spilled over from her pussy and washed out through the rest of her body.

He fucked her helplessly, out of control, the door rattling in its frame, and as her intimate muscles tightened around him with each sweet, exquisite throb of her climax, he threw back his head and shouted, the sound raw with bliss as he spilled himself inside her over and over again.

He lowered her feet to the floor as they caught their breath, frantic heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

Then she leaned past him to switch on the light, grazing a teasing kiss over his pec as she did so, and she took his hand and led him over to her neatly made, narrow single bed.

This time, they took it slow and sweet. They undressed each other, exploring each new inch of skin that was exposed with fingers and mouths. He grazed her collarbone with his teeth and kissed her breasts, dark lashes fluttering closed against his cheeks as he drew her nipple into his mouth; she explored the powerful muscles of his thighs, the planes and valleys of his finely muscled torso, the strong column of his neck.

Rory worked his way down her body, sucking her nipples into tight pink peaks then dragging his lips further down, dipping his tongue into her navel and parting her thighs with his big hands, opening her slick pink folds to his gaze.