Werewolf Wedding(68)

“The world could not be more perfect than it is right now,” he said, sweeping my hair out of my face and sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Well... I just thought of one way it could be...”

“Oh yeah?” I slid out of my chair and onto his lap. One of my legs went around the left side of Jake and the other went around the right. “Maybe like this?”

I felt his heart beat thumping between my legs and relished the intense warmth of his skin. “Is this better, would you say?”

His hands found their way down my back and settled on my hips. “The only thing now is that you’re still wearing all those clothes.”

I snorted a laugh as he reached behind me for something and let out a groan of effort as he grabbed whatever it was. Seconds later, a cool trickle ran down the back of my neck and I felt the tip of a strawberry make its way along my jaw. The sweet depth of aroma met my nose and instinctively I opened my lips as soon as he touched them.

“We can fix that,” I said in the instant before I bit. The mixture of the fruit’s tart, sweet juice, and the enveloping smoothness of the chocolate, caressed my tongue. And then, a split second later, Jake’s tongue replaced the berry.

I groaned as he explored my lips and our tongues wrestled inside my mouth, then his, before we parted. The instant he was gone, I wanted him back. I ached to taste him again and to feel those warm, red lips against mine.

“Yeah,” he said, “we can, can’t we?”

Effortlessly he hoisted me up on to the table. He followed me up, pushing my knees apart and shifting me against his body before reclining me down against the heavy oak table. “But before we do,” he said, “you told me you were hungry. I hope you like chocolate.”

His stormy eyes moved away from me for just a moment, and then glittered with mischief. I never took my gaze from him, not even when I felt warmth on my lips. Instantly I knew what it was – I’d know that rich, wonderful flavor anywhere. Opening my mouth just enough for him to stick the tip of his finger inside, I swirled my tongue around his finger, imagining it was a different part.

A warm shiver tingled through me, sending tendrils of pleasure up and down my back. I could hardly stand it, but the teasing somehow made me want him even more than I already did... which is honestly a little hard to imagine. As he kissed me again and again, I fiddled with the buckle on Jake’s thick, leather belt. For a moment I fantasized about him giving me a good whack or two with that thing right across the ass, but then I started in blushing again for no good reason.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, apparently sensing my embarrassment.

“Nothing,” I said. “I was just... it’s nothing.”

He pierced me with his eyes. “You can tell me anything. That’s how this works.”

“I know,” I said, “it’s just kind of embarrassing is all.”

“Nothing about you is embarrassing, get it?”

I swallowed, hard. I’d never admitted to anyone I was with exactly what kind of fantasies I had, because I always thought they were kinda weird. “When I was taking your belt off, I... started thinking about...”

Instead of admitting what I was imagining, I gave him a playful swat.

“Oh yeah?” a grin spread across Jake’s face, deepening the dimple in his left cheek. “We can probably do something about that.”

He pushed himself closer to me, and pulled me closer to him simultaneously. I felt his hardness press against my button, through my jeans, and immediately felt a twirl of excitement that started in my belly and crept all the way up my chest. It escaped my lips in a surprised little gasp, followed by a moan.

“From here on out,” he said, “no secrets. Anything you want, you tell me. Anything bothering you, you—”

“Don’t worry,” I tangled my fingers in his hair and sucked his earlobe as I whispered. “I’m not shy about a whole lot.”

I felt him squirm. “God you get me going,” he growled. And then in one swift movement, he tore at my jeans, yanking the button open and sliding them down my legs. I gasped in surprise, giggled a little. “I love the way you laugh.”

Breathing a little harder, I said, “I love the way you look at me.”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “Let’s make it simple. I just love you.”

My heart just about hit the floor. I couldn’t help it, not just then. All the safety and security and sense of home I felt when I with him? His saying out loud that he loved me made it all real somehow. For a second I couldn’t breathe very well, much less respond.

“I love you too,” I whispered, as soon as I was able to harness my stupor.

My hands slid down the front of Jake’s muscled stomach, and underneath the waist of his boxers. Hungrily, I grasped for him, and trilled with pleasure when his thickness filled both of my hands. Heat from his softest skin radiated through my palms and up my arms. He let out a low, rumbling growl. “I didn’t know it was possible to ache for someone, to yearn for them and need them like I do you. When we were apart, it felt like there was a hole in the pit of my stomach. And then I saw you again, and... I felt whole.”

“There it is,” I whispered, sucking on his chin, then his bottom lip. I smiled up at him, biting my lip softly as I did.

“There what is?”