Werewolf Wedding(69)

“That growly voice. The first time I heard you talk, it felt like there were ten pounds of rocks in my stomach. I could hardly think about anything else except that growly voice and those eyes of yours,” I breathed so softly I could hardly hear myself. “And now here we are.”

“Here we are,” he said, tilting my head back and putting the tip of his nose against mine. The scent of his skin filled my nose. “Life’s funny sometimes, ain’t it?”

Before I could give a pithy retort, Jake pulled my hips even closer to him. That big, thick rod inside his unbuttoned, unbuckled jeans pressed hard against my most sensitive place. The rough edges of the denim hanging down rubbed against my inner thighs. “You’re soaking wet,” he said in that growly, delicious voice that made my insides turn to black cherry Jell-O. And not the sugar free kind either. “Is it something I did?”

Each time he pulled back and left the slightest bit of space between our bodies, the air from the overhead fan cooled the sex on my panties, giving me a little chill. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me,” I admitted. “I didn’t even know it was possible.”

Jake kissed my neck, raising goosebumps down my shoulder and across my chest. My nipples perked up, rasping gently against the inside of my bra. “I’m learning that a lot of things I didn’t know were possible,” he kissed again, sucking at the hollow of my neck and then tugging the neck of my shirt down enough to kiss lower, “are.”

The warm finality of his voice, the wonderful gravity of his talking, had me so worked up that I could have thrown him backwards onto the floor and broken him in half. Well okay, maybe not broken him in half, but I could’ve really given it a shot.

The kisses trailing down my neck and between my breasts were enough to push me right up to the edge, but when Jake yanked my shirt over my head and ran his lips down the slope of my breast? Let’s just say that I felt like the coyote who just ran six feet past the edge before realizing there wasn’t any ground under my feet anymore.

His tongue pirouetted slowly around my breast, sliding over the fabric of my bra. I felt his wetness, his heat, his hunger, but in a muffled, subdued sort of way as he trailed the tip of his tongue all the way to my nipple.

As though my body was stretching for him, trying to do whatever it could to reach him, my nipples went rigid. They were so sensitive that when he cupped my other breast with his hand, I almost throbbed with anticipation as he rasped his palm over my bra. He circled gently with his thumb, so lightly that it was hard for me to believe someone as powerful as my Jake could be so careful.

A soft groan escaped my lips. Jake looked up at me, nibbled just a little on my peak, and smiled in a way that warmed me to the core. I found myself clutching at his head, holding him to my chest and refusing to let go. It was like I was afraid that if I stopped, he’d get away... as though he’d want to escape from what we were doing, which he most certainly didn’t, judging from the noises he was making.

“This,” he groaned, “is all I’ve ever dreamed.”

I tried to respond to his sweetness, but just when I did, Jake pulled my bra down and his rotating tongue found the hard pinkness underneath. I was lost. The entire world swirled around my head, and I felt like I was swimming in jelly. Warm, sensual, jelly.

Or maybe that was just the way my knees felt. Hard to say, honestly.

I grappled Jake around the waist with my ankles, pulling him roughly against me. The way his shirt slid on my bare skin reminded me that he was wearing one, which just wasn’t going to fly.

“That thing comes off,” I said, somehow, as I swallowed a gasp. “I need skin, come on, big boy.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at myself, and he smiled too. His eyes locked on mine, and for a second I thought he was going to somehow melt my brain with that gaze. Without taking his eyes off mine, he slid the soft flannel over his head. His hair tumbled down the sides of his face in a dark brown cascade, catching the light from the chandelier just perfectly.

“You’re beautiful,” I said with a little twist in my voice.

“You’re perfect,” he said back.

“But how? I’ve got more than I should in some places, and not enough in others.”

The grin he shot me could have killed a lion. “That’s what makes you perfect. You’re you.”

“I swear to god if you don’t lay me across this table and make me scream y our name right now... then, well... I’m not sure what I’ll do, but you’ll regret it.”

He let out a boom of laughter. “Trust me,” he said. “I might look dumb, but I’m so not stupid enough to miss this.”

For a second, his eyes flashed like fire in the night. He opened his mouth again, and I noticed that his teeth had grown ever so slightly.

“Your teeth...”

“Like I told Jeannie, when we’re really having a good time, there isn’t a whole lot we can do about the wolf coming out.”

I shrugged, with a smile on my lips. “We’re all animals, aren’t we?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

A growl slipped from Jake’s lips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long, long time,” he growled. Slowly, he pushed me backward until my head rested against the table. His lips touched the inside of my knee. He circled with his tongue, then sucked a kiss. Seconds later, he was just a little nearer the place I wanted him.