Top Secret Vampire (Monsters, PI #4)

15. Reese

Chapter 15

Reese

W olf's lips moved across mine, exploring and eager. He tasted sweet, like the dark chocolate I adored, mixed with a flavor that was all Wolfram. Shivers rippled through me as his hands slid down my sides, his touch leaving a trail of warmth through the fabric of my shirt.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entry, and I parted them, eager to taste more. The sensation of his tongue gliding across mine sent a jolt of bliss through me. He deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking mine in a dance that made my heart race and everything inside me heat. I arched into him, craving this, craving his touch. As if he understood my plea, his hands slid beneath my shirt. He ran his fingers up and down my back, making me ache for him even more.

His touch remained gentle, the calluses on his hands showing me he’d lived life fully. He ran a fingertip along the line of my bra, before moving around to the front. I moaned as he shifted my bra up, his hands cupping my breasts softly, almost reverently.

He groaned, a sound of pure desire. Heat coiled low in my belly, gliding lower. He rolled my nipples, the sensation sending sparks across my bones. I moaned, pressing into his hands, seeking whatever this man could give me.

His touch was electric, his kiss intoxicating. His heart pounded against my palms, and I stroked his chest, teasing his nipples. His scent, a mixture of fresh air and something uniquely Wolf, wrapped around me, heightening my pleasure. I felt more alive than I ever had before.

I ran my fingers through his thick hair, the soft strands cool on my overheated skin. His kiss deepened, his tongue stroking mine. I could only think of what it would be like to have him stroke other parts of me. I moaned, my body aching with need.

His hands left my breasts, sliding down my sides, his thumbs tracing the curve of my waist. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer, pressing me in a way that left no doubt that he wanted me as much as I did him. His cock jerked upward, hard and eager. When he nudged it between my thighs, heat roared through me.

I pulled away, sucking in deep breaths, trembling with need. His dark, intense gaze met mine, the desire in them clear. I wanted him so much.

Leaning in, I captured his lips in a fierce kiss, my hands exploring his chest and shoulders with the same intensity that he continued to stroke mine. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter, his body arching into mine. I ached with desire.

I was lost in him, lost in this moment, lost in the sensation of his touch, his kiss, his body. And I didn't care. I never wanted to be found. I wanted to stay like this forever.

He lowered me onto the cushions and rose over me, still kissing me, his fingers stroking my breast. When he lifted his head, I saw so much in his dark eyes. The world.

Us.

“I want to bring you joy,” he said.

“You already do.” But I knew what he meant. He was asking if I was interested in more than just kisses. For tonight, when everything felt sad and hopeless, I wanted to find joy with this man alone.

“What do you want from me, Reese?” There was no mistaking the restrained need in his voice. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“Take me to bed, Wolfie.”

He grumbled about the nickname but sent me a shy smile. “I should chastise you. Tell you you’re going to pay for teasing me unmercifully with that wretched Wolfie , but I find I’m coming to enjoy it. Please, however, do not use it around anyone else. I’m an ancient vampire, I’ll never live it down if you do.”

“Deal.”

He stood and lifted me into his arms. I stroked along the nape of his neck as he carried me up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom.

“No mistifying?” I asked.

“I want to carry you.”