Chapter 15 #3
Mere seconds later, I was panting like a dog.
He chose that moment to intensify his actions, making them rougher and full of need.
His tongue became an even greater weapon, joyfully assaulting me.
My clit was so sensitive that the next time he pulled the tender tissue between his teeth, I exploded with an entire body spasm, writhing in his hold the entire time.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
My whole body was on fire, aspects of physicality nothing but a beautiful blur as he refused to let me go, the tongue lashing keeping me in the stars.
Or maybe I was just seeing too many swirling around my head as the climax refused to ebb, leaving me painfully sensitive and deliriously satisfied.
Exhaustion grabbed me as soon as I came down from the high, my muscles now like jelly. He pulled me on top of him, purposely bending my one leg so he could hold and keep me close. I’d never felt such bliss before, even if there was a distinct rumble shared between us.
I couldn’t believe how ragged my breathing was, every labored breath causing a flurry of vibrant lights in my field of vision. He forced my head under his chin, laughing softly as he did.
“I think you’ve met your match,” I told him.
“I think you have that wrong. I think I am your match.”
My reaction to his words surprised me. I clawed his arm, not necessarily in drawing him closer, but because an unsettling feeling drifted through me. A knowing that he was right.
“I think you’re wrong.”
His sighs were heavy and deep. In seeing the way his eyes never left me, such predatory promise in their depths with focused intension, that constant prickles of electricity left me unnerved. “I saw a replay of how you handled a couple yo boys.”
“Yo boys?”
“You know the type. Fake brawn and no brain? The ones who snuck into the player’s area?”
I snapped my head up. “You did?”
“The jumbotron misses nothing. You’re a tough girl. People think we’re tight.”
“Hmm… Now, we can’t have that. Can we?”
His hooded eyes and the sinful smile on his face told me otherwise. The man was far too enticing. “Such a tough girl.”
A skittering of nerves jolted my system until I reminded myself it was a local broadcast. Nothing more. “Don’t forget that.” As soon as I punched him playfully as I’d done on the plane, I tried to pull away from him. “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”
Another wave of fire burned in the flecks of gold surrounding his irises. Yet the man was unaffected by his wolf. “I told you what would work.”
“Someday you need to tell me how and why.”
“Maybe someday I will,” he breathed in a deeper husky tone than before. Had I not noticed the dimples in his cheeks? Butterflies had returned to life, the man’s prowess building and churning the excitement.
“That should be interesting. Then we can indulge. A little. But…” I placed my fingertip against his nose.
He lifted his eyebrows. “But what?”
“On one condition. If you’re in pain tomorrow, I’ll need to tell Coach Stryker.”
The flash in his eyes was a clear indication he wasn’t interested in the conditions of my offer. “I’ll be fine.”
As if to test him, I pressed on his ribs and he flinched.
“I have no clue how you hid the pain or the tape, but my actions placed my job at risk. You do understand that. Don’t you?
We’re going under the impression your ribs are just bruised.
However, if they’re cracked or completely broken and you take a full body hit or whatever you call it, you could puncture a lung.
A pneumothorax is serious and I don’t give a damn if you’re a wolf and your anatomy typically allows you to heal faster, you are not invincible and I will not be party to causing your death. ”
“You do know I adore it when you offer doctor talk. It’s almost as if you care about me.”
“Don’t do that. Do not do that to me. For whatever crazy reason, I do care about you. Even if you are the most stubborn man in the world.”
I’d be damned if he didn’t sit up with a jerk, defying the anguish he no doubt was experiencing. That’s how hardheaded the man was. I still felt guilty as hell and even annoyed with him, but with his lips so close, I was leaning toward forgiving him.
If only for one night.
“Fine. I’ll concede to your cruel demands, but you’ll see I’m right,” he muttered. He wasn’t touching me yet the static between us was growing even more intense. I didn’t know that was possible.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Cruel demands, my ass.
“Yes, ma’am.” When he captured my mouth, every inch was filled with such a cataclysm of heat I was thrown by the rush of sensations.
The kiss was soft and intimate, the man controlling my lips while taking his time to savor the moment.
Within seconds, I was lightheaded, swooning in a way I didn’t think possible.
After he darted his tongue inside, I rolled my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair while squeezing his neck with my other hand.
Even my fingertips were scalded. I guess the saying was true about wolves running hot. Or maybe was just a slice of my nocturnal fantasy. It was as if his beast visited me nightly.
Maybe I wouldn’t tell anyone how thrilling that was.
Before I even witnessed movement, I was rolled over and plopped onto all fours with him behind me holding the scarf as a leash. “But of course only if you’re a very good girl. Funny how I doubt that will happen.”