I craveallof her.
I want to take my time with her, taste her, feel her, claim her, until the only thing left in her mind is me.
I bite her lower lip, pulling a sharp gasp from her, and I don’t give her a chance to recover before I deepen the kiss. Before I lick my tongue into her mouth just so I can taste her.
Goddamn it, she tastes like cobbler on a cool autumn day. The rush of her breath against my lips sends a bolt of electricity through my veins, and I know right then that I’m not letting her go.
Not this time.
Her hands slide up to my chest, and I feel the flutter of her fingertips against my clothed skin setting me on fire. My muscles tighten involuntarily at the delicate touch, my breath catching in my throat.
God, she feels so soft. It’s maddening, the way her fingers trace the outline of my pecs, the warmth of her touch searing through the thin fabric of my shirt. I can’t stand it.
Can’t wait any longer.
My control snaps. It’s a dam breaking, all that restraint, all that self-control I’ve clung to for years, shattered in an instant. I need her,now.
The words explode in my mind, but I can barely hear them over the roar of my pulse. I want to feel her. All of her. Every inch. I need to touch her, let her know she’s mine.
“Lo,” I growl, thick with need, my hands already reaching for the hem of her shirt.
I don’t give her the chance to respond. I grab the fabric and rip her shirt open, the sound of it tearing in the air louder thananything else, and the sight of her exposed skin hits me in a shockwave.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. No, instead, she grabs my shirt and tugs it over my head in one swift motion. Her eyes rake over me. Hungry, desperate.
Just as desperate as I am.
Her chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths, and I can see it.Feelit. The tension in her body. The pull of her gorgeously peachy Omega scent wrapping around me in an invisible force, pulling us closer until there’s no space left between us.
Her fingers run over the rough, scarred surface of my chest, tracing the old burn mark on my forearm. It should hurt, the way she touches it so softly, but instead, I feel a deep, primal satisfaction. She’s marking me with her touch. She’s accepting me, scars and all, and it’s more than I can stand.
I reach down, grab the hem of her sports bra, my hands moving quickly, impatiently, as I tug it off with a yank, exposing the soft, round perfection of her breasts. The way they hang against her body, both of her nipples puckered and waiting for my tongue.
For my touch.
The sight of her, flushed and vulnerable in front of me, sends need straight to my groin. My mouth waters.
Mine.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to touch her. Taste her.
I need to feel her skin under my palms.
To remind myself that she is alive and well.
I push her back against the couch until we both drop down, feeling her softness sink into the cushions as I crawl over her, my body shaking with the intensity of it all. She’s so warm beneath me, her legs instinctively wrapping around my hips, pulling me closer, as though she can feel the raw urgency in every movement I make.
Her hands are all over me now, her nails scratching lightly against my skin as she yanks my pants down with her feet, her touch delicate but desperate. She’s shaking, just as I am, her breath coming in little gasps as she slips her fingers into the elastic of my boxers, trembling with anticipation.
“Oh, Lo, what are you doing to me?” I groan, my head falling to her shoulder as the head of my cock emerges from the waistband.
I’m rock hard, dripping for her, and aching with the need to bury my knot within her. I can’t think straight. My brain is fogged with desire, every inch of me alive with the sound of her breathing, the scent of her skin, the feel of her hands against my body.
I lift my gaze to hers, my vision blurry with lust, and I see the same hunger mirrored in her eyes. The same need. It burns between us, an unstoppable force, and I know, she knows, that neither of us can hold back any longer.
I need her more than I need air.
Her lips part in a small gasp as the rest of our clothes come off in a flurry. It’s like I blink and she’s naked beneath me. I can’t stand the tension any longer, the way she makes me a damn animal, wild and desperate to lay claim to her in the most primal way possible.
