After giving the tree canopy above him a quick glance, Theron drops trou.Of course, he’s not wearing underpants.And of course, he’s even more perfect than I could ever imagine.
I am in for what my mom’s girlfriends refer to as a ground and pound, because this man is handling some heavy equipment.
Stepping out of his jeans, he kicks them aside.
“You look good enough to eat, Aila,” he growls, drops to a crouch, and comes prowling closer.
ChapterEight
Theron
Acknowledging that it is her turn to share makes Aila blush, but she keeps her chin up all the same.
She has no imperfections to hide, as far as I’m concerned.Only natural shyness at what we are about to do makes her body tremble as I lift the top over her head.
Aila blushes as the blood rushes to her erogenous zones.
She sits like a mermaid in the grove; the rosy tint in her cheeks is absurdly endearing.
“Here.”Pulling the band holding her ponytail with one finger, I let her hair fall down to cover her pert breasts.“Come lie with me.”
She melts into my fierce embrace, surrendering herself to me.I must possess her body and soul.But for now, I am satisfied with her body.
Our kiss bonds us, giving me the chance to read her mind.It is not always possible for a hunter like me to intrude upon a victim’s thoughts, but intimacy helps.
Dark, fleeting images seem to crowd Aila’s daydreams.She’s thinking about the risks of being alone with me.No one saw us leave.No one knows where we are.And now she’s trusting me to make sweet love to her in the shadows…
No.Not quite.Aila is weighing up the possibility that I might be a little bit mad and bad, and a whole lot of dangerous.And it is that which excites her.
She sighs, pressing herself against my chest, melding her body to mine.Her craving matches mine, measure for measure.I have yearned for this moment from the start—and so has she.Our restless energies hope to be satisfied after this.
Running my fingers down her arm, to her hip, and over her thigh while we kiss gives me great pleasure.Not only is her skin golden and smooth, but the motion releases Aila’s special perfume into the hot summer air.
The rush of moisture to my mouth forces me to pull back so I can swallow.My fangs are not fully outdrawn, but they are close to it.Doing what I live to do is not so easy in the light.Fucking and sucking belong in the dark.
Aila opens her eyes but says nothing.The woman has remarkable self-control.There is no “why did you stop?”or any kind of doubt.She can see the worship in my eyes; she knows how badly I have wanted to do this—and for so long.
Wiggling out of her panties, Aila is about to throw the lacy undergarment away, but I stop her.“Give them to me.”
“Aren’t you a little old to be collecting trophies, Theron?”
“I do not collect trophies, Aila.I collect fragrances.”
A small frown creases her brow.“My scent?Oh, you mean like those websites that send you used ladies’ underwear sealed in plastic?”
“The scent of a stranger holds no appeal for me, Aila.I only want you.”
Every time she moves, a scattering of her pheromones spirals up my nostrils and down my throat.My body is reacting to her fragrance so intensely that my cock spasms.This is the first time in my long life that I have been close to losing control.
Fuck!I nearly jizzed on her like a teen during his first makeout session!
Biting down on the inside of my cheek, I fabricate pain to clear my mind.After four years, I now have my chance with this woman, and there is no way I’m letting a loss of self-control get in the way of making it last.
Instinctively, she knows not to touch my pulsing manhood.If we want savor this moment, I must get my urges under control.One caress or one kiss too many will push me closer to the edge.
Running her hands over my chest, she dares to lick me.“You are so hard everywhere.So cold.”
“Blame it on the shade.But I can assure you I am on fire for you, darlin’.Never been this hot for any woman before.”
