Knox lifted his gaze to hers, and she was stunned to see that his normally brown eyes were swirling with gold. Why, she couldn’t say. Without a word, he lowered his head again and ever so gently kissed the scar, murmuring something even her werewolf ears couldn’t make out. A moment later, he continued his way down her body, nipping along her ribs and down her abs, spending a few extra seconds making love to her belly button.
“I think you’ve found a new happy place,” she sighed, wanting to let him know she’d appreciate it if he hung around that area a while longer.
He didn’t disappoint her.
Knox’s amazingly careful inspection of her body led him to her right hip, where he slowed again with a soft chuckle. “A tattoo of a wolf’s head with the wordSWATabove it? Is that an inside joke or something?”
Rachel let out a throaty laugh as his lips and tongue traced the outline of the wolf’s head. “It’s a pack thing. Each member gets one as soon as they’re accepted onto the team.”
“So, you have to be part of the team then, huh?” He snorted. “I guess that means no wolf’s head tat for me.”
She opened her mouth to tell him it wasn’t like that, but the words got lost as he continued his exploration, following the crease of her thigh as he slowly spread her legs. Then his lips found that sensitive place in between them, and any meaningful thoughts she’d been having completely evaporated.
Knox definitely knew what he was doing down there, sliding his tongue up and down the folds of her pussy, occasionally moving upward to trace slow, methodical circles around her clit. It felt absolutely incredible, and she was sure she’d orgasm if he kept doing what he was doing. But every time she got close, he’d pull away and lick her folds again. She grabbed his hair, trying to guide him to her clit, but he stubbornly refused to follow her helpful suggestions.
Just when Rachel thought she might actually have to resort to force to get him to stop teasing her, Knox slid two fingers inside her wetness, finding that perfect spot like he had a GPS tracker telling him where to go. At the same time, his mouth came down over her clit and he began flicking his tongue in perfect rhythm.
It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before her entire body clenched up and she was hit with an orgasm that made her whole field of vision go bright white, like a sun had exploded into a supernova right above her. Knox rode with her through it, his fingers and tongue making waves of pleasure wash over her.
By the time she’d collapsed back onto the bed in a sweaty, loose-limbed pile of melted goo, she was sure Knox—or at least his tongue—had ruined her forever.
Rachel suddenly felt a tickling sensation along her body, and she looked down to see her hero-turned-lover kissing his way up her tummy until his face was directly above hers.
He grinned. “Sorry to bother you in your moment of orgasmic bliss, but do you happen to have a condom somewhere? If not, I guess I could do with some duct tape and a rubber band. Though I’m not too sure of the reliability of that particular method.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Top drawer of the nightstand. You might have to dig around a bit to find them. It’s been a while.”
He leaned across her body, opening the drawer and rummaging around, finally coming up with a foil-wrapped packet. The molten expression in his eyes as he stepped off the bed to get undressed was enough to make her tingle all over again. She hadn’t really been thinking about round two, since round one had turned her head to mush, but now that it was about to happen, she had to admit she was excited at the prospect of having him inside her.
Knox reached over his shoulder to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Rachel sighed contentedly. As fetishes went, this one was mild, but she’d always loved watching a guy get undressed, especially when they yanked their shirts off that way. Most women got undressed pretty much the same way they got dressed. It was all about smooth, careful moves so they never tore a stitch or stretched a seam out of line.
Guys, on the other hand, ripped off their clothes like they didn’t care if the shirt survived the event. They were so rough about it…sexy. Maybe she spent too much time noticing things most people didn’t, but in this case, she definitely appreciated what she noticed.
Long before Knox’s clothes had started coming off, she’d figured out that he was built. But seeing his bare chest and broad shoulders and—oh my goodness—those rock-hard abs made her realize she’d been selling him short. The man wasn’t simply amazing—he was sublime.
Rachel gawked without shame, taking in the thick muscles of his smooth chest, the sexy slope of his traps from neck to shoulders, the ripples of his stomach as he worked his underwear down and off. The happy trail of dark hair that led from his belly button to a shaft that was absolutely perfect in every way. He was the complete package and looked so yummy she felt her fangs aching to come out so she could take a bite.
Knox reached for the condom packet, but she grabbed it first, scooting her butt to the edge of the bed.
“Let me,” she said softly.
Smiling as he moved to stand between her legs, Rachel reached out and wrapped her fingers around him, caressing up and down along the long length a few times. She told herself it was to make sure he was hard enough to put the condom on him. But she knew he was already hard enough to hammer nails. She simply wanted to get her hands on him before she put the big guy under wraps.
Knox groaned when she dipped her head forward and swiped her tongue across the head of his hard cock. She let out her own sound of appreciation. He tasted delicious, making her assume it must be another one of those werewolf things because he was more scrumptious than any man she’d ever been with.
Rachel was tempted to keep going—sure Knox wasn’t going to complain—but she was hungry to see what came next, so she pulled back with a promise to herself to definitely do this again later, then got to work getting the condom on before she changed her mind.
She scooted back on the bed as Knox climbed on, spreading her legs and inviting him in. Giving her a smoldering look, he dipped down to take a nibble of her inner thigh as he moved up her body. She laughed at the electric sensation, stunned she was so comfortable with a man she barely knew, a man she’d been more than ready to hate only a short time ago.
No matter how ready for this they both might have been, neither of them seemed to want to rush. Instead, Knox took his time teasing her opening with his hardness before finally gently sliding in. Rachel gasped when he pushed in deep, reveling in the sensation of his thickness spreading her wide, filling her completely.
His forearms came down on either side of her body, his mouth finding hers as he slowly made love to her. He slid all the way out until only the tip was inside her, then plunged back in with a firm thrust, bottoming out hard enough to let her feel the impact of his hips against her inner thighs. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly and locking her ankles together behind his back, content to let him set the pace. While it wasn’t fast, the force of his movements shook her body until she was trembling all over. Something told her this orgasm was going to be even better than the first one, but if he wasn’t going to rush it, neither would she.
Knox nibbled on her lips, her earlobes, her neck, even her collarbones. And the whole time he teased her with his mouth, he never slowed his pace, making tingles start in her middle, then gradually spread outward until her whole body was vibrating. She gave herself over to the sensation, her perception of everything else around her blurring at the edges. She knew for sure she would have already orgasmed if Knox hadn’t been holding back.
“Harder,” she urged breathlessly in his ear. At the same time, she squeezed him tighter with her legs and scraped her nails down his back, making sure he understood how much she wanted this.
Knox pulled back a little to gaze down at her, his eyes an iridescent gold now. The way he looked at her was awe-inspiring, as if she was the most important thing in the world to him. She nodded, trying to convey without words that she felt the same. She hoped that would do because, right then, she’d have had a hard time expressing everything going on in her head.
