A smile tugged up the corners of his sensuous lips as he took a slow step forward. “Maybe I want to stand here and worship you with my eyes until I memorize every line and curve of that perfect body of yours.”
She couldn’t help returning his smile, if for no other reason than because it helped hide the blush she felt rushing to her cheeks. “Wow. I need to keep you around all the time. You’re seriously great for my ego.”
“I agree,” he murmured in that rumbling growl that went right through her as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and pop the buttons of his jeans. “You should keep me around all the time. But I think I can help with more than your ego.”
She opened her mouth to say something witty in response, but as Trey shoved down his jeans and briefs at the same time, revealing the rest of his positively stunning body, she found herself suddenly unable to speak. Because now that she was able to see everything, it was impossible to dismiss the reality that he was beyond perfection.
She’d been mesmerized by his muscular upper body, and the arms, chest, and shoulders that made her wonder precisely how many hours a day he worked out. But now she realized that his legs were equally as powerful as the rest of him. And the hard erection nestled between them was long, thick, and already pulsing with need.
Taken altogether, it was nearly enough to make a grown woman weep. And perhaps question what the hell she’d done to attract the attention of such a man. Hell, at this moment, all her worries about Trey’s wolf DNA and the weird crap he’d been involved in seemed kind of irrelevant. The only thing that was important was right here in front of her.
Completely naked.
Samantha was off the bed and on her knees before she even thought about what she going to do. Then again, what she had in mind didn’t required much thought. All it took was reaching out a hand to wrap around that hard shaft and a quick dip of her head, and she had her mouth right where she wanted it to be.
Trey tasted exactly the way she imagined he would—musky and masculine—and the flavor drew a moan from deep inside her as her tongue flicked around the head of his cock. Based on the groan of pleasure he let out, he obviously liked what she was doing.
It was so easy to fall into a rhythm as she knelt there in front of him, one hand caressing up and down while her mouth moved in counterpoint, swirling and licking, then swallowing deeply every once in a while just to keep him guessing. Feeling him throb in her hand, hearing those growly sounds he made every time she took him to the back of her throat, the way his essence became more and more intoxicating with every swipe of her tongue, Samantha decided she might have found heaven.
There hadn’t been a plan when she’d dropped to her knees in front of him, but the general idea had been that she would get him excited, then hop on top for the next part of this evening’s entertainment. But now that she was in the moment, the thought of stopping seemed like the most insane idea in the world. She wanted to finish him—needed to do it—simply so she could hear him growl her name and taste him when he exploded in her mouth.
With that sexy image motivating her, Samantha began to work her hand and mouth faster, eager now that she’d made her decision. But just when she felt his cock start to pulse in a clear sign of an impending orgasm, Trey reached down and pulled her to her feet, his mouth coming down to kiss the breath out of her when she started to complain.
“I’m not saying I wasn’t enjoying that,” he murmured as he broke the kiss and nudged her back toward the bed. “But in the interest of making sure this evening lasts, I think it’s time for me to return the favor.”
Samantha supposed she could have put up a fuss, tried to convince him that she wanted to get back to pleasing him. But seriously, Trey had just volunteered to go down on her. What woman on the planet would complain about that? And the part about making sure this evening lasts? That was definitely a yes vote on her part as well.
Trey stopped her as the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress, slipping a hand around her back to hold her up while undoing her bra at the same time. She let the lacy material slide from her shoulders, shivering as it fell away and his big, warm hands came up to cup her breasts. Her shivers turned to gasps when he started gently squeezing her nipples between his fingertips, the pressure sending little sparks of pleasure straight to her core. Trey leaned down to trail hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck, drawing little moans of pleasure from her throat. But when those warm kisses turned to bites and sharp teeth sliding across hypersensitive skin, she thought her knees might give out.
She was shoving her shorts and panties over her hips and to the floor even as she scrambled back onto the bed, Trey chasing after her to run his warm lips and tongue slowly down her naked body. He took his time, licking and nibbling his way around the curve of her breasts and her nipples before heading lower, settling between her legs.
“I never knew I liked the nibbling thing,” she breathed as he gently worked his way down her stomach and around her belly button, alternating between little kisses and gentle bites that had her body writhing all over the place. “But I think I’m addicted.”
He stopped his teasing, glancing up at her with a heat in his gaze that absolutely consumed her. Like she was the only thing in the world that existed for him. Having him look at her that way was intoxicating.
“There are worse things in the world to be addicted to,” he murmured, his lips pulling back in a sexy smile before he dipped his head back down, heading farther south. And right before that brilliant grin was fully hidden from view, Samantha was sure she caught site of something that shouldn’t have been there.
Fangs.
She instinctively tensed, but before she could even question what she might have seen, Trey’s talented tongue was on her clit and all rational thought became impossible. It didn’t matter what she might have seen. All that mattered was the way he made her feel.
Samantha had been aroused since Trey walked in the door. When they’d moved from the living room to the kitchen to clean up—and make out—the low embers of heat that had been kindled low in her belly had roared to blazing life. By the time they’d made it to the bedroom, she’d been burning up. So when she felt those familiar tingles building up within seconds of his mouth on her, she wasn’t surprised. The truth was, this moment was the culmination of about two years of foreplay, and she was ready to explode.
Her first orgasm hit her when Trey closed his mouth over her clit and began to lightly suck. Her back arched and her thighs clamped down tightly on his strong shoulders, pleasure rolling through her in waves that made her eyes blur. It was as she was coming down from that plateau, tremors still rippling through her body, that he slipped two big fingers inside her and began to firmly caress that secret spot that turned her insides to mush. Then she came unglued.
Samantha cried out as she climaxed that time, her body convulsing as it tore through her with a savage intensity she felt all the way down to her toes. Where the first orgasm had been a vision of white static behind her eyelids, this one was all darkness as she teetered on the edge of passing out.
By the time the last wave and tremor faded away, Samantha was so wrung out that all she could do was lay there on the bed gasping for air. That had been beyond amazing.
She came back to herself when she felt a familiar nibbling, this time to the inside of her right thigh. It was difficult to believe, but the feel of those sharp teeth on her flesh had her warming up all over again. After two big orgasms, she’d thought she might be done for the night.
Apparently not.
Trey was still between her legs when Samantha finally opened her eyes. She lifted her head to look at him. That smoldering smile was back on his lips, revealing enough of his teeth to confirm there were no fangs to be seen, leaving her to wonder if it had merely been some kind of hallucination.
“You okay?” he whispered, looking half-amused, half-concerned. “Thought I lost you for a little bit there.”
“I think maybe you did.” Laughing, she rolled over to the edge of the bed and the nightstand on that side. A few seconds of digging around in the top drawer and she came out with a handful of foil-wrapped condoms. “That doesn’t mean we’re done yet, though. In fact, I tend to remember you saying something about making this evening last.”
