He went rigid as the image flashed through his mind, his need for her battling against his need for restraint.
He’d planned on taking months to build up to this kind of intimacy. He’d expected he would be the one to broach the subject, to eventually make a move when his mate was ready. But knowing Nessa craved him enough to initiate this kind of sweet contact, that she wanted him like he wanted her …
Murphy needed more.
Nessa’s gaze became shuttered as a taut silence stretched between them, the tension crackling through the air the longer they stared into each other’s eyes. Eventually, she looked away from him, nervously licking her lips.
And then her shoulders slumped, the scent of her hurt filling the air.
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” She released her hold on his nape, and he mourned the loss of contact as she looked down at her lap. “I thought you—I mean, I just really like you, Murphy, and what you said at dinner … I just thought—”
Tenderly, Murphy touched the side of her face, turning her head until she was staring back up at him, a flicker of rejection and confusion shining in the dark depths of her eyes. He wanted to take that hurt away, to worship her so thoroughly the emotion never resurfaced.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he growled, anticipation tightening in his gut as Nessa’s eyes widened, her uncertainty disappearing as a tiny flame of hope took its place.
“You are?” she breathed, her desire perfuming the air. Sweet. Decadent. Just for him. He shuddered as he inhaled, drawing that tantalizing aroma into his very soul.
Murphy leaned down and nuzzled her cheek, his lips trailing over her smooth skin. Her breath hitched, a soft noise catching in her throat that had lust coiling tightly around him, his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“I’ve thought about this for months,” he admitted roughly, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth, savoring thefeeling of her skin against his own. Committing it to memory. “How you’d taste. How you’d feel pressed against me. The sounds you’d make for me.”
Nessa’s hands slid to his chest, her fingers shaking. The contact was featherlight against his clothing, but it seared into him, branding him as hers. Marking him as totally as a bite would.
“Really?” she asked hesitantly. “But you said you didn’t want me. That it was only your bear—”
Murphy closed the small distance between them, his mouth fitting gently over hers. Warm and soft, her mouth cradled his, and a fierce, wondrous ache built in his chest.
Perfect. Nessa felt perfect.
Murphy’s fingers slid into her hair, fisting the heavy strands as he angled her head back, giving himself better access to her mouth. His teeth sank into her lower lip, a small sting of pain that he kissed away a moment later.
“I want you so much,” he murmured, his mouth finding hers again.
Her arms moved to wrap around his shoulders, and she turned her body until she was straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. Hesitantly, she settled over him, her slight weight pressing against his erection, the heat from her center threatening to undo whatever restraint he had left.
“Nes,” Murphy groaned, teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue. He coveted the feel of her, desperate for more. His hand trailed from her waist to her ass, slipping under the shirt she wore to palm the bare globe. “Let me taste you, little mate,” he crooned.
He squeezed her ass, pushing her hips forward until her pussy brushed against his erection. Nessa’s mouth parted on a small gasp, and he took full advantage, his tongue pushing into that heated cavern and intertwining with hers.
He was out of practice—hadn’t kissed anyone in years—but it didn’t matter. Everything they did together felt right. Every touch, every small, needy sound filled the hole inside his heart, replacing the hurt from his past with something new. Something wonderful.
Something he’d cherish until his dying breath.
Hesitantly, Nessa rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against his throbbing cock. Pleasure shot from his shaft to his balls, a tingling sensation building at the base of his spine as she did it again, working his length until he thought he’d explode.
“You feel so fucking good, Nessa,” Murphy praised, muscles coiling in his arms as he tightened his grip on her, sinking his tongue back into her welcoming mouth.
Paradise; she tasted like paradise.
He thrust up as she rocked into him, swallowing her whimpers and moans, devouring her mouth with a fervent need that left them clinging to one another. Her desire swelled, he could smell it, growing heavier in the room until he couldn’t think of anything else but sating her lust. Of chasing it with his own, of blending their scents together.
He wanted her surrender, needed to feel her break apart in his arms as she orgasmed. Then he wanted to pin her beneath him, toss her legs over his shoulders and feast on her cunt until she came on his tongue. She’d taste divine. He knew it.
His hands moved to her bare hips, and he guided her, helping her ride his cock, his clothing an incessant barrier between them.
Nessa’s arms wrapped more tightly around him, and she broke their kiss, her breathing ragged. “Murphy,” she moaned, her eyes clouded with lust.
She swallowed hard, and then moaned as he pushed her back down onto his length, his balls drawing up, the pressurebuilding at the base of his spine. Stars danced across his vision, everything in the room fading away to focus solely on his Nessa.
