“What I’ve I been wanting to do since you stumbled over that display case?” And his lips meet mine for the second time in this lifetime. He leans forward, his arms coming in closer to hold himself up against the bed as my hands come up to cradle his face, bringing him impossibly closer. My core aches from holding myself up, but my need to be closer to Eddie trumps that pain in favor of the pleasure that I hope will come.
“Do it. Do whatever,” I say, letting our bodies hit the bed. He follows mine like a magnet, and I can only thank the Moon Goddess for our attractions being aligned. I’m sure he’s the positive to my negative, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. He chuckles and moves his kisses from my lips to my cheek, my chin, my neck, and my chest.
“If only you knew, Buttercup,” he mutters as he travels down to my breast, his wet kisses damping my thin T-shirt. Mybreathing only gets more laborious as he stops right above my nipple. The ghost of his lips hovering right above where I want him has my desire pooling in my panties and has me huffing harder than if I were running a marathon.
“I need to hear you say it.” One hand explores the mounds of my curves, following down my body, soothing any worry I have about him wanting me. I’m safe with him, and it makes me want to do dangerous things. Like fall madly in love.
“Say what?” My voice is heavy and breathless. I arch my chest up only for him to deny me. A blush covers my face and neck, but by the way his brown eyes go molten, I think he likes my blush. His eyes are glowing, the dark brown in them shine, and I’m sure mine are too. Shifter’s eyes glow when their emotions are heightened, and mine are all sorts of heightened.
“How much you want this, want me? I need to know that this isn’t?—”
“I want everything, Eddie. I want anything and everything you can give me, please.”
“I don’t think you’ll need this,” he says as he pulls my shirt up, the cotton causing light touches of friction up along my stomach and breasts, and, by Moon, can I please hold on? Next goes my bra, and he wastes no time continuing his trail of kisses. This time, his lips meeting my bare skin. He jumps back up to give my lips a quick kiss before pulling off his own shirt and giving me the view of a lifetime. Moon, this man is attractive.
He is smart, funny, and perfect in every other way too, but he also happens to be the perfect amount attractive.
I moan as he starts his trail all over again, and, my Moon, I ache for more. I stare as he stares at every bit of exposed skin. I watch his eyes roam my body and sparkle, and it satisfies a deep part of me that doubted if I was enticing enough for him. He slides down my body, dragging my silk skirt with him.
“Something else I wanted to do since you fell into my arms.”
“What?” I stare at him, my chest heaving. My anticipation is making me lightheaded. It’s a battle of slow and fast, and I can’t get the words out to ask him to give me what I need.
But to see him almost worship me, as if it’s fulfilling some sort of need of his, makes me feel all the more powerful.
Wanted.
Loved.
Darn, this is gonna hurt if we’re not mates.
“I’ve wanted to taste you,” he says, breathing right over my clothed cunt. Moon. This man pulls my two hundred and forty-five pound body to the edge of my bed without even the hint of a huff and kisses me right over my panties. My back arches as if to move away from the touch, and the shyness I knew would come has arrived. My checks are beet red, so red they hurt, and my fingers grip the bedsheets.
“If that’s not what you want, speak now, Willow. ’Cause once I get a taste”—he kisses me—“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
I force myself to breathe—three in, three out—to relax enough to enjoy this; as wet as I am, it’s been a while since anyone has been down there. Now that it’s Eddie, I’m conflicted between pleasure and self-preservation.
I want this so bad. I want him, but I don’t want to end up hurting again. I don’t think I’ll survive if Eddie leaves me like Milo did.
“Please. Eddie, please.” Another wave comes over me, and I know I’ll pick Eddie every time. Even if he leaves me tomorrow, the heartbreak is worth these moments with him. Pleasure wins. Goodness, of course, pleasure is going to win. I can’t even stop myself from choosing him, from choosing us. My back arches, and a cramp tickling my back, but I can’t find a care as he slowly licks my center and hums. This man hums and smiles, almost as if he’s in a world of his own as he finds his way deep in my cunt.I don’t think I could’ve possibly moaned louder before, and I’m sweating profusely. Everywhere. Goddess.
His mouth is incredibly soft as his tongue wets and teases my clit. I refrain from running my hands through his hair and holding his head, but goddess, when he lets those braids down, I don’t think anything could stop me.
He adds a finger, entering and curling it inside, and the atmosphere’s pressure builds and builds inside me. I crave it, and we chase it together. It’s deep and with every stroke of his tongue and his fingers, it comes closer to the surface. My body trembles as it finally comes to a head, and I break like a dam, but he doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, letting me ride out the wave completely, licking up every drop of come. Only once my body gets riled up again does he stop and look up at me. Only then do I see his come covered lips, and the grin of a man who knows he’s made of gold.
“Eddie,” I whisper, as that’s all I can muster up.
Seeing him like this only gets me hotter, and I have half the urge to bite him. To mark this man as mine and to steal him all for myself.
I freeze for a moment. My body goes stiff, my jaw aches as my canines start to protrude from my mouth. Holy crap. I force my eyes to the ceiling, trying to regain control. That’s never happened before.
I drop my gaze back to Eddie, to see if I’ve been busted. He’s motionless for a second, blankly staring as his brows furrow.
“Has that happened before?”
