“Yes, you are.” Taylor reached out and took his hand. “So, the trials start tomorrow…I suppose you have to conserve your strength and all that.”
He snorted. “No. That, thank God, is not in our charter. In fact, I think it’s time we bade everyone good night.”
“You’re going off to have hot sex with a billionaire and leaving me here with Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dumber?” Chantelle glowered at Rusty and Truman.
“It’s a dirty job – trust me on this – but someone’s got to do it,” Taylor said, with an affectionate glance at Cliff. Then she threw her arms around Chantelle and hugged her. “I’m glad you’re here. I missed your stupid face. I’ll see you in the morning.”
As she and Cliff headed off, Chantelle yelled, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“So pretty much everything’s on the table, then,” Taylor called back, and she felt a glow of warmth. She was used to seeing Chantelle pretty much every day or so, and having her there on pack property was great. It was going to suck when Chantelle left; it was a three-hour drive to her house.
Back in Cliff’s room, he shut and locked the door behind him.
“A dirty job, eh?” He grinned fiercely. “You are a sassy one. Are you going to be more respectful when you’re my mate?”
“Hell, no. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. I’m going to be ten times snarkier.”
“Thank God. I love your smart mouth. I love everything about your mouth. And I love…the rest of you.”
He pushed her up against a wall and tangled his hands in her hair. His gaze bored into hers with burning intensity. “Look at me. I love you, Taylor.”
She looked up at him, heart hammering in her chest. “You’ve only just met me in person this week. How can you know that?”
“Because I’m a wolf. Because I’ve wanted you all year long and thought I could never have you. Because when we know, we know. You’re the one. You’re my person. You’re sexy and strong and caring, and a loyal friend, and smart as hell.”
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “I want to say it back, but I want to mean it. I’ve been madly in lust with you from the first time you Skyped me. I’ve spent a year fantasizing about you, wanting you, imagining you doing all kinds of perverted things to me. But we humans…we take a little more time. There’s no-one else I want, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. But I just… I just…”
“You talk too much,” he growled, and bent his head to claim a kiss. His lips were warm and demanding, and when she parted her lips, he slid his tongue against hers with a slow, sensual confidence that made her moan into his mouth.
He leaned in to her, pressing her back against the wall, bracing his hands against it so he was caging her in with the heat and strength of his big body. She ran her hands up his forearms and let them rest on the flexing bulges of his biceps, feeling the coiled power and strength in his muscular arms.
He explored her mouth slowly and thoroughly, chewing gently on her lower lip, then soothing the spot with his tongue before returning to give her another searching, soul-deep kiss. It was like being devoured.
She gave a little whimper of need as he stepped back from her, but then he turned his attention to her body, running his hands over every generous curve as he sank to his knees, looking up at her with a wicked grin on his face. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as he unbuttoned her pants and yanked them down, then curled his fingers under the waistband of her panties and drew down the silky scrap of fabric. She was already wet.
She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed, because Cliff eased her thighs apart, kissing his way up the insides with nips and grazes that made her shudder with desire. He hooked his hands behind her knees, bracing her, and she was grateful for his support and the wall at her back as he took a long, slow lick of her pussy.
He mumbled his pleasure against her slick lips, then probed her entrance with his stiff tongue, dipping inside and withdrawing again, making her nerves sing and her knees tremble. He French-kissed her pussy, lavishing it with slow licks and curling, swirling motions of his tongue. Bliss coiled in her belly and she let her hands flutter to rest on his shoulders, closing her eyes and letting the sensation take her.
Then he angled his head, looking slyly up at her from under half-lowered lids as he lashed her clit with his tongue, flickering it against her swollen, slippery flesh. Her rising, breathless moans turned into a broken cry of climax and she clutched his shoulders for support, weak and dizzy with the force of her release.
As he stood, sliding his hands eagerly back up her body, she clumsily kicked away her pants and panties where they were puddled around her ankles. He helped her to strip away her blouse and bra before swinging her, naked, into his arms and carrying her across the room to lay her on the bed. She lay there bonelessly, watching as he stripped away his clothes, revealing his gorgeous, sculpted form. His muscles flexed smoothly beneath satiny golden skin with every economical movement. Her eyes lingered on the planes and valleys of his six-pack abs before drifting lower to drink in the sight of his gloriously erect cock. Thick, proud, darker than the rest of his body, and with a smear of glossy fluid glistening on the head.
She shifted restlessly on the feather comforter as he crawled up the bed towards her, looking graceful, predatory…and hungry. His gaze was intent on hers, and the look in his eyes reminded her that there was something wild inside him.
He pressed his body against hers, a warm and delicious weight on top of her, and as he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back thirstily.
He drew back and looked down at her. Taylor felt lost in the smoky whiskey gold of his gaze. “I love you, Taylor,” he murmured.
She bit her lip, wanting to respond but still uncertain. “I…”
“Shhh,” he admonished her, and the sweet pressure of his lips on hers silenced her.
His kisses became hotter, hungrier, and Taylor responded with all the passion she felt, saying with her body what she couldn’t yet put into words. She planted her feet on the mattress, knees drawn up so that she was open to him, and shifted her hips to help him find the right angle to enter her. He slipped in smoothly, her folds slippery with arousal, and started a rapid, rolling stroke that made her gasp. She trailed her fingers down his back and clutched his flexing buttocks, digging her fingers into the firm flesh and urging him inside her harder and faster.
But Cliff wouldn’t let himself be hurried. He maintained the pace he’d set even when Taylor thrashed and moaned beneath him, sure the slow, thorough rise to pleasure would drive her crazy. Every stroke of his cock was a shuddering thrill of pleasure inside her. Every flex and thrust of his body was a ripple of lust through her limbs. She mewled mindlessly, pressing her lips feverishly to his face and throat, urging him on with incoherent sounds of need.
He only stuttered in his rhythm when her muscles locked and her core clenched around him. He gave an agonized cry, low and animal, and thrust feverishly into her spasming pussy as she came around him. She arched towards him, helpless in the throes of her orgasm, and he buried his face in her breasts, smothering his roar of release against her body.
