Page 61 of Crimson Heart

She pushed against his chest to make space between them. “You don’t want me to carry your child?”

Recognizing the hurt look in her face, he gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

“Of course I want you to. But you don’t want that, not yet. You said so yourself. You’re not ready for a baby. I can’t let you make that sacrifice. Because that’s what it would be for you: a sacrifice. We can’t start our life together like this. I would hate myself if I agreed to that. There will be another way.”

Besides, if he could believe Austin, then a pregnancy wouldn’t mean that her parents would consent to their union.

Tears welled up in Charlotte’s eyes.

“What have I done?” he asked. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you with what I said.”

Charlotte shook her head and sniffled. “You didn’t hurt me. I just realized how much I love you for understanding me. And for respecting my wishes.”

He combed his hand through her hair, brushing the long curls out of her face.

“That’s what love is,” he said gently and drew her back into his arms. “I’d never do anything that you don’t want.”

“How about what I do want?” she asked, her eyes sparkling now.

“What would that be?”

“Make love to me.”

“Here? Right now?”

“Yes, because I’m afraid that once we’re back at the house, my parents will make absolutely sure that we won’t get a single minute alone.”

“Well, if you put it like that…” He dug into his pants’ pocket and retrieved a condom. “As luck would have it, I have a condom on me.”

“I love a man who plans ahead,” she murmured in that seductive voice that sent blood shooting into his cock in two seconds flat.

Already, he could feel Charlotte’s hands on his pants, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. He helped her, shucked his shoes, and rid himself of his pants and boxer briefs. She snatched the condom from his hand and tore the foil pack open.

“May I?” she asked, taking the condom out and placing it on the tip of his fully erect cock before he could answer.

As she rolled the condom over his shaft, he let his eyes roam her body. She still wore his shirt, but she hadn’t bothered buttoning it up, so it was open in the front, giving him a perfect view of her firm, round breasts. Hard nipples topped them, and he refused to believe that it was just the cold around them that made them hard. He filled his hands with her breasts, enjoying their weight as he squeezed them in unison.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and he lifted his gaze to look into her face. “Why don’t you ride me so I have my hands free to caress your gorgeous tits?”

“I’d like that.”

She smirked and swung herself over him as if he were a horse and she an experienced jockey. Taking his hands off her breasts temporarily, he adjusted his cock so it was pointed straight at Charlotte’s pussy. When she lowered herself onto him, warmth and wetness engulfed his erection. She took him inside her tempting cave until he could go no further.

“Damn, babe,” he murmured, once again taking her breasts into his hands to knead them. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”

He lifted his head so he could lick her nipples when she finally began to move in a rhythm as old as time. He loved her in this position because he could drink her in with his eyes, his hands free to caress and explore her as he pleased. Charlotte could go at her own rhythm and tempo, ride him to her heart’s content, while she forced him to submit to her wishes. He knew she needed this more than he did. She was in control, and he didn’t mind it one bit. In fact, it turned him on to see her like this, taking what she wanted. He was more than willing to give her what she needed from him, because in return, he received everything he’d ever dreamt of in a woman. A self-confident, strong woman able to tame his wildness, a woman who trusted him with her body and mind, a woman who looked like a goddess and a vixen at the same time.

He watched how a thin film of perspiration covered her silken skin, how her long hair flew in all directions, some of the strands clinging to her damp skin as she rode him. She had endurance, her hips working hard to lift her onto her knees to let his erection slip out of her body, but for the very tip, then swallow him inside her welcoming sheath again. With every movement, their combined moans and sighs added to the sounds of the forest, because they, too, were animals that belonged here. Having met her wolf earlier, he could now sense it lurking just beneath the surface, ready to emerge if needed. He felt his own wolf respond to her, demanding he make her his here and now. But the man in him held back, reminding the wolf that Charlotte would be the one who would make that decision when she was ready.

“I love you, Charlotte.”

She locked eyes with him then, echoing his words, “And I love you.”

She changed her rhythm and bent over him, forcing him to let go of her breasts.

“Kiss me.”

He followed her demand and captured her lips, kissing her with every ounce of passion and desire he had in him. She responded to him with the same fervor, her tongue dueling with his, their breaths mingling. He could feel her hunger and her need, the same that lived inside him. Needing more of her, he took her hips and supported her movements, making her take his cock faster inside her delicious cave.