Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Cp5qzh
Universal: https://books2read.com/SHDating5
Paperback: https://amzn.to/2SglHfM
Excerpt:
"Luke.
I can't take it. I can't..."
When he got
to the over-heated apex between her thighs, he said only, "Shhhh, it's
okay..." then dropped to his knees in front of her. He paused without
pulling away, pressed his head against her belly and closed his eyes, his
labored breathing evening out a little, the pause of his ministrations helping
her quiet her own overwhelming desire. The momentary reprieve didn't last long.
Luke placed
soft kisses first on the bottom of her stomach, groaning and growling as he went,
his fingers digging into her hips, as if it were all he had to hold himself
back, remain in control. She wanted to spread her legs for him, but his grasp
on her hips forced her to stand still, not move without his consent as he
traced his tongue and kisses over her thighs, her mound, her lips, before he
looked up at her, dark eyes flashing with the intensity of his own need.
"Grab
on to my shoulders, Tallan, and do not let go." he ordered, his voice
gruff, hard, leaving no doubt he meant every word.
She did as
he bid her, looking down over him with her eyes wide, curious, her fingers
biting into the hard flesh so hard she worried it would bruise but she said not
a word. She couldn't.
Luke grasped
her broad hips and pulled her sex toward him, moving his hand to curl into the
thatch of hair. He trailed one finger down to her crease and circled it slowly
to trace over her folds, making her suck in a fast breath at the contact.
She bit down
hard on her bottom lip as his fingers played over the tension in her
blood-engorged sex. She'd become so wet, so slippery, she could smell her own
musky scent as it drifted upward from the dark curls nestled tight to the apex
of her thighs and he'd only just begun. That fact alone sent heat rushing into
her cheeks.
He ran his
tongue down her belly, stopping just before he reached her folds. He used his
fingers to carefully separate the labia and then brought his face against her
heated core, forcing a deep growl to bubble from her throat. Her panther was
dangerously close to the surface now, with all these new sensations and
emotions running rampant through her body and mind. She was a little concerned
about her ability to maintain her control, not allow the animal within her to
shift at this point.
She pressed the beast back, mentally
reassuring herself she could do this, concentrate enough on Luke's actions and
still keep her animal at bay. After all, this may be new to her but she knew
control was a must, even if she felt like she were about to explode.
He blew
gently against her heated skin, sinking a slick finger into her tight channel
and she keened low and long at the welcome feeling of pleasure that ripped
through her at the intrusion. She gasped, sucking in another deep breath and
biting hard on her lip as he flicked the very edge of his firm tongue to the
tip of her swollen clit.
Her head
shot up and she arched, bucking her hips, and for a split second almost losing
her grip on his shoulders as he darted his tongue in warm circles around the
tight bud.
He followed
her movements easily as she whimpered, howled, and shook as she released all
the pent up tension, her desire, fear, everything in a rush of her juices and
leaving beaded moisture covering his lips and chin. As the last of her climax
retreated in delicious spasms, Tallan buried her face in his hair, still
holding his shoulders tight.
Luke grasped
her generous buttocks, buried his face against her belly and held her tight as
the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm she'd ever had rippled through her.
Not sure
what to expect next, she startled when he scooped her up off the floor, one arm
cradling her legs and the other wrapped behind her back. She couldn't imagine
any man could lift her, but he did so without even a grunt of effort. She let
the thought pass as quickly as it had come and settled into his hard chest with
a soft sigh, her head cradled under his chin.
Laying her
out on the bed, Luke then stood back, admiring her, looking her over every inch
of her without hurry or haste. A smile grew on his face, slow and perfect to
convey how he felt about what he saw. He backed up, looking her up and down. It
was like he sought to memorize the sight of her flushed cheeks, her unfocused
eyes, her sated and lethargic body, and imprint the sensual view of her into
his mind.
Her whole body tingled, begging for his
touch. His eyes only teased, though they brought every ounce of her, inside and
out, to life. The fact that she laid there, bare to his roving gaze,
post-coital and letting him view her this way seemed to heal something deep
inside her that had been ripped apart, shredded by the actions of others long
ago. In a short amount of time, this man, his loving treatment and
consideration for her, made her feel like a whole woman again, one ready and
willing to give herself to a man.
