“Please don’t.”
She looked at him again.
“You lying here, feeling your weight on me, having your scent all around me, you have no idea how calm it makes me.”
She stopped trying to get up and let her body settle on top of his again, only she was now a few inches further up his body, herface hovering near his. She looked down into his face, her eyes stumbling over his lips.
He lifted his head and kissed her — just a quick, little chaste kiss on the lips.
Her heart started thundering, her eyes widened and she lifted a hand to press her fingertips against her lips as she looked at him.
“Was that wrong? Should I not have kissed you? It was just a good morning kiss.”
She continued staring into his eyes, her fingers pressed to her lips as she swallowed slowly. “It was my first kiss,” she confessed.
His entire expression changed. “No,” he said softly, shaking his head a little.
“Yes,” she said.
“Oh, hon, no. We can’t have that being your first kiss. That’s not even really a kiss, it’s just a touch of the lips.” He placed a hand on the side of her face, caressing her cheek as he guided her lips to his and he lifted his head. “May I?” he asked, holding himself in check a matter of centimeters from her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Feral pressed his lips slowly to hers, once, twice, then three times.
On the third time her lips parted and she took a deep breath.
Feral seized that moment to lightly run the tip of his tongue across just the middle part of her lower lip.
Her breath caught, and he pressed his lips to hers, open-mouthed, his tongue gently teasing the tip of hers.
Alison moaned softly into his mouth, letting him know she was enjoying what they were doing. But she lay there, frozen, afraid to move any muscle other than her lips.
“Can I roll you over?” he asked.
She shifted her weight to the side, giving him the room to move on top of her.
It took only a second and she was now lying beneath him, their legs entwined, his body covering most of hers, though he supported himself on his elbows to keep from putting all his weight on her.
Alison looked up at him expectantly, waiting to see what he’d do next.
Feral lowered his head, kissing her again, and this time she opened for him immediately. He kissed her slowly, patiently, showing her all the ways one could move to enjoy and change the sensations of a kiss.
She shifted under him, causing him to release a little growl and press his hips down against her.
He tried to lift himself off of her, knowing it was too much too fast — she was completely inexperienced in all things with a male, much less the one that would eventually claim her as his mate. But Alison was having none of it. Her eyes were closed and she was completely lost in their kiss. Her arms went up and around his neck as her head lifted of its own volition, following his lips when he pulled back.
Feral pressed his hips against hers again. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked on a whisper.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed, her face blushed, her lips swollen and red. “No,” she answered.
“You have all the power over me, Alison. All of it,” he said.
“I do?” she asked, surprised at his confession.
“You do. I’d…”
“Oh, hell no!” somebody yelled from outside the window. Footsteps sounded on the porch as someone rushed toward the door and began beating on it.
