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Garrett nodded. “If that's what you want."
"It is,” she said without hesitation. “I don't know why or how or ... hell, I don't know anything right now. Except that I want to be naked with you every night for the rest of my life."
The corners of his mouth jerked up. “That can certainly be arranged."
Confusion flashed in her eyes for the briefest of moments, but desire chased it away. She smiled down at him. A soft, feminine smile that twisted his insides and made him want her all the more. Actually, her smile alone assured him of all the conclusions he'd come to since she'd arrived in Silver.
Wolves mated for life. And though Garrett had experienced love early on, at the age of nineteen, Clarissa had not been his destiny. She had died only two years after they'd met, and Garrett had not sought another mate in the ten years that had passed since her funeral. Until now.
"I can give you everything you ever dreamed of, Serena."
Her smile faded. “The only dream I've ever had is this one. To find a man who stirs my passion as much as he does my heart. I've always dreamed of feeling one-hundred percent sure about giving myself to a man. No doubts. No regrets. That's why I've waited all this time. But now I feel ... absolutely positive that this is right.” Her eyes searched his before she added, “How is that possible?"
"Fate,” he said simply. Then his arms snaked around her back and he pulled her down to him, so her body was pressed to his. “You may find that it's easier not to question any of this. Just go with it."
She nodded. “You're probably right."
His fingers grazed her spine all the way down to the small of her back. She shivered under his touch, which turned him on all the more. When his hands slid over the satin material covering her shapely ass, fire roared through him. His pelvis lifted and he rubbed his cock against her damp crotch.
Serena pushed herself up just enough so that she could drop feathery kisses on his chest. Her long hair teased his skin and made his nipples pebble tight. She stimulated him on every level and Garrett could wait no longer to touch her more intimately. One hand slid into her panties, moving over her hip to the front of her. She gasped as his fingers dipped lower and grazed the nearly bare skin between her legs. He gently stroked the dewy folds, determined to make her wetter, hotter. In desperate need of him.
The desire to make her come gripped him fiercely. His fingers glided over her slick lips, then the pad of one sought her swollen clit and rubbed it in a lazy, circular motion until she was panting softly. Garrett felt her muscles tighten and the arms holding her up began to tremble. Stroking her just a bit faster, with more pressure, elicited a low moan from her. When two fingers pushed deep inside her, she came almost instantly.
She cried out his name, which spiked Garrett's own desire. As she closed her eyes and seemingly savored the moment, he watched her. She may be a virgin, but she was certainly in tune with her own sensuality. The orgasm she'd experienced—which appeared to have been a powerful one—didn't alarm or frighten her. Rather, she seemed to embrace the feelings and revel in the sensations.
Garrett found her response to their foreplay extremely sexy. And stirring.
He waited for her to return to herself. The rain fell hard on the roof and windows and mingled with the crackling of the fire. Both sounds echoed softly in the small cottage. The lightning had, indeed, ceased. But the low rumble of thunder occasionally penetrated the quiet night.
Above all else, though, Garrett heard Serena's quick yet steady breathing.
When her eyes fluttered open and she stared intently at him, he asked, “Shall we continue?"
* * * *
Serena grinned at him. She felt light-hearted and giddy. How long had it been since all her troubles had fallen by the wayside and she'd let herself go—allowed herself to live in the moment and enjoy something without analyzing it to death?
A long, long time. In fact, she was fairly certain this was the first time ever.
"You have more tricks up your sleeve?” she asked in a languid, slightly teasing voice she barely recognized as her own.
"I'm not wearing sleeves."
Her grin widened. “No, you're not. In fact, you are fabulou
sly naked."
After pushing her panties over her hips and down her legs, he settled back on the bed and let out a low groan. “Now so are you. And I'd really like to keep you that way."
She laughed. “That can certainly be arranged,” she said, borrowing his words.
His hands slid up to her breasts. Serena's eyes closed for a few moments as she enjoyed the feeling of his intimate touch. Although her orgasm had ebbed, her insides still thrummed and the throbbing between her legs had not abated an ounce. She still wanted him as much as she had before he'd delivered that phenomenal orgasm. She had a feeling she'd want him every day for the rest of her life.
Her eyes drifted open. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
Garrett speared her with a hot look. “Oh, I intend to. Repeatedly, in fact."
Serena's womb tightened. She licked her lips in anticipation. Then Garrett's hands gripped her hips and he guided her down toward his pelvis. When his cock pushed against the apex of her legs, she boldly reached between them and used the smooth tip of his penis to gently stroke herself. Teasing her clit then pressing the head against her opening, Serena not only stimulated the part of her body that ached most for him, she also mentally and physically prepared herself for him to enter her.
