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The predator inside him woke up and he leaned in, his lips caressing mine. “I want to taste you again,” he said against my mouth.
My arms wrapped around his neck. “I want to taste you, too.”
Grabbing me by the waist, he effortlessly lifted me onto his lap. “I want you so badly.”
“Do all wolf shifters have the capability of lifting badass hunters off the bed so easily?”
“You’ll never get to find out.”
He nuzzled my neck.
“I need a shower.”
“Not yet,” he growled, gripping my ass tightly. “I love my scent on you.” He took advantage of my naked state, putting his hand between my legs and probing me with his finger.
“Oh boy…” I rode it, closing my eyes at the pleasure.
“Look at me, Savannah. I want to see you when you come.”
“This is so not fair,” I whispered, focusing on him and the hunger in his eyes. He pushed in further, his thumb working my clit. My eyes closed again as I moaned.
“Look at me,” he demanded. My eyes flickered open. His gaze penetrated, holding me with one hand while fucking me with the other. His patience soon ran out as the lust in him almost took over. He ordered, “Now fucking come for me.”
Goddamn, I let go at those words, the orgasm rippling through me hard and heavy. I moaned at his gaze locked on mine, riding it out. But he wasn’t done.
“Mine,” he grunted, replacing his fingers with his cock. I was wet, taking him and feeling him right through to my core. The intensity tripled, as he rocked me against him, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“You’re only doing this because I’m going out,” I breathed, each movement with him so deep, so intense. His hand fed up my back, and he brought me closer.
“Damn straight.” He quickened the pace, my ass slapping against his legs. “When you’re at the bar,” he breathed, “I want you to think of this, to think of me inside you. And know that I’m going to be doing it again when you’re in my bed tonight.”
“So self-assured,” I panted, gripping onto his hair. “But I love it.”
“Yes, you do.”
Our words fell into silence, and I rode him until he howled.
The time came for me to get ready. Me and Donovan had enjoyed the day, sharing a meal, and kissing some more. I could get used to it.
If anyone had come along and asked: ‘What would you do if you had the opportunity to date a demanding wolf who couldn’t keep his hands off you and went at a hundred miles an hour in the love stakes—oh, and you’d get to live with him until you’re a few hundred years old?’ I would have laughed and laughed before answering I’d run like hell. But now I’d found it, the pace was thrilling, exciting, and one where I readied to take the fall.
I also needed space to get my head on straight.
I took my time getting showered and dressed, never appreciating the ritual of getting ready before. It was an unusual thing for me, but I took my time painting my nails with the coral pink Grace had talked me into buying earlier. I also took time with my hair and made full use of the make-up I’d brought with me. Smoky and vintage rose made the cut. I let my long hair hang loose with its naturally dried waves. I was saving the black dress for the cookout, but during our shopping spree, I’d discovered a beautiful corset top in Mathilda’s shop that would set off my jeans and high boots. I threw a plaid shirt over the top to use as a jacket, grabbed my purse, and went off to find Donovan.
I found him in the kitchen.
“Hey,” he greeted, looking up from the paper he was in the middle of reading. “Shit,” he whispered, his eyes changing to one of a hunter.
“Shit, good? Or shit, bad?”
“Good.” He gulped. He actually gulped. “Very good.” Rubbing his chin, he got to his feet. “Are you planning on taking that shirt off anytime tonight?”
She grinned. “Sure. I’m only wearing it for the walk over.”
“Savannah …” he growled my name, stalking toward me. He yanked at the collar of the shirt and shoved it away from my shoulders, holding me close. He looked down at the curves of my breasts on show. “Don’t.”
“I’m a grown woman, Donovan. Rein it in.” Tiptoeing, I kissed his cheek. “Time to go.”
