Page 46 of Wolf Hunter's Moon


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“Thank fuck. I’ve wanted you since you got off that damn plane. I haven’t been able to think straight.”

Caroline laughed. “Come on.”

“You think I’m lying? No, love. I’ll show you what I’ve wanted to do.”

She arched a brow at him in a silent dare. He wasted no time.

Ryland peeled her out of her dress and groaned. The little lace bralette barely covered her breasts, and her thong was so thin that it barely counted as underwear. “If I’d known you were wearingthatunder your dress, we would never have left the hotel.”

She laughed, but soon, the humor was gone from the moment. He dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed the scrap of material that covered her sex. She gripped his hair for strength as her legs buckled. “Ryland,” she cried.

“Yeah, that’s the idea, love. I want to make you say that over and over again.”

Caroline didn’t even want to chide him for saying such a thing. What she wanted was more of his touch. He must’ve read her mind because soon, she was completely nude in front of him. Still on his knees, Ryland parted her moist folds with his finger. He brushed against the tender bud of nerves, making her cry out his name again.

When Ryland chuckled, his breath brushed against her intimately. Looking up at her, he took a long and slow lick of her core. “You taste so fucking good, Caroline. I knew you would.”

There was nothing for her to do but sink into the sensations of Ryland’s tongue darting over her clit. He lapped and sucked, rubbed, and twirled until Caroline could only gasp in pleasure. Her entire body was nothing more than thrumming bliss. With every touch of his tongue, Ryland brought her closer and closer to pleasure.

“Ryland,” she cried as her orgasm overtook her. “Yes,” she cried, her head falling back.

He didn’t stop touching her as her body shook through powerful aftershocks of pleasure. His fingers dipped into her entrance, bringing her close to the edge again. In nothing but his pants, on his knees with his hair disheveled by her fingers, Caroline found Ryland sexier than ever.

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” he offered as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her.

“Yours or mine?”

“Does it matter?” he asked, taking her into his arms. “Actually, scratch that. We’ll go to mine and then finish in yours.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes. “You do know we’re here with a job to do, right?”

His eyes darkened with desire. “Tonight, I only have one job. To make you scream my name over and over.”

Caroline didn’t argue. She wanted the same thing.

Ryland settled them on the bed, Caroline on all fours with his body curled over hers. Somehow, his pants had vanished. Caroline felt his hard shaft against her hip, and she eased back to rub against it.

“Ryland,” she said, looking back at him. “I want you inside me. Right now.”

He grinned and leaned over her to kiss her. “Yeah?” He placed himself at her entrance and teased her with slow movements of his hips. “Like this?” he asked as he filled her with one thrust.

Caroline gasped as he filled her completely. “Yes,” she cried out.

Ryland kissed her back as he pulled out, only to surge back inside. His pace was slow as he enjoyed teasing her with his enormous cock. She was breathless and lost in a wave of pleasure. Her sensitive core was primed to go off into another blast of passion. She squeezed her walls around his erection as she met him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Caroline,” he growled. “You’re so damn perfect. I fit perfectly inside you. Do you feel that? Tell me you feel me.”

“Ryland, I’m gonna …” Her next words were drowned out by her high cry of pleasure as her orgasm gripped her.

Caroline was lost in her release, gripping Ryland with all her might.

She didn’t want to let him go.

TWENTY-TWO

RYLAND

Ryland had made a serious mistake.

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