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“Well, what?” His erection was pretty adamant now as he stared at my body with a hungry gaze.
I held my hands out to my sides, palms up in invitation. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come get me?”
The low, rumbly groan that tore from his lips as he closed the distance between us made my thighs quiver. Billy Bob lifted me from the fur-covered floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his thickness slide against me. He moaned as his fingers tangled in my hair and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. He nipped and licked my skin, teasing me, as he tugged on my ponytail hard enough to expose my throat. I felt his teeth clamp down over my carotid.
The heat of his breath, the slight pain of his bite, it made me feel heady with need. I whimpered, rubbing myself against his abdomen. “Oh, Billy Bob,” I muttered. “God, I want you.”
His mouth sought mine, and we merged in a dance of lips, teeth, and tongues. It was as if I could feel him pouring his passion into me through my mouth. I fought to give him as good as he was getting, and when he backed me up against the lodge wall support, pulled my legs up higher, and entered me, I cried out at the sheer relief I felt having him so deep inside me.
His grunts and moans matched my own as sweat poured down our bodies. I grasped him tightly, loving the friction of my breasts against his slick chest as he thrust into me over and over.
“Yes!” I made the word a demand. It had been so long since I’d held anyone, and never a man who made me feel one iota of the emotion or pleasure I felt right now. The burning edges of climax warmed my body and heat pulsed through my groin. So when he shouted something unintelligible and guttural, I exploded around him. Pleasure ripped through me like a chainsaw, just as brutal and just as messy.
Billy Bob groaned as his grip on me tightened. His thrusting quickened until he gave one final stroke that he held until he spent himself inside me. I collapsed against his shoulder, my sweaty body slipping as his grip loosened. Gently, he withdrew from me and set me down. My jelly legs could barely hold me up, so I was grateful he kept his arms wrapped around me.
He put his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. “That wasn’t how I imagined our first time.”
“Oh,” I said, unable to keep the lazy smile off my face. “And how did you imagine it, because frankly, if it gets more exciting than that I might need a better health insurance plan.”
He laughed now and met my gaze. “You are an unpredictable woman, Chavvah Trimmel.”
“Is that what I am?”
His smile faded and the lines around his eyes deepened. “I am in love with you. I have been for a very long time. I apologize that I did not make my intentions clear to you from the moment I realized you were the one.”
“And when did you realize?”
He smiled. “It was shortly after you’d started to mend your broken femur.” He meant my thigh bone. “I wanted to help you walk, and you wanted to do it on your own.”
I nodded, my forehead rubbing against his. “I remember that.”
“You said, “I’m stronger than I look,” and I thought, you are stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. You kept yourself from shifting while those men did terrible things to you. You kept your will to live after three weeks of starvation and torture. And when you came home, you fought to heal on your own terms. I’d never seen anyone so stubborn and fierce.” He kissed me again, his touch tender and sweet. “And I knew.”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “You have weird taste in women.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Doc,” I said.
“Yes?” He kissed me again.
I kissed him back and traced his face with my fingers. I still found it hard to believe I was touching him, that he was in love with me, and that he wanted to be mine and mine alone. I loved the way his heart beat so hard I could feel it in my own chest, the way his breath cooled my hot, sweaty skin, and I loved the way he looked at me like a woman worthy of worship. “All right,” I admitted. “I am in love with you too.”
“I’m glad,” he said with a happy sigh. “So very glad.”
“So…” I squirreled my mouth sideways. “What’s all the spirit talker nonsense, and how can you explain to me how I’m turning into a wolf?”
“How about if we go up to the house and shower first, then I’ll explain what I can?”
A shower with Billy Bob sounded just about perfect. “Deal.”
He swept me off my feet, literally, holding me in the cradle of his arms. “You’re slippery.”
“Don’t let me go,” I said, embarrassed when a giggle slipped out.
“I don’t plan to.” His gaze narrowed on me. “Ever.”
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