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It fucking scared the hell out of him.
“Jaren!” Trinny squeezed her thighs and bucked her hips as yet another orgasm claimed her.
“Fuck yeah!” He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, lost in the taste of her, the feel of her.
Yeah, that scared him even more.
With slow laps on her clit, he brought her down and finally lifted his head.
Her bright eyes were fixed on his face. “How do you…do that…to me?” she panted.
He crawled up her body and braced his weight on his arms. “Do what?”
“I just came minutes ago. But as soon as you rolled off me, I wanted you again.”
He ducked his head to capture one nipple, clamping it between his lips. She issued another rasping cry and arched.
When he released her, their gazes locked again. “It’s just how some people are when they’re together, I s’pose.”
Her fingertips gently caressed his beard. “Has it ever happened to you before?”
He shook his head. “Never. You?”
“Not even close.” Her stare shifted from his jawline to his shoulder. When she trailed her fingers over his ink, his heart gripped.
“I love your tattoos. Tell me why you chose a wolf.”
“For the meaning. A wolf is loyal and fierce. It’s believed that a tattoo emanates the energy of the person into the universe.”
“I love that,” she breathed, working over the lines of ink again. “I never thought about getting a tattoo. My mother hated them.”
“My momma was resigned to us boys having them since our father has them too.”
She lifted a brow in interest. “Tell me what your parents are like.”
He rolled to the side and wrapped an arm around her middle, pulling her flush to his naked body. God, she molded right to him, almost as if they were patterns cut out of the same cloth.
He took over trailing his fingers between her breasts to her navel and back up in slow swaths. “They’re normal, middle-class folk. He has an automotive repair shop, and she answers the phone, books the appointments and does all the bookkeeping for the business.” A smile cut across his face at the thought of his parents. “They fight all the time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah…but you know it’s not a real argument. Just bickering. In fact, if they’re not bickering, my brothers and I know something’s wrong.”
“It sounds very different from what I grew up with.”
He hardly wanted to ask because he already knew some of the answers. The team had looked into her parentage first thing.
“Your father?” he tested the waters.
“Never knew him. He’s not even on my birth certificate.”
He nodded.
“He disappeared after my mother paid him off. But you knew that, didn’t you? You know everything about me.”
“I know the sound you make when I do this.” He circled one nipple with his finger until it puckered into a sharp peak.
She gasped.
