Drew was done talking. Her words unleashed something in him. Tilting her head, he took her mouth, catching her startled gasp; then, seconds later, he felt the stroke of her tongue. Pushing the empty food containers from the table, Drew laid her down.
There was still much to talk about. He didn’t know where she had come from, who her parents had been, why they’d abandoned her, and whether she was half-shifter or full, but he doubted she knew the answer to any of those questions. And frankly, it didn’t matter. She was here. She could shift. And she was his.
“I have questions still!” She laughed when he broke their kiss and began licking and sucking a trail down her neck.
“You’ve been sitting on my lap with that hot, bare, little pussy, so unless those questions have something to do with you asking me nicely if you can have my cock, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Oh my God.” She squealed between fits of laughter. “Really?”
She was already ticklish, so she squirmed when his fingers grazed her sides. “You may also ask for more orgasms, but I promise by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to stop because you just can’t handle another one.” His mouth returned to her neck, and he bit her earlobe with enough force to make her jump.
Easing away, he looked down at her. A smile was on her face, her cheeks were rosy, and her gaze hinted at mischief. He loved seeing her happy and less guarded. After hearing her story, he knew she had lacked more than support but also authentic joy and pleasure. She’d had to fight for everything and had no one.
That changed today.
When she relaxed, her giggling ceased, and her body lay limply against the wooden surface. He grabbed two handfuls of the T-shirt she wore and ripped it down the center.
“What are you—”
Before she could finish the thought, he had her nipple in his mouth. A thud echoed as her head hit the table. He pulled, tugged, and suckled until she thrashed against him, her fingers tangled in his hair as she cried out for more.
He felt like he was on fire as he straightened and undid his jeans. His skin itched, his wolf howled, and his blood sang. He wanted this woman like no other. He felt cooled and calmed wherever their skin touched like she was the salve to ease every hurt he’d ever encountered.
Needing the contact, he placed his palm on her flat stomach with one hand while he shoved down his jeans and briefs with the other. His hands slowly slid up her torso, stopping to rest in the space between her breasts. “Ask me nicely.”
Her smile was pure sin. “For what?”
Oh, this woman.
His hand continued up her body, closing around her jaw. His thumb rested over her bottom lip. Lower, he used his fingers to stroke her center, pausing a moment to appreciate the view. Her legs were spread around his hips, her body was laid out with firm tits and hardened nipples, and her hair was a mess of black silk around her shoulders. She was magnificent.
As his fingers slid through her wetness, a gasp escaped her lips, her breath hot against his thumb. His dick pulsed. He wanted his mate. “Ask me nicely,” he repeated.
Her tongue poked out between those delicious lips and licked over his thumb. He pushed the pad against the seam of her mouth. With a smile, she parted her lips and took his thumb into her mouth.
After a long, thorough lick and a talented circle with the tip of her tongue, she turned her head to the side. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Those words went straight to his balls.
This woman continued to surprise him. He straightened and dropped a hand to grip his shaft. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He was about to suggest they move to the bedroom when Alyssa slipped from the table, dropped to her knees, and helped him step from his pants and briefs. Her soft fingers wrapped around him.
His head rolled backward when she closed her mouth around him and sucked.
There was no teasing, no holding back. She worked him over quickly and effectively, her tongue alternating between stroking his length and sucking gently on the head. Drew wrapped his hands loosely in the thickness of her dark locks. He loved her beautiful head of hair. Full, dark, and long, it had spurred so many fantasies since the day he’d met her at the coffee shop. And now, every single one of those imaginings would come true, starting with this one.
He gave a little tug, prompting her to look up. Those enormous eyes blinked at him as she took his cock deeper into her mouth.
His hands shook. His legs quivered. Standing for this had been a mistake. She rocked his world and shook his foundation. This woman had been made for him; he wanted to give her everything and hoped she would take everything he had.
After a few more minutes of her talented labors, he warned her, “God, I’m going to come.”
Alyssa’s gaze never left his, but her efforts seemed to double. The desire in her eyes sparkled, and the smell of her ripe sex filled his nostrils, both overwhelming him. When she didn’t pull away, Drew took over, his hands cupping her face as he thrust shallowly into her mouth until he pulsed his release, letting free a long, low groan.
He’d thrown his head back as he came, but he could feel her stare until she licked him clean and pulled away. She raised a hand to her lips and smiled as she rubbed a fingertip along her lip. Seductress. Artist. Lover. His.
He pulled her to her feet before sweeping her into his arms and carried her toward the bed. He had some promised orgasms to deliver before he slipped inside her warmth again, and he was looking forward to each one.
Everything else could keep until tomorrow. Tonight was for them.