CACEY
I hadn’t laughed that hard for a long time. Yet for the life of me, I couldn’t recall the joke. Staring at Vincent, I considered jumping into his soul, diving deep and never resurfacing. I’d misplaced my inhibitions. But I also couldn’t think straight to remember why being with him was a bad thing.
The fox had darted so fast and disappeared into a crack near the fireplace that I didn’t even know existed. A spirit animal that reminded wulfkin to enjoy life, or so Vincent had told me. Maybe the fox represented a premonition, a message I ought to listen to.
A childish giddiness filled my soul. I inched closer to Vincent, whose chest rose and fell, his starved gaze locking onto me. His musky, manly scent engulfed me, infusing heat into every inch of my being, caressing my wolf.
My heart beat so fast; I swore my whole body pulsed. I wiped my upper lip. Milk streaked my hand, and the giggles returned threefold. My stomach ached in the best possible way.
“I seem to have a milk problem.” Had I just purred those words?
A grin raised the corners of his mouth.
His powerful hands gripped my waist. In one swift motion, he lifted me onto the counter and wedged himself between my thighs.
My voice vanished as the thrumming of my pulse sharpened. Every molecule in me focused on the point of contact of his fingers finding skin under my shirt.
“You going to help or keep gawking?” My breathing became rapid and uneven. Vincent’s presence made me batty with temptation, with desperation, with urges I hadn’t experienced for anyone.
He leaned in, his mouth on my upper lip, licking my lips, leaving me trembling.
The need coursing through my veins zoomed faster, and I embraced the flames radiating off his body.
I slid my hand to the nape of his neck, drawing closer. Nothing else felt more perfect. Not the tingle in the pit of my gut, not the way the recessed lights illuminated his midnight eyes, and definitely not the cinnamon aroma teasing my nostrils. Only Vincent and me.
He pulled back. “It’s like you’re inside my head. I want you.”
“Fuck.” My response was a squeak. I couldn’t take another breath after hearing a hunk like Vincent saying he desired me.
His fingers swept through my hair and grabbed a handful. The back of my head cradled against his fist. He tilted it back, and my chin lifted when he stared down at me. “From the first moment I met you in front of the grocery store, I fantasized about tasting you.” His devilish smirk left me burning up. “Unless you have any objections?”
“If you don’t hurry, you’ll have a major problem.”
“I like your style.” His voice flowed over me like caramel. His mouth brushed mine, hot, fiery, and demanding, his tongue pressing past the seam of my lips. I kissed him back, and my world fell away.
An inferno invaded my insides, leaving me breathless. I was against his warm chest, and my heart fluttered. My wolf stirred too, giving her approval, insisting Vincent was ours now. Always.
I shoved her aside and focused my attention on Vincent.
His tongue swept along my chin, nuzzling on the hollow of my throat while his hands unclipped my bra. In one swift movement, he lifted my shirt and bra over my head and tossed them behind him. My nipples beaded tightly in anticipation.
I gasped at the way he homed in on my breasts.
“Damn sexy.” He reached out with both hands, cupping my breasts, kneading them. His thumbs flicked the taut nipples.
A moan trilled past my throat, and my eyelids waved shut as I melted beneath his strokes. The moment his mouth seized a breast, the apex between my thighs tightened.
I eased my eyes open and found Vincent studying me. He winked and ran his tongue in a circular motion around each breast as if I were no more than ice cream. If he asked, I’d give him the entire tub to lick.
“You’re killing me.” My hips rocked back and forth, unable to scratch the insatiable itch burning deep inside.
When his teeth gently gnawed on a nipple, I mewled with delight. He pulled, heightening the sensation as his hands tugged at the button on my pants, unzipping me, yet somehow I felt completely unprepared. After a night of gawking at Vincent, finding him naked in my living room, I should be jumping his bones. Desire burned through me, but a light shiver of the unknown trickled through me as well.
Releasing his hold, he focused on drawing my pants down, and I shimmied to help him drag them and my panties off.
I reached over and trailed my hands across his hard, muscled arms. My brain was on fire from touching the chiseled God in front of me. “How did you get so strong?”
“Lots of training.”
“Mmm hmm.” My hand caressed lower and over the huge bulge beneath the towel around his waist.
Vincent groaned as he nudged my hand away. “Not yet.” Instead, he took me into his arms and kissed me with ferocity. Lips, tongue, and his whispering breath against my cheek. His chest pressed against mine, steel covered in warmth. He nudged me onto my back, the counter cold, but a welcoming reprieve from the heat invading me.
His mouth trailed lower on my chest, my abdomen, as his hands caressed down my thighs, over my knees, and down to my feet. He lifted my legs onto the counter and spread me.
He glanced up at me, a swirl of lust cramming behind his eyes. “I’m going to lick you until you beg me to stop.”
Why’d he have to tell me? Knowing it only made the anticipation worse. A shiver ran the length of my body at the image of him taking me. He slid a finger along my silkiness, stealing any attempt I made at a response. My mewls played a melody deep inside my throat. He took mock bites out of my thighs as he dipped lower. “You’re intoxicating, and I want you now.” He latched onto my bud, sucking, his tongue flicking.
I writhed beneath him, floating on air. This was magic. My body and wolf having a mind of her own, responded to Vincent like a puppet. “Yes. Yes.” He drove me closer to the edge. The electricity on my skin sparked, the rise of my wolf intense.
When I arched my back, he slid two fingers just past the entrance, then three, short-circuiting my brain. I cried out as I was overcome by an orgasm, teasing, shuddering me at the core. I released every bit of pent-up tension.
With a long lick across my sensitive folds, Vincent stood, his eyes caught in his own ecstasy. “You’re delicious.”
He ripped off his towel, and I snapped my head forward for a better gawk. Sure, I’d seen him before, but sweet goddess, not in full hardness mode. I panted.
“Come here.” He took me by the elbows and lifted me upright, his hands gliding behind and across my back.
Beneath his passion, I swooned, lost in a world I never intended to emerge from. His lips traced my cheeks and across to my ears. “Wrap those sexy legs around me.”
I held on to Vincent, and he picked me up into his arms, hands squeezing my butt.
“Let’s go to my room,” I suggested.
He shook his head and grinned. Instead, he carried me to the rug in front of the fireplace and knelt down in slow motion, never wavering once. His strength was unbelievable. With my back on the rug, I bathed in the lust capturing Vincent’s gaze.
He rolled back on his heels and pried apart my knees as he inched closer and guided his tip along my sleekness. I moaned from the desperation to take him. With a kiss, he’d breathed fire into me, a heady passion filling every inch of me.
“You’re ready?”
“You bet your sweet ass.” I raised my hips up to meet him. “Stop teasing. Come on.”
He slid himself into me, filling me with a shudder of ecstasy. My inside walls clenched against his girth as he pushed deeper.
My groans escalated, my body taking him in. Shit, who was that huge?
“You okay?” he asked.
“Why are you stopping?”
He broke into a chuckle. “Checking.” He drove back into me, faster, deeper. Shivers overcame every fiber of my being.
“Harder.”
He rocked into me so fast; I forgot where I started and where I ended. We were a tangle of limbs, and I never wanted this to end. A tingle gripped me as his slapping continued, the sound a siren’s call.
With my ankles in his hands, he positioned my legs against his shoulders and . . . “Goddess.” He reached so deep on the next thrust that an orgasm shattered me from head to toe.
I shook, riding the tide as he rammed hard. He moaned and pulsed inside me. After we caught a breath, he lowered my legs on either side of him as he pulled out.
I lay there, spent. Vincent crashed alongside me, and he rolled me over onto him, his legs snaking around mine. “We’re doing that a few more times tonight,” he breathed heavily.
A laugh broke free. “You animal. Let me rest a bit, then I’m all yours.”
My world faded into the background, because while I remained in Vincent’s arms and drunk on his kisses, nothing could touch me.