Standoff
Page 10

 Lauren Dane

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“Doing it? Fucking you? Spreading you out beneath me and sliding my c**k deep inside you? Is that what you mean?” He paused as he tossed her on the bed and went to work unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of his tie.
His upper body was hard and muscled. A nice bit of hair on his chest and a thin arrow leading down into the waistband of his pants. She nearly gulped when she got a load of that flat, masculine stomach. She tried to speak but just shut her mouth when all she managed was a sort of strangled gasp.
His eyes caught her again. “Look at you. What a pretty woman you are, especially when you blush. Show me your body, Grace.”
With shaking hands, she managed to get rid of her suit jacket and unmoored the buttons of her blouse, exposing the silk camisole beneath it.
“Oh, very, very sexy. That silk looks almost as good as your skin.” Cade stood before her, gloriously naked, his eyes on her body.
She’d always felt like a boy, her br**sts were small, for a wolf she was especially diminutive, just barely five feet two. Most of the time she wore a lab coat, sensible shoes and drab clothing. It wasn’t like working in an emergency room had a whole lot of opportunity for glamour. But the way he looked at her made her feel beautiful in a way she’d never experienced before. She felt totally feminine and very sexy.
“You’re blushing.” He leaned down and caught her foot, easing off one shoe, catching the other foot and doing the same.
“You make me feel shy and wanton all at once.”
“Let’s work on wanton.”
She helped him undo the zipper on her skirt and she watched, heart in her throat, as he tossed it behind him. Big hands slid up her calves, up her thighs until he hooked his fingertips in her very sensible cotton panties and pulled them down and off her legs.
“You never have to be shy with me. I’m yours. No judgment, only adoration. I’ve waited for you for what seems like forever.” She watched, fascinated, as he pressed a kiss at her ankle, then another just higher.
“Are you all right?” he asked when she hadn’t said anything.
She nodded, slowly. “I-I just…”
He surged up, pressing a kiss right on her pu**y and she gasped as sensation flooded her. In another deft movement she could barely track it was so fast, he’d rolled onto the bed, bringing her astride him.
“Camisole off. I want to see your br**sts. And you just what?”
Instead of trying to explain how totally he overwhelmed her, she lifted up on her knees, reached around and guided the head of his cock, pressing down, taking him deep.
“Fuck!” He rolled his hips, thrusting into her. Without waiting for her to comply, he whipped the cami off and sucked in a breath.
She moved her hands to cover herself, blushing. But he growled, grasping her wrists and pulling her away.
“They’re beautiful, don’t hide them.” He took her ni**les between his fingers, pulling and twisting them until she ground herself against his pubic bone.
“They’re small.” She moved against him desperately.
He rolled again, this time on top of her. Grasping her ankles, he brought her legs up and apart. “Mmm, very limber. Nice. Now, let’s get a few things straight right now, shall we?” He leaned down and took one of her ni**les between his teeth.
She cried out as shards of white hot pleasure sliced through her. Her fingers tangled through his thick hair, holding him to her breast.
“Your cunt just rippled around my cock. Do you know why?” he asked, his eyes grabbing her gaze and holding her to his. She shook her head.
“Because you were made for me and I’m made for you. That’s thing one.” He pulled nearly all the way out and plunged back deep. “Thing two is that your br**sts are f**king gorgeous. Perfect. Just what I’ve fantasized about and very sensitive. Thing three is that you started to tell me something and tried to avoid it by surrounding me with your very hot, very tight, very juicy pu**y. And while I have no objections to being buried inside you, I do want you to always talk to me.”
“Can you please get to the task?” It burst from her lips without meaning to. “Please!”
He laughed. “All right. But we’re going to talk. Afterward.”
But he pulled out and she grasped empty air as he moved down her body. “No! Not that right now!”
His mouth found her pu**y and she closed her eyes a moment. She couldn’t help it, it felt so damned good. But she didn’t want that right then. She needed him to spill his damned se**n inside her and seal the bond. Her body knew it.
“I need to see you come first. Then I’ll f**k you and claim you. I promise.” He went back to work and she punched the mattress as he chuckled.
Cade thought he’d come when her honey made contact with his tongue. Christ, she tasted good. She’d protested at first but as he flicked his tongue over her juicy little clit she began to make tiny, breathy sounds as her fingers dug into the blankets beneath them.
The shy thing did something to him. He wasn’t sure why, he’d usually sought out bolder women. It was just her, the way she looked, the way she fit against him, the taste of her skin. Her cunt was so tight he’d been afraid to hurt her but when she wanted it bad enough, she got bold and demanded it. He liked that too.
His fingers delved into her pu**y while he held her to his mouth, devouring her. Her honey rained on his lips when she gasped and arched. His name on her lips shot triumph through his system as she came.