time, too.”
Her eyebrows shot up. She was his first? His only? She wished she could say the same
about him. If she hadn’t played games in high school, they’d probably be married by
now instead of parting.
“You sure seemed to know what you were doing,” she said.
“I guess I learned a few things from watching the adult channel on cable.” He brushed
back a lock of her hair. “The point is you deserve better. Lie down.”
Her pulse throbbed all the way down to her toes as she kicked off her sandals and lay
on her back on the big, velveteen sofa. He pulled up the skirt of her dress, but she was
too lost in his kiss to pay attention. The sound of rustling clothes and fast, soft breaths
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surrounded them. He whispered her name while he parted her thighs with warm
fingers. Tangling in her panties. Pulling them down, too.
She unbuttoned his shirt, reaching inside to explore the hot planes of his chest along
the way.
“What if your father wakes up?” she asked when she reached the last button.
“He won’t.” All the same, he tugged the red-white-and-blue afghan from the back of
the couch and covered them with it.
When he unzipped his fly, her nerves were so taut it sounded like cannon fire in the
quiet room. Her slit wept, needing her mate’s body and soul. Too eager to wait, she
guided him inside, leaving behind a layer of his silky wetness on her fingertips. While he
kissed her with exquisite gentleness, she stroked his bare scalp. It was smooth and
surprisingly soft. While he eased into her depths, he groaned softly into her mouth.
“Alan,” she half-whispered, half-moaned. While the couch embraced her from
behind, she gripped his shoulders and embraced him with her thighs, giving him
everything—her eager body, her fast-beating heart, and her future.
So precious. So brief. The best moments of her life. If only she could lock them into a
box like a pair of earrings and enjoy them later, after he was gone.
His mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her lips cold. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m thinking about tomorrow. I really don’t like that word.”
He toyed with her bottom lip and pressed a kiss onto it while he slid deep. “Tomorrow
doesn’t exist tonight.”
She arched her back, inviting him even farther into her core and squeezing him like a
possessive mate.
He winced. “Damn, Shelley. Keep doing that and I’m going come.”
“Alan?”
“Uh-huh?” He whistled out a slow breath as she locked her legs around him and dug
her heels into his taut buttocks.
“The mating bond,” she said, panting. “This time. Please.”
He slid his hands under her buttocks, still stroking slowly enough to make her lose
her mind.
“You know I want to, but I can’t,” he whispered.
She swallowed. “I won’t ask you to stay. I promise.”
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“I’m sorry, Shelley.” He closed his eyes and dropped his head. “It wouldn’t be right.”
Why did he have to be so honorable? But he still brought his generous mouth to her
neck, tasting and probing with his tongue, as if he also wondered what it would be like to
consummate their bond. She squirmed under him, her juices soaking his hard flesh, and
probably the couch cushion beneath her.
He reared back, displaying his sexy bare chest. She slid her palms over it—his hot
sweat, muscles, and ribs—while he rotated his hips, hugging her from the inside out and
setting off sensations so intense they nearly paralyzed her. My mate , the wolf in her
declared.
When he gazed at her, he told her with his eyes he was about to come. After dropping
her hands from his chest, she dug her nails into the base of his spine, driving him into
her—harder, deeper, faster. So hard his torso dropped, crushing her chest. The sudden
movement made her abdomen clench. Feeling so ripped apart she didn’t know if she was
alive or dead, she screamed into his shoulder.
He dragged in a huge breath that ended on her name as his seed
Her eyebrows shot up. She was his first? His only? She wished she could say the same
about him. If she hadn’t played games in high school, they’d probably be married by
now instead of parting.
“You sure seemed to know what you were doing,” she said.
“I guess I learned a few things from watching the adult channel on cable.” He brushed
back a lock of her hair. “The point is you deserve better. Lie down.”
Her pulse throbbed all the way down to her toes as she kicked off her sandals and lay
on her back on the big, velveteen sofa. He pulled up the skirt of her dress, but she was
too lost in his kiss to pay attention. The sound of rustling clothes and fast, soft breaths
63
surrounded them. He whispered her name while he parted her thighs with warm
fingers. Tangling in her panties. Pulling them down, too.
She unbuttoned his shirt, reaching inside to explore the hot planes of his chest along
the way.
“What if your father wakes up?” she asked when she reached the last button.
“He won’t.” All the same, he tugged the red-white-and-blue afghan from the back of
the couch and covered them with it.
When he unzipped his fly, her nerves were so taut it sounded like cannon fire in the
quiet room. Her slit wept, needing her mate’s body and soul. Too eager to wait, she
guided him inside, leaving behind a layer of his silky wetness on her fingertips. While he
kissed her with exquisite gentleness, she stroked his bare scalp. It was smooth and
surprisingly soft. While he eased into her depths, he groaned softly into her mouth.
“Alan,” she half-whispered, half-moaned. While the couch embraced her from
behind, she gripped his shoulders and embraced him with her thighs, giving him
everything—her eager body, her fast-beating heart, and her future.
So precious. So brief. The best moments of her life. If only she could lock them into a
box like a pair of earrings and enjoy them later, after he was gone.
His mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her lips cold. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m thinking about tomorrow. I really don’t like that word.”
He toyed with her bottom lip and pressed a kiss onto it while he slid deep. “Tomorrow
doesn’t exist tonight.”
She arched her back, inviting him even farther into her core and squeezing him like a
possessive mate.
He winced. “Damn, Shelley. Keep doing that and I’m going come.”
“Alan?”
“Uh-huh?” He whistled out a slow breath as she locked her legs around him and dug
her heels into his taut buttocks.
“The mating bond,” she said, panting. “This time. Please.”
He slid his hands under her buttocks, still stroking slowly enough to make her lose
her mind.
“You know I want to, but I can’t,” he whispered.
She swallowed. “I won’t ask you to stay. I promise.”
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“I’m sorry, Shelley.” He closed his eyes and dropped his head. “It wouldn’t be right.”
Why did he have to be so honorable? But he still brought his generous mouth to her
neck, tasting and probing with his tongue, as if he also wondered what it would be like to
consummate their bond. She squirmed under him, her juices soaking his hard flesh, and
probably the couch cushion beneath her.
He reared back, displaying his sexy bare chest. She slid her palms over it—his hot
sweat, muscles, and ribs—while he rotated his hips, hugging her from the inside out and
setting off sensations so intense they nearly paralyzed her. My mate , the wolf in her
declared.
When he gazed at her, he told her with his eyes he was about to come. After dropping
her hands from his chest, she dug her nails into the base of his spine, driving him into
her—harder, deeper, faster. So hard his torso dropped, crushing her chest. The sudden
movement made her abdomen clench. Feeling so ripped apart she didn’t know if she was
alive or dead, she screamed into his shoulder.
He dragged in a huge breath that ended on her name as his seed
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