before he groaned and claimed her lips again. This kiss, she felt from the roots of her hair all the way to her curled toes.
Ruthlessly Lucas nibbled and sucked at her mouth until her moan parted her lips to his plundering tongue. The ache of her need flared hotly, driving her arousal to a level she never experienced before. Mindlessly her fingers gripped his hair, and all but ripped it from his scalp.
The initial frenzy settled into curious exploration. Now was Kensie’s turn to take the initiative. Gingerly, almost tentatively, her tongue cautiously slipped between his lips. Tasted, Tested. She began a meandering path, explored the nooks and crevices. Stroked. Caressed. Unconsciously, her hands began to knead and explore his chest in time with her seeking tongue.
Lucas quivered under her touch, while his wolf rumbled in satisfaction. He held his body taut as he forced himself to remain still and give Kensie free rein. She needed this if she was ever to gain confidence in herself as a desirable woman, and the sexual creature she was.
He was so aroused; it was all he could do to not shame himself like an inexperienced teenaged boy. His mate was killing him with pleasure one tongue stroke at a time.
They shared one breath; one heartbeat, and the world had fallen away, leaving them the only two people alive.
“Kensie? Good lord, I can’t let you out of my sight without you jumping that man.” Jojo teased, amusement evident in her tone. One gloved hand covered her grin in an attempt to contain her giggle.
Kensie gasped and jerked away from Lucas as if he touched her with a hot poker. Frantically, her startled gaze flashed between her sister and Lucas. Confusion was evident in her expression as if she were trying to comprehend what Jojo was talking about. She seemed shocked at her own behavior. How could she possibly be making out with Lucas? To make things worse, they were behaving like exhibitionists for everyone to see.
When she calmed enough to take a good look at Lucas, her breath hitched. His pupils were dilated and nostrils flared. And his hair was a hot mess, sticking up crazily from her desperate need to hold him to her and not let him escape.
Lucas laughed, and grinned up at Jojo and Hank, who still sat their horses. “Hi, guys, what brings you to this part of the ranch?”
Hank cleared his throat. “Obviously, not what brought you to this section, boss.”
“Yeah, well. We’re having a picnic. I’m pretty sure cook added something special to our meal. I think I need to check the kitchen for love potions,” Lucas joked.
Kensie glared at Lucas sharply until he squeezed her fingers and offered silent support. How could she remain angry when he was being so sweet? Still, she was absolutely mortified. Not only was she caught molesting Lucas on the ground like an animal in rut, she’d been caught by her little sister. God, she was never going to hear the end of it. How many times had she berated Jojo for necking in a car and steaming up the windows? If she owned a shovel, she would dig a hole and crawl inside.
Lucas jumped to his feet with an agility most men his size could only dream of and held out a hand to Kensie. “Come on, babe. Let’s take a ride upriver a ways before we head back.”
Kensie grasped his hand and allowed him to pull her easily to her feet. She brushed off her clothes and nonchalantly checked her hair with as much dignity, as she could muster. Shooting a glance at Lucas, she saw him grinning like a fool as he gathered the picnic together. She’d smack him on the shoulder, but it would draw even more unwanted attention.
“We would go with you, but Hank promised me dinner and dancing,” Jojo purred, and nudged her mare closer to Hank’s horse. “If I don’t head back now I’ll never be ready in time.”
Kensie’s eyes snapped to her little sister. “You have plans again tonight?”
Jojo looked sheepish. “Yeah. Hank asked me out while we were riding otherwise I would
Ruthlessly Lucas nibbled and sucked at her mouth until her moan parted her lips to his plundering tongue. The ache of her need flared hotly, driving her arousal to a level she never experienced before. Mindlessly her fingers gripped his hair, and all but ripped it from his scalp.
The initial frenzy settled into curious exploration. Now was Kensie’s turn to take the initiative. Gingerly, almost tentatively, her tongue cautiously slipped between his lips. Tasted, Tested. She began a meandering path, explored the nooks and crevices. Stroked. Caressed. Unconsciously, her hands began to knead and explore his chest in time with her seeking tongue.
Lucas quivered under her touch, while his wolf rumbled in satisfaction. He held his body taut as he forced himself to remain still and give Kensie free rein. She needed this if she was ever to gain confidence in herself as a desirable woman, and the sexual creature she was.
He was so aroused; it was all he could do to not shame himself like an inexperienced teenaged boy. His mate was killing him with pleasure one tongue stroke at a time.
They shared one breath; one heartbeat, and the world had fallen away, leaving them the only two people alive.
“Kensie? Good lord, I can’t let you out of my sight without you jumping that man.” Jojo teased, amusement evident in her tone. One gloved hand covered her grin in an attempt to contain her giggle.
Kensie gasped and jerked away from Lucas as if he touched her with a hot poker. Frantically, her startled gaze flashed between her sister and Lucas. Confusion was evident in her expression as if she were trying to comprehend what Jojo was talking about. She seemed shocked at her own behavior. How could she possibly be making out with Lucas? To make things worse, they were behaving like exhibitionists for everyone to see.
When she calmed enough to take a good look at Lucas, her breath hitched. His pupils were dilated and nostrils flared. And his hair was a hot mess, sticking up crazily from her desperate need to hold him to her and not let him escape.
Lucas laughed, and grinned up at Jojo and Hank, who still sat their horses. “Hi, guys, what brings you to this part of the ranch?”
Hank cleared his throat. “Obviously, not what brought you to this section, boss.”
“Yeah, well. We’re having a picnic. I’m pretty sure cook added something special to our meal. I think I need to check the kitchen for love potions,” Lucas joked.
Kensie glared at Lucas sharply until he squeezed her fingers and offered silent support. How could she remain angry when he was being so sweet? Still, she was absolutely mortified. Not only was she caught molesting Lucas on the ground like an animal in rut, she’d been caught by her little sister. God, she was never going to hear the end of it. How many times had she berated Jojo for necking in a car and steaming up the windows? If she owned a shovel, she would dig a hole and crawl inside.
Lucas jumped to his feet with an agility most men his size could only dream of and held out a hand to Kensie. “Come on, babe. Let’s take a ride upriver a ways before we head back.”
Kensie grasped his hand and allowed him to pull her easily to her feet. She brushed off her clothes and nonchalantly checked her hair with as much dignity, as she could muster. Shooting a glance at Lucas, she saw him grinning like a fool as he gathered the picnic together. She’d smack him on the shoulder, but it would draw even more unwanted attention.
“We would go with you, but Hank promised me dinner and dancing,” Jojo purred, and nudged her mare closer to Hank’s horse. “If I don’t head back now I’ll never be ready in time.”
Kensie’s eyes snapped to her little sister. “You have plans again tonight?”
Jojo looked sheepish. “Yeah. Hank asked me out while we were riding otherwise I would
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