Wild Love (Wilding Pack Wolves 2) - New Adult Paranormal Romance by Alisa Woods

him a sheepish look.
    “But you’re feeling better now?” he asked. That was a really good sign, actually. That she’d already had some symptoms, but they had passed.
    “Yeah.” The smile was back, stronger.
    “How about something to eat? Or drink? I don’t have much, but—”
    “Just come sit with me, Noah.” She patted the couch next to her.
    “Yeah. Okay.” That surprised him, but he was quickly by her side, knee-to-knee on the couch. He couldn’t resist tucking a wayward piece of her long, blonde hair behind her ear. “Please tell me you’re really okay.”
    “You’ve asked me, like, fifteen times.” She smirked a little. “This is as okay as I get.”
    He smiled, and the relief was real. She sounded like herself again. He bit his lip. “Just feeling guilty, I guess.”
    She leaned toward him, touching his cheek, suddenly close.
    All the breath went out of his body.
    “You don’t need to feel guilty,” she said softly. “I wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want to do.”
    Then she shocked the hell out of him by leaning in further and kissing him. It was just a soft brush of her lips on his, and then she was pulling back, watching his reaction… but it lit a fire in him that reflexively had him reaching for her, bringing her back for more. She moved closer on the couch, digging her hands into his hair and deepening the kiss.
    He held back the moan and forced himself to pull back. “Emily,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Are you sure about this? You’ve just been through—”
    “I almost died.” Her voice was a whisper, but it froze him. Then she kissed him again, just that soft touch, and pulled back to look into his eyes. “You saved my life. And I want to live it.”
    Oh, man… he was in such trouble with this. “Are you sure?”
    She didn’t answer, just pressed her soft lips to his.
    His beast was growling with need, and he wasn’t at all sure this was wise, but he couldn’t force himself to say no. He pulled her tighter into the kiss, then hooked his arm around her waist and eased her into his lap. She was so short, she fit perfectly—her tight bottom on his legs, pressing against his quickly growing erection, her lips at just the right level for kissing, and her body calling to his hands. He had one at the back of her head, bunched in her hair, angling her so he could plunder her mouth with his tongue. Her small moans, deep in her throat were driving him wild. He wanted to devour every inch of her sweetness. His other hand slid under her t-shirt, along her hot skin to the back, unhooking her bra, so he could have free rein with her breasts, which were pulling against the fabric of her shirt and taunting him as she arched her back.
    His beast ached for her. Noah growled and nipped his way down her neck, taking small tastes as he went. Her gasps and heaving chest were ramping up his desire like crazy. He wanted, no needed, to hear her screaming his name. He shoved up her bra, his hand still under her shirt, and roughly grasped the fullness of her breast. The mewling sound that came out of her mouth and the insanely tight perking of her nipple on his palm just drove him on harder. He yanked up her shirt, eager to get his mouth on that sweet bud, but when he did, she gasped in a way that was not good… and pulled away.
    She hastily pulled her shirt back down and folded in on herself with hunched shoulders.
    “God, Em, did I… did I hurt you?” He hadn’t even reached her breast with his mouth, but maybe, somehow, he had hurt some something along the way. She was so small and delicate…
    “No. No.” She was shaking her head, but it wasn’t entirely for him. She stared down at the hem of her shirt, twisting it in her hands. “No,” she said again, more resolutely, then smoothed down the shirt and looked up at him. “No, I want to do this.”
    He frowned. “We don’t have to do this.”
    “No, I want to.” She nodded, like she was convincing herself, then she