Page 30 of Awaiting the Storm (Wildhaven #1)

H is mouth collides with mine, and he kisses me hungrily as I unfold my legs and wrap them around his waist. His hands roam my body.

Slide under my shirt—his shirt—as he slowly lowers us and comes over the top of me.

My head falls back against the cool leather, and I reach up and thread my fingers into his silky, dark hair and pull him closer.

He presses his body into mine, and the evidence of his need is pulsing against my stomach.

The warmth permeating from the woodstove and the heat of him envelop me.

My body starts trembling with need, and I plant my right foot and bear up, trying desperately to get closer to him.

I arch my back, and his flannel shirt stretches across my aching chest. I slide my hands from his hair and down his back, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.

He lets out a guttural groan as his mouth runs down the column of my throat, sucking and nipping as he makes his way to my breast.

The desire that pulses through me takes me by surprise. I’ve never wanted a man so intensely before. My body has never felt this electrified, just from a touch. I long to explore and kiss every inch of his skin.

I grip him tighter as he undoes the top few buttons of the shirt and his tongue explores the top of my bare breasts. An exquisite tingle shoots straight down my spine as he sucks the nipple of one between his teeth while he caresses the other.

God, that feels so good.

I purr my encouragement as I fight to tug the hem of his shirt from his jeans.

He brings his head up at the sound, and before I have a chance to complain, he leans up and practically rips through the buttons of his shirt. Then he reaches behind his neck, grasps the collar of his T-shirt, yanks it over his head, and tosses them both to the floor.

I sit up and begin to fumble with the button of his jeans, and he places his hand over mine, stopping me.

“Matty,” he says, his voice strained.

My name tumbles from his lips in a raspy plea, and I know he’s giving me a moment to make sure this is what I want.

I capture his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between mine, and he releases my hand. I ease his zipper down slowly, and he is hard and ready as I reach in to release him from his boxer briefs.

I hold the base of him with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. Running the nail of my finger down the steely ridge. He twitches in my grip, and his breaths grow ragged as he watches me.

“Baby,” he murmurs as his hands drop to my neck and grasp me tightly.

He’s asking for permission.

I dart my tongue out and lick his bottom lip as I continue to stroke him.

“Yes,” I gasp, and the heat in his eyes as he watches me almost melts me into the leather.

He groans, and his hands fist in my hair. I fall back to the couch, and he undoes the rest of the buttons of the shirt I’m wearing.

I mutter unintelligible things as his mouth finds my breasts again. I can sense that he is holding on to his control by a thin thread as he takes his time. Kneading and nipping at the sensitive mounds as he slides the flannel off my shoulders.

Once he has me completely naked, he starts to nibble and lick his way down my body at a maddening pace. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of skin until I’m a desperate, trembling mess.

When he reaches my thighs, he gently presses them apart and growls low and deep in his throat, and it sounds like a strangled cry as he finds me wet and ready for him. He drags a finger across my core and then brings it to his lips, sucking my arousal from the tip.

I watch his face as he looks at me, bare for him. His breaths start to come quick, and he groans my name before I feel his mouth on me .

He spreads me with his fingers, and his tongue starts to explore my overheated flesh.

I thrust my pelvis forward as I cling to his hair.

“So good,” I moan.

Desire ripples down my spine as I watch him devour me. His tongue laps at my entrance before gliding up to flick at the tight bundle of nerves.

I moan his name, and the moment he nips at my clit with his teeth, I levitate off the couch.

Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure twists and knots inside of me as he inserts a finger and starts to curl it in and out.

He takes his time using his lips, tongue, and hands to drive me into a frenzy.

I sink my fingers into his scalp to keep him where I want him as I raise my hips to meet his tongue until I am shaking and writhing beneath him.

He brings his eyes to mine and holds my stare as he adds a finger, and I gasp his name as the orgasm rockets through me, flooding his mouth and sending a surge of electricity shooting up my spine.

As I lie there, catching my breath and trying to recover from the moment of ecstasy, he pushes himself up off the couch and offers me his hand.

My eyes take him in, standing before me. Broad shoulders. Wide, muscular chest. Chiseled abs and powerful thighs. The man looks good in clothes, but damn if he doesn’t look even better out of them.

I take his hand and follow him to the bedroom.

I fall onto the bed, and he crawls up my body.

His slick, bare skin against mine. Without taking his weight from me, he reaches out and opens the nightstand drawer.

He grabs a foil packet and opens it with his teeth.

He bears up, but before he can slide the latex over his length, I lean over and lick the dollop of clear liquid from the tip.

His eyes flare as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him in deep.

“Matty,” he moans as he hits the back of my throat. “Baby, wait.”

He cups my face, and I let him fall from my lips as I look up at him.

He bites his bottom lip before he rasps, “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up, and I need to be inside you.”

His hand drops, and I fall back onto the pillow as he pulls the condom from the open packet and covers himself. With one swift thrust of his hips, he fills me .

“Oh my God, yes,” I manage to gasp out.

He clasps one of my legs and feeds it over his hip so he can move deeper, faster, and my head rears back, striking the headboard as I fist the sheet at my sides.

He bends his head so he can kiss my exposed neck, and the feel of his gentle kiss in contrast to his pounding rhythm drives me wild.

His breath starts coming in short, hard pants as my leg locks tightly around his waist.

“You feel so damn good, Matty,” he grunts as my muscles tighten around him.

He grasps my hip as he pumps harder and faster.

I release the sheet and run my hands over his hips, grazing his skin with my fingernails before digging them into the curves of his ass and holding on.

He starts making those husky, guttural noises that let me know he is close to the edge.

I’m close again myself and desperate for release when he slips one hand between us, striking me in just the right place. My body begins to convulse as I hoarsely scream, “Yes, Case!”

He loses his grip on control and hammers into me as he slams his mouth to mine, his climax spilling inside me.

We lie here in silence, too spent to talk, our arms and legs entwined, skin slick with sweat as we slowly drift back to earth. Me beneath him, taking his weight as I stroke my hands up and down his back.

“Case,” I finally whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Was there any chicken left?” I ask.

He brings his head up and looks at me. “What?”

“Did we eat all the chicken?”

His eyes dance with amusement as he replies, “You want to discuss chicken while I’m still inside of you?”

I shrug. “I worked up an appetite.”

He dips his face to mine. And nips at my bottom lip.

“Then let me go feed you again. You need to refuel for round two.”