Page 9 of Loan Wolf (Green Valley Shifters: Generations #1)

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GABE

G abe knew he should insist on taking Clara back to her hotel and drop her at the door before he did something he regretted, but he couldn't resist talking to her a little longer, and a little longer, until he was confessing things to her that he’d never told another person, lapping up her company. He felt like he was peeling away layers of her, and drinking in a person no one else might ever see, and she was seeing into his own soul like he was transparent to her.

And then she kissed him, her hand trailing in between his thighs, and Gabe was so surprised and desperate that he kissed her back instead of pushing her straight off.

Once he had the taste of her in his mouth, he knew that he was lost forever. Her lips were so soft and perfect, her body against his, her hair in his fingers, her hands…

It took every ounce of his self control to take her by the shoulder and pry her away. “Clara,” he said achingly.

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said tartly. “And I’m not looking for a relationship or a promise. I’m just tired of being the good girl, and I want you to fuck me and forget me. No strings, no rings. Got it?”

That was all he could offer her anyway. He couldn’t give this woman—this shining star, this complicated, beautiful, bewitching woman!—the future she deserved. But they could have this moment. This night could be theirs.

“Got it,” he growled, and then he could take her hair in one hand again and kiss her back even harder, his other hand pulling her close at her waist. She crawled into his lap, straddling his rising hard-on through his jeans. Her thighs around his were strong and sure.

It wasn’t a sweet, romantic kiss, it was a desperate kiss, a demanding kiss, and Gabe was honestly not sure which of them was more forceful about it; his efforts to hold himself back were futile now.

She clawed at his shirt, struggling to get it up but hampered by his arms around her. Gabe was only willing to release one of them at a time, and he heard stitches rip when he finally got the shirt off. Then he returned the favor, but he was gentler with the buttons of her shirt.

Every inch that he revealed was more glorious. Her skin was creamy and clear, soft under his thumbs. He slipped his fingers under her bra, tracing around to the back to tease off the clasps. She arched against him and gave an intoxicating moan as he released her petite, perfect breasts. He cupped them and kissed down her collarbone to her nipples.

Her fingers clutched at his hair and her legs tightened around him. “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes!”

Gabe’s jeans were painfully tight now, and the discomfort kept him grounded. He cupped her ass and picked her up with him, turning so that she was backed up against the tree and he could press against her with his whole body.

An inconvenient branch whipped him in the face. Nature was not always conducive to coitus.

“I’ve got bike blankets in the truck,” he told her, nuzzling her neck.

Clara clutched around his shoulders. “You’re like a boy scout, always prepared.”

“There’s a multitool in my pants, too,” Gabe quipped and he hissed when Clara sent a hand searching for it, squeezing his cock.

“You thought of everything,” Clara said admiringly. Her hand was still stroking him through his pants and Gabe cast for anything else he might need to remember, knowing that his brain was very shortly going to be bereft of blood.

“Condom,” he remembered against her mouth. “In my wallet.”

She gave a squeak as he picked her up again and carried her to the truck. He always carried a few extra blankets to pack around bikes. He had to put her down to spread them out in the bed of the truck, and she vaulted into the back with him and resumed kissing exactly as they’d left off. The blankets were itchy military surplus wool, but it was better than the roots and rocks of the shore of the pond.

Gabe got Clara’s pants off with her help—they were stretchy and had no buttons or zippers, and her underpants came eagerly with them. He stopped her when she fumbled for his pants. “You first, princess.”

She stiffened and Gabe immediately regretted the pet name. “I’m not a princess,” she snarled.

Gabe didn’t want to lose the moment they were having and he cast for the best way to salvage it. His mouth was very close to her ear and he took her lobe gently in his teeth. “You’ll be my princess if I say so,” he growled at her.

He doubted anyone had ever spoken to Clara that way, and he wondered if he had overplayed his hand until she gave a tiny, delighted noise and arched up against him. Gabe found her entrance with his fingers and probed to see what made her squirm the most, testing pressure and speed and position.

She was wet for him, and every move she made wound him tighter. He played her, ignoring the throbbing need in his own pants, and kissed her and held her at the base of the neck with his other hand until she was crying out in helpless release and Gabe nearly joined her without direct physical stimulation.

He kissed her down the other side of her orgasm, holding her gently against him as she shuddered and gasped.

“Gabe,” she said between kisses. “Gabe…”

Her hand found his belt and Gabe didn’t resist this time when she helped him out of his shoes and pants. Gabe rescued the jeans before she could toss them out of the truck, and fished the promised condom from his wallet.

“Safety first,” Clara said, still breathing hard. Her hand carefully circled Gabe’s cock as he attempted to open the package with his teeth and he nearly inhaled the condom instead.

She was giggling almost hysterically as she helped him smooth the sheath down over his very attentive member and then gasped as he pushed her gently down onto the blankets and drove into her at last. She spread her legs willingly and gave a sweet noise of surrender as he found a rhythm that he thought he could maintain for a moment as Clara rose under him again.

At the end of it, there was no restraint and no dignity. She screamed his name and he lost himself in her completely, dying a little in pleasure.