Page 35 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

I pull my hands from his, and he drops his hands down to his side.

His head droops as if I’m going to deliver the worst news to him.

This poor man and his pain that’s so clear to see now.

With both my hands, I caress his face, lifting it till he is again looking up at me.

Slowly, I lean down until our mouths are only a breath away from each other.

“I’m ready, too,” I whisper against his lips before closing the distance.

The kiss starts out slow and explorative.

Like two people learning about each other and how to move together.

He leans up and wraps his arms around my back before lifting me up.

Shifting till I’m straddling his lap, his hands run up my back to tangle into my hair.

The gentle pull on my hair as his lips dance across mine elicits a moan from me.

He growls against my lips at the sound pulling me closer. “You feel what you are doing to me?” He nibbles at my bottom lip.

I roll my hips along the impressive length between us. A gasp leaves my lips as I realize just exactly what he is packing down there. My eyes bulge as he smirks.

“Keep that up and we won’t be doing much more with clothes on.”

My skin flushes at his words. His nostrils flare as the scent of my arousal fills the surrounding air.

“Someone likes the idea of that,” he mumbles against the skin of my neck as he sprinkles kisses down it.

My hands run up his neck to grip the hair on the back of his head.

His canines nip at my neck, pulling whimpers from me. There’s no hiding that I’m grinding on his dick now. When he comes to the junction of my neck and shoulder, he leans back and whispers, “I can’t wait to put my mark right there, Rose.”

My body shudders when he presses his teeth down, as if he’s going to do it right now.

“You aren’t quite ready for it.” He licks the indentions he left as I continue to move against him. “But I can at least finish what I started.”

Before I can question what he is talking about, he moves the chiffon of my dress out of his way.

I can feel the slick soaking my thong to the point I’m sure it would drip down if I wasn’t wearing underwear to begin with.

His fingers run up my thigh and I pant, watching them move toward me.

My chest is heaving in anticipation. I’ve never been touched before by anything other than my own hands and toys.

“Look at me, Rose.” My eyes snap to his as the breaths heave out of me. “I know you’ve never been touched before. We are going to take this slow.”

His hand wraps around the back of my neck and with a firm pull, he brings our mouths back together. The kiss is nothing like the earlier one. This one is full of passion and feels almost hungry, as if we have both waited forever for this moment.

His fingers wiggle against my cloth-covered seam, causing me to twitch. He laughs against my lips. “Someone is sensitive.”

I slap his shoulder before he pulls me back into him.

He breaks the kiss, and he moves down my chin as he slips my thong out of his way. The kiss of air against my swollen, flaming skin brings a gasp to my lips. Warrick leans in close to my ear, and he says, “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you scream my name.”

His middle finger twirls around my bud as he dips down every few times to gather more of my slick. His lips move back down the column of my neck as he continues his tantalizing movements. “You’re so wet for me, Rose. I bet you bloom so prettily, just like everything else about you.”

My clothes feel constricting, as if they’re holding in more than my skin and the swelling of emotions inside of me. I can feel the slick dripping out of me onto his slacks, but I couldn't care less at this moment.

“Ready?” he mumbles against my ear.

I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to when I nod my head.

“Words, Rose, I need your words.”

“Yes…” I swallow, my dry mouth. “Yes!” I gasp out.

Several things happen next. He shoves his fingers inside of me while grinding his palm down on my clit.

His teeth clamp down on my neck hard enough to break the skin.

I erupt in an orgasm that whites out my sight.

Screaming his name to the ceiling as the waves of the orgasm wash across me.

It feels as though I’m in a turbulent ocean as my body is rocked.

Warrick licks the drips of blood that came from his bite as he hums in contentment. “I knew it would be as beautiful as everything else about you.”

“What...” I swallow to wet my dry mouth. “What was that?”

He chuckles as he picks me up to set me down on the couch. “That, my Rose, was what orgasms are like between mates, with only the exception of truly being bonded.” He turns to walk out of the room down the hallway toward the back of the cabin.

I scramble to get up. The rustle of the dress causes him to turn around with a questioning look on his face. “Where… Where are you going?”

He smirks before he turns to keep walking. “I’m grabbing a washcloth to clean you up. I’m sure you don’t want to sit in slick and cum, right?”

My mouth hangs open as I watch him walk away. Who knew it could be like this for us?