Page 30 of Wishes in the Moonlight (Rocky Mountain Wolves #4)

~Troy~

If having Amanda sit on my face had been heaven, I didn’t know what to call the way I felt when she kissed me. It felt just as good but more grounded somehow, more deeply rooted, like vines were digging beneath my skin and tying the two of us together.

She tasted even better than she smelled, and her scent had always been mouth-watering. With every soft press of her lips and every tentative swipe of her tongue, I simultaneously wanted to savour each second and devour her whole.

I’d kissed other women before, but I’d never had a kiss like this.

In the back of my mind, a little voice tried to remind me that we still hadn’t fully defined what any of this meant, but deep down, I didn’t care enough to stop. If she only gave me that night, I would rather have it than nothing at all.

But more than that, I didn’t think Amanda would toy with me that way. She knew how I felt, she knew what I’d been through over the last seven years, and though she might not have said the words, her kiss felt like an answer anyway.

An answer that said I see you.

I want you.

And even if that wasn’t quite I accept you or I love you , for now, it was enough.

Her soft lips moved from mine to trace a line down my jaw and onto my neck, sending a shiver of pure pleasure through me. How could such a light touch feel so fucking good?

When she reached the neckline of my black uniform shirt, she paused. “Can you take this off?”

Almost before she finished speaking, I had the hem of the shirt gripped tight in my hand, ripping it over my head without a moment’s hesitation.

Amanda’s giggle lit up the whole room, filling it with lightness and joy.

She so rarely giggled, at least not when I was around.

Around others, her laugh was always controlled.

Polite. But as my shirt flew across the room, her shoulders shook with amusement, and my chest swelled with satisfaction.

I wanted to hear that laugh every day for the rest of my life.

Her eyes still dancing as they held my gaze, she leaned forward to place a kiss on my bare shoulder.

A groan rumbled in my chest, the sparks from the touch of her lips on my skin stoking my growing need higher with each passing second.

My cock hardened, demanding attention, but I ignored it to watch her move in a lazy line across my shoulder and down to my pecs, leaving a trail of light kisses and licks in her wake.

In all the times I’d imagined what being with her would be like, my fantasies centred primarily around the pleasure I would give her.

I didn’t spend much time picturing her exploring my body, but now that we were actually there, it didn’t seem strange at all.

Of course she would be a little dominant; Alpha blood ran through her veins, giving her a natural authority.

Pack instinct willed me to submit to her while my mate instinct urged me to take control.

The twin desires pushed and pulled against each other, leaving me on edge and utterly at her mercy.

Thankfully, once she’d completed a full traverse of my torso, she sat back up and arched an eyebrow at me. “Do you want a turn?”

“Fuck, yes.”

My throaty growl earned me another smile, and I hardly dared to breathe as she reached down to unbutton the pretty blouse she wore.

Inch by inch, her delicate skin came into view, along with the lacy black bra that matched the panties she wore.

My mouth watered once again as she pulled the shirt off entirely and leaned back in open invitation.

I wasted no time diving in. My tongue found the hollow at her collarbone, licking a wide circle before my teeth nipped at her skin.

Her soft sigh drove me on further, laying wet, hungry kisses downwards until I reached the swell of her perfect breasts.

I kissed her over the bra first, my teeth finding her already peaked nipple through the fabric.

When she gasped in surprise, my fingers slid beneath the fabric and pulled it down, exposing the pretty pink bud to me so I could suck it into my mouth completely.

“Troy.” She moaned my name as her thighs pressed together, her body shifting on the bed and the scent of her arousal in the air growing stronger.

So much for taking things slow. The sounds and smell and taste of her were too much, and before I even knew what I meant to do, I had the zipper of her pants pulled down and my hand plunged between her legs, beneath the damp panties there and straight to her clit.

With another growl, I switched to her other breast, sucking and licking the nipple while my fingers rubbed at her clit. Amanda’s head fell back, her hips pressing forward to grind against my hand, responding to my eager pace with equal urgency.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, one hand knotting in my hair and pressing my face even harder against her breast. “That’s… so good. The sparks… you… fuck!”

Her body contracted with her orgasm, her back arching and her thighs tightening around my hand. I eased the pressure but kept rubbing her through a small wave of aftershocks, her body vibrating with residual pleasure.

“Amanda.” My voice seemed to have dropped an octave as I rasped her name. “I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”

I didn’t phrase it as a question, but I knew she’d hear the unspoken query anyway.

I didn’t carry condoms with me, because why the hell would I?

On top of that, everyone knew mated pairs were more fertile.

I had no idea if she used any kind of birth control, so the decision about whether or not we went any further that night rested entirely with her.

To my immense relief, her gorgeous brown eyes met mine with steely resolve. “I want that too. We don’t need to worry; I’m taken care of.”

Thank the fucking goddess.

Almost as fast as I’d gotten rid of my shirt, I stood up and ripped off the rest of my clothes.

There was no giggle from Amanda this time, just a hurried shimmy as she pulled her pants the rest of the way down, kicking off her shoes once again.

When I turned back to her, we were both fully naked, and despite the driving desire that made it difficult to think with anything but my cock, I took a moment to simply admire the incredible work of art in front of me.

She was flawless. Soft and curvy, her skin smooth and waxed, her inner thighs glistening with her wetness and her nipples still pebbled and taut. Her hair, usually so carefully styled, had pulled loose, strands curling over her bare shoulders. Pink flushed her cheeks and her eyes flared with need.

I couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful.

“I hate this bed,” I grumbled by way of apology as I sat back down.

I would have loved to be on top, to let her lie back and lose herself while I ravished her, but it simply wouldn’t work in the space we had.

Instead, I reached over and pulled her on top of me, twisting her body so that she faced me, her thighs straddling my pelvis.

When she sat down, her wet pussy sliding against my hard cock, we both moaned.

No, it wasn’t the way I’d imagined it, but it was still perfect, and when she lifted her hips and reached between us to grab hold of me, lining me up to her entrance, the world seemed to stop.

And when she sank down on top of me, taking me inside her for the first time, my life was finally complete.