Lycan Heat, S. Yule [best selling autobiographies TXT] 📗

out—of consciousness, his distress had been palpable. And the thought that she’d made him feel responsible for her predicament tore at her heart.

He’d held on to her like a drowning man would hang on to a raft, as if his life depended on her survival. And the only thing she had been able to think about was that she had never made love with him, had never told him that she cared for him, that she...loved him. It was too soon for love, but even so, she knew it to be the truth. He proved time and again that her feelings, her safety, were important to him. He did care for her, and she didn’t want to wait to be with him any longer.

“Piers?” She stroked her fingers over his stubbly cheek, enjoying the texture of his growing beard.

“Yeah.” His voice heated her nearly as effectively as his body.

“Did you take my clothes off?”

“I took mine off too. It was the fastest way to warm you up.”

“Mm hmm. I appreciate you warming me up, by the way. As long as we are already naked”—she smiled up at him—“make love to me.”

“Sherry, you almost froze to de—”

“Shh.” She covered his lips with her fingers. “I’m fine now, thanks to you. Stop blaming yourself for what happened. It’s over now and you saved me.”

“When I saw you lying in the snow…” He closed his eyes.

“Stop. I’m okay.” She caressed his cheek tenderly. “You aren’t going to make me ask again, are you?”

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“If I was an honorable man, I’d keep my hands to myself and leave you after this whole ordeal is over. I’m no good for you. But hell if I’m man enough to resist an invitation like that.”

He took her mouth with a demanding kiss laced with desperation. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and she could feel the fast thump of his heart against her, the excited beat matching her own. His tongue delved into her mouth and she groaned at his erotic, spicy taste. He deepened the kiss, and she cried out when he cupped her breast.

His touch inspired a boldness in her that she never knew existed. Even though she was inexperienced, he made her feel sexy, beautiful. His every caress felt as though he were worshipping her. She ran the heel of her foot up his calf and his other hand reached around to cup her ass, bringing her tight against his groin. His heavy shaft pressed between them and lay against her belly. The sheer size of him gave her a moment’s pause, but he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew he wouldn’t.

He rotated his hips against her and groaned. His need sparked a need in her that nearly stole her breath. She ached for him and her body wept for him. She almost cried out when he broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers.

“God, Sherry. I want to take this slow, but I’m not sure I can the first time. I want you so bad, I can barely breathe.”

“I feel the same.” His raspy words made her shiver. “I want you to take me however you want, Piers. I just want to be with you.”

“Touch me. Please.” He wrapped his fingers around her hand and guided it toward his cock.

He released her and held his breath as she trailed along his abdomen and finally encircled him. He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to stroke him, then growled when she mimicked the moves he’d taught her only seconds before. He felt like velvet over steel, and her fingers barely touched around him. The moisture beading at the thick head was slick and made her strokes glide over him effortlessly. The whole act seemed more erotic in the dark with the gentle light of the moon popping out here and there through the dissipating clouds and snow.

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“Sweet mercy.” He gently tugged her hand from him. “If you continue that, I’ll shame us both.”

He guided her hand to rest on his hip and slipped his fingers between them. She gasped when one long finger slid along her slick, wet folds before diving inside her, and she dug her nails in him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. His thumb landed on her clit and drew circles around her sensitive flesh. Pressure built low in her belly as he continued to stroke her, and she desperately strained against him, knowing he was the only one that could relieve the ache throbbing between her legs.

He took her mouth again and plunged his tongue inside when she gasped. His kiss excited her, calmed her. She felt safe in his arms, cherished...loved. Did he love her? He cared for her, but she wanted more from him. She wanted all of him. He had her heart and she wanted his, but would he be willing to give it to her?

He took his lips from hers, his breathing ragged. His finger pushed deep inside her again, and they groaned in unison as her muscles clenched around him.

“You are so hot, so wet, so tight.” He pulled back and pushed deep again.

“Piers, please!”

She was surprised when he urged her on her side, her back to him. He cupped her breast in one hand, toying with her nipple, driving her mad while he pushed her knee forward until she was open and vulnerable to him. He nudged against her from behind while he held her still with one hand around her upper thigh and the other still cupped over her breast. He kissed her shoulder, and nipped at her skin.

“Have you ever made love with anyone?” he murmured against her in between licks and kisses.

“No.”

“You know it will be uncomfortable for a moment?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

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Before she could tell him he had nothing to be sorry for, he thrust his hips, slipped inside her, and tore through