As though the taste of him against her tongue exploded inside him as well, she felt his hand at the back of her head, his tongue pushing against hers as he groaned against her lips and pure erotic need began flashing between them.
Within seconds he had pushed his seat back, pulled her across his lap and taken control of the kiss. His tongue pressed between her lips as she closed them around it, sucking it into her mouth. Her tongue stroked against his, the narcotic taste of him whipping through her system, sizzling through her senses.
The taste of the kiss was as erotic as hell. It was the feel of the kiss, his hand pushing beneath her clothes, the feel of his erection beneath her rear, his tongue stroking against hers. Sensual, sexual. The feel of his body heating against hers, the feel of his heart racing in his chest, his heavy breathing, the deep, dark groan of male need.
It all combined and mesmerized her even before the mating hormone sizzled into her system. She was captivated, arching to him, aching for him even before the sizzle and the heated flames of mating heat began to overtake her.
And then things really got interesting.
SEVEN
Jessica wasn’t certain how they made it into the house. J She remembered him carrying her, his lips on hers, deep, desperate kisses filled with the spicy taste of the mating hormone and the even hotter hunger that had been flaring between them since the day they met.
Love at first sight. And second. And third. And on and on. As though a part of her had known that they were meant to be together, that they were meant for this moment.
She didn’t see much of the house. There were stairs. Most of the cabins were single story; this one was two. The upper story was a loft, she thought. In the center of it was a huge bed covered with a dark, quilted spread. A thick, heavy blanket that cushioned her back as he laid her against it.
She could look at the house later, she told herself. Hopefully much later.
Lying back, she watched as he rose from the bed, his expression dark and drawn with lust as he got to his feet.
His boots were the first to go. He reach down, pulled them off, one after the other, and never took his eyes from her.
Golden eyes locked with hers, eyes filled with promise and passion.
His shirt came next. The buttons were undone quickly, efficiently, revealing his impressive chest as Jessica felt her heart rate increase.
Her entire body was burning now. That was the mating hormone, that burn just under her flesh that only his touch, his kiss, would ease. It was a touch and a kiss that would soon be hers. All hers.
Her heart raced harder at the thought. Blood pounded, rushed through her veins, surging through her system with tidal force as it spread the mating hormone through her system.
When his fingers went to the heavy leather belt around his pants, loosening it before pulling at the metal buttons of his jeans, she swore she lost the ability to breathe for long, precious seconds.
He pushed the denim past his hips, working it over the thick, heavy erection jutting out from his body.
The wide crest of the dark shaft glistened damply as pre-come pearled at the tip. The flared head throbbed, spilled more of the dampness and had her lifting her hand as she rose from the bed.
The urge to touch him, to taste him, was nearly overwhelming. She was going to blame it on the mating heat, though she knew the fantasies that had sizzled through her veins for more than a year.
This was one of the fantasies.
There was no need to be shy. No need to draw back or to hold back. He belonged to her now, just as she belonged to him. She could touch him, could taste him as she pleased.
And this would so please her.
“Jesus! Jess.” His hands speared into her hair as her tongue swiped over the head.
The same spicy heat that filled his kiss was a subtle flavor on his cock. It exploded over her tongue as a little moan passed her lips, causing his hips to jerk at the feel of the sound against his cock.
His fingers tightened in her hair as his thighs bunched and tightened while her tongue licked and laved over the heavy crest.
She felt intoxicated, a feeling she knew couldn’t yet be attributed to the mating heat. Later, perhaps, but not right now. Not yet.
Right now, it was her. Her need, her hunger, her fantasies, and she wanted every last second of them to last forever.
Parting her lips, she enveloped the engorged head, her tongue stroking over the heated flesh as she felt the spill of his pre-come against her tongue.
Lubricating and heated, the fall of liquid had a purpose, and it wasn’t just the taste of the hormone or its arousing qualities.
Breed males were very well endowed, especially in the width department. The pre-come that spilled from them had a special hormone, one that relaxed and eased delicate feminine tissue during mating heat to ensure that there was no pain.
“God, Jess. Enough.” He pulled her away just when she was beginning to really enjoy the taste, the feel of him.
Eyes narrowed, she rose more fully to her knees, gripped the hem of her sweater and undershirt and pulled them free before tossing them to the floor.
She would have teased him further, but before she had time he pushed her back to the bed, gripped one leg and quickly unlaced a boot before drawing it from her. The second followed just as efficiently.
She hadn’t drawn a breath before his hands were at the snap and zip of her jeans. Those were peeled down her legs within seconds, leaving her naked before him.
She felt the flush that suffused her body as his gaze roved over her. From her face to the tips of her toes, he stared at her as though he could consume her.
Hawke had never seen anything, anyone, as lovely as Jessica. Slender and compact, her br**sts full and swollen, dark pink ni**les tight and hard.
Like candy he thought. Her ni**les looked like the sweetest candy.
Letting his gaze move lower, he tracked the pale perfection of her rounded belly, the smooth, pale thighs sprinkled with freckles and then the sweet, lush mound between them.
Her clit peaked out from the swollen, glistening folds. Throbbing and damp, it tempted his lips, his tongue. He’d dreamed of tasting her, of burying his lips between her legs and taking her with his tongue.
The realization that she was finally his, finally here for him to pleasure, had his c**k throbbing, the rich essence of his pre-come dampening the shaft as he lowered his body alongside hers.
God, he wanted to touch her all at once. Taste her all at once. His tongue licked over her ni**les before he drew one into his mouth and sucked at it hungrily. The tight little bud grew harder, tighter, hotter between his lips before he moved to the other. Its reaction was the same.