“Oh, this is lovely. Put me down.” Her delight was obvious and he was glad he’d brought her. He lowered one arm and let her feet touch the ground.
She inhaled the perfumed air and swiveled her head around. “I’ve never seen anything quite like this before. So many flowers. I don’t know what kind they are.”
“Me either.” He shrugged. “It’s pretty.”
She smiled up at him with such obvious delight his heart skipped a beat. “Thank you for bringing me here, for showing me this.”
“My pleasure.” He rested his hands on her hips and drew her to him. His cock nestled against her stomach. “The ground is soft here and the flowers and sweet grass can hide you from the rest of the world.”
Sylvie stared at the darkly handsome, tattooed man holding her. He was as tough as they came, ready and willing to fight. There was something almost feral about him at times. But Gator had many facets to him. She’d never guessed that beneath it all he was a poet and a romantic. Why else bring her somewhere like this?
She knew he wanted her. She could see his arousal and smell the light musk on his skin. Her body reacted to his nearness. Her nipples puckered and her pussy clenched.
“Sylvie?”
She knew without a doubt that he’d take her home if she asked. He was a man of honor, a man she could trust.
And oh, how she wanted him.
Last night had only wetted her appetite for him. She knew there was so much more to sex than she’d ever experienced. He’d given her a taste of it and she wanted more. Life was short and anything could happen. She wanted to reach out and grab some of the pleasure for herself.
He loosened his grip on her, tilted his head back and sighed. “We should get going.”
Sylvie didn’t want to go back. “No.” She sat down on the carpet of flowers and the perfume surrounded her. Then she held out her hand. “Join me. Please.”
His hands were clenched by his sides but, for the first time in her life, the gesture didn’t scare her at all. Gator was fighting himself, fighting to be noble and do what he considered the right thing.
“Please,” she added again.
“You know what will happen if I lie down with you?” Every muscle in his arms and chest were taut with barely restrained power.
“I know.” She knew what she was inviting and she wanted it. Wanted to feel the power of making love with a man of her choosing, one who she trusted not to hurt her.
Gator slowly lowered himself to the ground. She reached out and ran her fingers over his hard, hot erection. He sucked in a breath and growled. “You want to be careful, chère. I’m on the edge here.”
“You touched me last night. I want to return the favor.” She pushed him down until he was lying flat on his back with her kneeling next to him.
“This probably isn’t a good idea,” he muttered. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing again, but she didn’t feel the least bit of fear.
No, Sylvie was aroused. Her breasts ached for his touch and she was wet between her legs. She wanted him.
But first, she wanted to touch him, to learn his body and bring him pleasure.
She placed her hands on his chest and felt the muscles jump beneath her palms. Gator raised his arms over his head and tucked his hands behind his head. “I won’t be able to keep from touching you otherwise,” he told her after she raised one eyebrow in question.
Well, didn’t that just make her feel powerful and sexy? It was a heady sensation.
The muscles in Gator’s arms bulged with the effort it took him to control his natural inclination to touch her. She appreciated his restraint. She wanted to play, at least for a while.
His skin was tanned all over, evidence he spent time totally naked in the sun. “Why are there no white lines?” she asked as she ran an imaginary line just below his navel.
Gator sucked in a breath and moaned as her hand brushed against the head of his cock. “Don’t wear underwear.”
Of course he didn’t. Most male werewolves didn’t. It made it easier for shifting in a hurry. “So you sunbathe in the nude?” It was hard to imagine a man with as much energy as Gator taking the time to lie in the sun.
He shot her a sexy, knowing grin. “Not often, but on occasion. I can show you my rock sometime. It’s the perfect place to sprawl naked and soak up some rays.”
She laughed. “Now you’re teasing me. You work outside naked sometimes, don’t you?”
“That too.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared up at her. “But I’m serious about the sunbathing as well. But don’t tell the others.”
“Oh,” she teased back. “A secret.” It felt a little frightening and strangely liberating to tease a man, something she’d never dared before in her life. Yes, she’d teased her younger brother from time to time, but no one else, and never a man she’d been sexually attracted to. It just wasn’t done in her former pack.
“That’s right.” He winked at her and she couldn’t help but smile. Gator made her feel young and unafraid, like a woman who life hadn’t beaten down. That was the most perfect gift.
“You okay?” he asked. He was so in tune with her moods. She didn’t want to spoil this special moment with thoughts of the past. There was only this moment with the two of them.
“I’m better than okay.” She walked her fingers over his chest, through the slight mat of hair and over to one pebbled nipple. “How are you?” She rubbed the taut bud with her thumb.”
“You’re a cruel woman, Sylvie.” She could tell by his tone he was teasing and really liked her touch. It gave her the courage to keep going.
“Maybe you’ll like this better.” She leaned down and flicked her tongue over his nipple.
He groaned. “Cruel.”
“Maybe I should stop?”
This time he growled. She laughed surprising both of them.
Although his facial muscles were tense, he smiled. “You are so beautiful when you laugh.”
Self-conscious at the praise, she started to lower her head but stopped.
He nodded in approval. “Own who you are, Sylvie. Take what you want. I’m yours.”
And how could she resist an offer like that?
She couldn’t. Sylvie took a deep breath and prayed for the courage to continue. It was one thing to tease a playful wolf, another thing to tease a very aroused male werewolf.
Still, she was excited and not the least fearful.
She walked her fingers over his chest again. This time she walked them downward toward his heavy erection.
Chapter Thirteen
Gator wanted to grab her hand and drag it to his cock. The damn thing was engorged and throbbing like a toothache. He locked his fingers behind his head and prayed he’d have enough control to let her continue. He was curious to see what Sylvie would do. The fact she wanted to touch him was more than he’d hoped for this soon. Sylvie was changing before his very eyes, becoming surer of herself as a woman with each passing moment.
Her fingers lightly touched his chest and stomach as she worked lower. His cock flexed, as if straining to meet her. She brushed her thumb lightly over the broad, flared head and his hips arched upward. Pleasure rocketed through him and he didn’t even try to hold back his groan.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah.” His words released on a gasp as she stroked him again. Her touch was hesitant, as though she wasn’t quite sure of herself. He gritted his teeth to keep from grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his thick erection.
She trailed her fingers down his shaft. “So strong. Just like the rest of you.”
He was sweating now, and not just because it was a warm day and the sun was beating down on them. No, it was because Sylvie’s fingers were skimming lightly over his balls. He sucked in a breath and released it in a rush.
She glanced at him and
smiled. Gator decided then and there that he’d stay put even if it killed him. Her obvious joy was more than he could have ever wanted. She was enjoying touching him.
And what a picture she made. Kneeling among the flowers, totally naked and completely unselfconscious. She was so caught up in her exploration of him he thought she might have forgotten she wasn’t wearing any clothing.
Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples high. His mouth watered to taste them. The buds were a pale pink but darker now that she was aroused. Her scent was light and delicate, but he could smell her growing need and it fired his own, pushing him nearer the breaking point.
She was slender, her curves slight, but Sylvie was all woman. Her hair shone in the sunshine, falling around her shoulders and tumbling down her back in a sheer curtain of black. She was turned slightly, giving him a wonderful view of the curve of her hip and thigh.
“How do you like to be touched?” she asked.
“By you.” It was the honest truth. As long as she had her hands on him, he was happy.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and squeezed. He shut his eyes and lost himself in the sensation. Her hand was soft and much gentler than his was when he jerked himself off for sexual release. This was so much more intimate and satisfying.
She pumped her hand up and down, dragging it to the tip before going back down to the base. He growled. Damn that felt amazing.
His eyes snapped back open when he felt her warm breath against his skin. He swallowed heavily, hardly daring to breathe as her mouth got closer and closer to the head of his shaft.
Her pink tongue gently lapped at the tip. Gator groaned and struggled not to come. He didn’t want this to end so soon. “Sylvie.” He sounded like he’d swallowed ground glass his voice was so rough.
She ignored him and dragged her tongue all around the head, licking it like it was a lollipop. His spine was rigid, his muscles taut. He was close to snapping. His balls were so tight they were practically crawling into his body.
Then she opened her mouth and took him in.
As her wet warmth closed over his cock, Gator yelled and jerked his hips upward, driving his shaft deeper. Sylvie sucked on him and he lost it. There was no time to warn her. Gator came in a hard rush. He expected her to pull away, but she surprised him by sucking on his dick. That made him come even harder.
Pleasure exploded like a supernova, bursting inside him. He lost all sense of time and place. Nothing existed but Sylvie and what she was doing to him.
When he finally recovered the mental capacity for thought, he realized he was muttering prayers in French. Sylvie was licking at his shaft. The damn thing was still hard. His hands ached and he slowly unlatched his fingers. He was slightly surprised none of them were broken he’d gripped them so tight.
He lowered his arms and brushed his hand across the top of her head. She released his cock and licked her lips. Damn, her lips were moist and puffy. Totally kissable.
“That was—” He shook his head. “There are no words.”
He didn’t think she was aware she was petting him, stroking his chest and stomach. He, on the other hand, was very aware.
Gator moved swiftly. Sylvie gave a small shriek, more surprise than fear. Then she was flat on her back staring up at him. He smiled at her. “My turn.”
Sylvie licked her lips again. She could still taste Gator. She’d given blowjobs before. Her mate had demanded them. This was the first time she’d given one of her own free will. It was also the first time she’d enjoyed it.
Gator loomed over her like some avenging god from pagan mythology. His black hair hung around his incredibly attractive face. His biceps were thick ropes of muscle. His chest solid, his abs ripped.
His eyes seemed even bluer in the sunlight. He really was handsome, but that wasn’t why she was drawn to him. Well, not the only reason. He made her feel safe. He made her feel as though he really saw her, and not just the woman she was, but also the one she was striving to become.
He leaned down and licked her bottom lip. She automatically opened to him and he took the invitation. His tongue stroked hers in the most tantalizing manner. She was wet between her legs, her pussy empty and aching for what only he could give her.
Sylvie couldn’t imagine trusting another man like she did Gator. Getting naked and close to anyone else left her cold.
“Hey.” Gator dropped light, undemanding kisses on her lips. “What are you thinking?”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to talk about all her hang-ups and problems. Not now. “How much I enjoyed myself.” Not a lie. She loved touching him.
He smiled again and her pussy spasmed. “Not half as much as I did.”
That surprised a laugh from her. She’d never imagined laughing in the middle of a sexual encounter. Gator was special.
He nuzzled her chin and kissed his way down her throat. She tensed slightly when he nipped at the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. If he noticed her reaction—and she was pretty sure he had—he didn’t mention it.
She wanted to rub the back of her neck where her mating mark was. She’d always hated the thing and it would never fade.
Gator licked her collarbone and the space between her breasts. It suddenly got more difficult to breathe. He cupped one of her breasts in his broad palm, plumping it lightly. His tanned, work-roughened hand against her pale skin was a reminder of how much stronger he was than her, of the basic contrast between male and female.
She touched his hair and he raised his head. They stared into one another’s eyes for the longest time. Neither of them spoke. Then he lowered his head again and caught her nipple between his lips and sucked on the tip.
Sylvie moaned and twined her fingers in his hair, holding him to her. “Yes.” She wanted his hands and his mouth on her.
Later, she might worry about what she’d done, but she didn’t think she’d have any regrets. How could she? What they were doing was so beautiful. It went beyond just sex and into a realm she’d never been before.
Gator was showing her the beauty in touching a man and having him touch her.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple and then tugged on it again with his mouth. Sylvie’s hips undulated. She wanted more. Needed it.
He worked his way to her other breast and gave it the same attention. Her pussy tightened, clenching and releasing with each sensual tug on her nipple.
“Gator.” She moaned his name. As if that was the sign he’d been waiting for, he left her breasts and worked his way down her stomach. He stroked and licked and kissed a descending path.
He positioned himself between her thighs. There was no thought of hiding herself, of not opening to him. Not now. And she feared not ever. Gator was quickly becoming an addiction.
He pushed her thighs wider and stared at her. “I couldn’t really see you as well as I wanted to last night.” His voice was low and rough. Her pussy spasmed in anticipation.
He touched her slick folds, caressing her with his fingers. Then he inhaled. “I love your scent.”
The things he said to her made her blush, but she didn’t care. She lifted her hips in silent invitation. Thankfully, he took it. His breath was warm even though her skin felt as though it was on fire with need.
She cried out when he dragged his tongue over her clit before circling the bud. Sylvie dug her fingers into the ground beside her, and the air was perfumed anew with the sweetness of flowers.
Gator was relentless in pursuing her pleasure. He eased one thick finger into her. Her gasp quickly turned into a moan as he pulled his finger back to the edge of her opening before thrusting deep again.
“So good,” she groaned.
There was even more pressure as he pushed two fingers inside her, widening her, opening her. His lips and tongue continued to lave and tease her clit. She tilted her head back but couldn’t look at the bl
azing sun for more than a second. She didn’t want to close her eyes. Didn’t want to miss a moment of this experience.
She looked down at Gator, his wide shoulders holding her thighs apart, his head buried against her pussy as he pleasured her.
Then he curled his fingers upward as he withdrew them. The spot he hit sent her spiraling. She cried out his name and clutched at his hair, holding him prisoner against her. She bucked and sobbed as she came. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers and clutched them tight.
She carefully uncurled her fingers from his hair and let her hands fall to her sides. Gator raised his head from between her thighs. Keeping his gaze on hers, he pulled himself up and over her.
His cock, heavy and full once again, pressed against her stomach. Even though she’d just had the most explosive orgasm, her entire body ached for something more.
“It’s up to you.”
Gator knew he’d never forget the image of Sylvie sprawled naked among the wildflowers, her body replete and the scent of her cream in the air. He didn’t think she even knew she was smiling. It wasn’t a large one. More of a slight upward tilt at the corners of her mouth. But he was very aware.
It was time to take this to the next stage, but only if she was ready and it was what she wanted.
“Sylvie?”
She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. When she pulled him down to her, he didn’t resist. He kissed her, tasting his essence mixed with hers. It was heady and curled his toes, not to mention what it did to his cock. The damn thing was harder than a spike and getting even tighter by the second.
He wanted to rush, wanted to drive his dick into her wet, welcoming heat. Instead, he kissed her. She opened to him like the wildflowers did to the sun. He ate at her lips and devoured her mouth until they were both breathless.
When she arched upward and rubbed her stomach against his cock, he knew it was time.
Praying for patience, Gator eased one hand under her sweetly rounded ass and tilted her hips. He positioned the head of his shaft at her opening and paused one final time. She made a little moan of frustration and lifted against him.
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