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Colt started to lean in toward his mate. Jena’s hand came up between them, and she palmed his chest.
“Whoa there furry balls,” she said, scowling up at him, and Colt’s top lip twitched as he grunted and berated himself for rushing his mate.
“You have a problem with me kissing you?” Colt reasoned it out. Sure, he may have been in the wrong, but it had felt so right.
“I do if you’re going to do it in a lame ass, schoolboy the type of way,” she tossed back at him.
“Huh?” Colt eyebrows pinched together, his forehead wrinkled, and he had a kind of cute, confused look on his face.
Jena thought that it probably wasn’t the time to go into the whole cute thing again.
“What happened to the passionate arm around the waist, swept me up against you, devoured me like you meant it…?”
Jena was offering him a mental picture, but she only needed to get so far. She felt the steel of Colt’s arm around her waist, he yanked, she got squished against him — but in a damn good way – and then his soft, but demanding lips came at down on hers.
She could have sighed — but that was giving him a free pass not to try his hardest, and she considered herself worth the very best.
That was it. That was the moment that she knew for sure that forever wasn’t so damn scary after all. Not if forever was in his big, muscled arms being kissed like he couldn’t get enough.
Jena knew exactly how that felt because she was feeling it too. She had the need to climb up his body and wrap herself around him like a vine..
She went with what felt right, and the grasp of Colt’s large hands against her curvy backside only shot even more excitement through her body. She wrapped her legs around him and felt the hard press of his length against her sex.
That feeling was worth its weight in gold, and there was no way in hell that she could keep her hips from moving against his and feeling the hardness of his cock against her. The hearty, hungry growl that got caught in the back of his throat sounded damn fine to her.
The fact that the growl rolled in his chest and vibrated against the hard nubs of her nipples was a bonus. A damn fine bonus that came with its own hell — her nipples ache to be touched, sucked, nipped, but the good news was that he was the man to do it.
Colt was trying his damnedest to go slow — kind of. His temptress of a mate had climbed up and wrapped herself around him of her own volition — that had to say something about her state of mind.
He was male, and men tended to take things at face value, but she was his mate and what if he got it wrong?
How wrong could he get it? She was rubbing her sex against his cock like she wanted him, needed him, and yet, he still didn’t have a clue if this was forever in her mind.
Perhaps the mating pull had sent her wild with need, and her brain had just gone to mush. He couldn’t take that chance.
Colt could feel the beast within him trying to push forward to claim their mate. What if he claimed her and she wasn’t ready?
There were things that needed to be said — and his body was writing checks that his brain couldn’t cash — not his little brain — that could cash them just fine, but if she was still undecided…
Colt took two large steps forward, and Jena’s back was against the wall. He tore his lips from hers and tried to speak, but nothing came out.
He buried his face between her neck and her shoulder to stop himself from kissing her again and took her scent at the source. Damn fine.
That didn’t stop his hips from moving against hers, his hard cock from rubbing against her sex, and the sexy as hell sounds that were getting caught in the back of her throat were enticing him to kiss her all over again.
He needed a moment of sanity, clarity, and he damn well wasn’t going to get it like that.
Colt yanked her back from the wall, spun on his heels, and stalked toward the bedroom. Maybe being in a room with a damn big bed and all that implied wasn’t the best idea — but he had to do something, or he was going to take her against the wall, bury himself deep, and not stop until she was his.
That was no way to take your mate for the very first time.
Colt wanted to savour her as best he could, love her the way a mate should, and taste every inch of her body until his need got the better of him. Then his beast side would rise up to claim him — claim her — but there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot that he could do about that.
Mine…
Colt placed her back down on the bed, yanked the shirt from over her head, and grunted at the sight of the large globes of her breasts cupped by red lace. Damn, his libido just went into overdrive, and he hadn’t expected his kickass mate to be wearing something so delicate, so tempting, but he was damn glad that she was.
He had the urge to rip that lace right off her body, but instead, he used the pad of his thumb to slide it down under her right breast and hold it in place as he devoured, first one hard nipple, and then the other.
His mate certainly wasn’t backwards in telling him exactly what she liked. That sounded damn good to his ears but probably wasn’t good for his sanity and the clarity thing that he was trying to find.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Colt knew that he still didn’t have her consent, her agreement to be his. That was a sobering thought considering that as he worked his tongue, his teeth, his lips over her breasts, he’d pulled off her boots and stripped her jeans from her legs, and discovered the matching red lace of her panties.
Colt moved down her body; his tongue licked over her skin, his teeth nipped against her flesh until he encountered the red lace. Damn, he wanted to rip them free, expose her sex to his hungry tongue, and devour her until she cried out for mercy.
Jena hadn’t said yes. But she hadn’t said no either. His little brain wanted what his little brain wanted, and to hell with his big brain anyway.
Colt grunted in annoyance; he needed to ask the question — say the words — but the scent of her arousal urged him on. When her fingers ran through his hair and fisted it, holding him in place, he reasoned that if her panties were still on, then he couldn’t really go wrong.