Base Nature
iv…” he sta r t ed , his v o ice h o l d ing a wa r ning.

    “I came to s ay I w a s s o rr y f o r kiss i ng y o u . F o r be ing inapp r o p r iat e . Bu t n o w, I …” H e r f ing er s t u ck e d th e ms e lv e s, l o ng and c o o l and de lica t e , u n de r his waist b an d . He
    t r i e d to b ite h i s t o ng u e to f o c u s his att e nti o n. He t r i e d to c o u nt in his h e ad t o d iv er t
    hims e lf. Bu t all he c o u ld sm e ll o r f ee l o r thi n k was h e r a nd h e r fing er s o n his b a r e s k in and h e r p u lse p o u n d ing l ike s o me b ig p r imal f o r ce i n his e a r s.
    He att e mpt e d to p u ll b ack bu t she c ur l e d th o se l o ng, e l e gant fi n g er s in t o his sw e ats and h e ld him. O h, G a rre t t c o u ld have br o k e n h e r h o ld e asily. E v e n as he p u ll e d in an o th e r bre ath, sat ur at e d with the a dd ictive sm e ll o f h er , he th o ug ht a b o u t d o i n g j u st that. Bu t the f ee l o f the b ack o f h e r kn u ckl e s p u sh e d f l u sh to the p u lse that p o u n de d l o w in his be lly was st r o ng e r than his re s o lv e . Wh e n s he st e pp e d to him, he d i d n ’ t p u ll b ack.
    She d i d n ’ t ki s s him bu t the f ee l o f h e r bre ath o n his face was m o r e intimate than any kiss had e v e r bee n. “Y o u s h o u ld b e h o me s afe in bed ,” he sai d . T r ying to b e a g e ntl e man, p o lit e . T ry ing so ha r d to d o the r ight thing.
     

    “I want to b e safe i n bed ,” s he sai d . She wa t ch e d him, l o o king j u st as s h o ck e d as he f e lt. Bu t a l so fl u sh e d and g o r g e o u s. T he s m ile o n h e r lips s h o w e d s o me o f the wa rr i o r he c o u ld f ee l hi dde n i nsi d e h er .
    S o m e thing br o k e n i nsi d e him h e al e d j u st s ee ing that l o o k o n h e r fac e . G a rre tt smil ed , wa t ching n o w to s e e what w o u ld happ e n. A sp e ctat o r i n h i s o wn lif e . I t was u p to L iv.
    Wh e n she p u sh e d h e r lips t o his, f o r o ne split s e c o nd he h e ld h i s bre ath. Waiti n g f o r L iv to f re ak o u t o r change h e r min d . S he d id n e ith er . I nst e a d , s he p u sh e d h e r s o ft, w e t t o ng u e past h is lips and that ’ s wh e n h is re s o lve br o k e . He ha u l e d h e r f o r wa r d as g e ntly as was h u manly p o s si b le at the m o m e nt. T he w o lf was n o t g e ntl e , n o r was its h u man and that pa r t o f him w a nt e d to th r o w h e r d o wn r ight th ere . T he ur ge to p ee l h e r o u t o f h e r r i d ic u l o u s b ig, p u ffy re d r o b e and p u sh h e r th i ghs wi d e s o he c o u ld e nt e r h e r was n e a r ly o v er wh e lming.
    G a rre t t s e ttl e d f o r g r ipping tightly t o h e r hips and p u shing h i s c o ck to the wa r m y e t c o nc e al e d V be tw e e n h e r l e gs. H i s b o d y sc re am e d to b e h a sty and g e t i n si d e h er . He kn e w she w o u ld b e p er f e ct and wa r m and w e lc o ming.
    H e r l ips tast e d like p e pp e r mint and h e r t o n g u e was h o t a gainst his. “I want y o u , G a rre tt.” He h e a r d that g e ntle t re m o r i n h e r v o ice that signal e d th e se kin d s o f w o rd s w er e f o re ign t o h e r and he s mil ed .
    “I th i nk it ’ s cl e ar what I w a nt r ight a b o u t n o w.” He r an his palms o v e r the sw e ll o f h e r ass, f ee ling the h a r d bu t s o ft l in e s o f h e r m u scl e s. She b it his b o tt o m l ip g e nt l y and he sti f l e d a d a r k s o u nd that th re at e n e d to r ise u p in h im.
    She had no i de a what she was d o ing h ere .
    L iv p u ll e d at his hair and ki s s e d him dee p e r , r o lling h e r f u ll h ips to his p e lvis u ntil he t h o u ght he m ight j u st dr o p de ad in the e nt r yway. “ L iv…”
    “ P l e as e ?” T he way she said it br o ke his h e a r t a littl e . L ike she f e a re d h e’ d act u ally t ur n h e r d o wn.
    “ T his is n o t a pl e ase sit u ati o

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