rare as in my food might
still be kicking.”
“I’ll be sure to keep wet wipes in my pocket.” He used his
hold on her hands to pull Calder closer. Bare inches separated them before she
remembered to speak.
“I don’t do morning anything. There’s such a thing as being
too close and sharing your morning breath is way past my comfort zone.”
Instead of agreeing with her completely sensible rule, Roark
burst out laughing, evaporating any tension, sexual or otherwise, clouding the
room and their thoughts. “You say pretty much whatever pops into that beautiful
head, don’t you?”
Since he didn’t sound upset or even mildly annoyed, Calder
nodded. “Felines aren’t known for their restraint. We see something we want and
we go after it. The same applies to our thought process. We think it then speak
it. Really no censoring involved.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, closing the last few inches separating
them. “I believe I can learn to love that about you.”
“The morning breath is a deal breaker.” She whispered the
words against his lips, both enjoying and hating the anticipation building
between them.
“I’ll see what I can come up with to prevent such a
catastrophe as I’m sure I’ll desire you as much in the morning light as I do in
the night.”
“Enough teasing,” she growled and slipped a hand around his
neck to pull his head down.
Lighting struck her senses with the first touch and taste of
his full lips. They were warm, shockingly soft for such a strong, solid man.
His taste exploded through her senses, better than a full bowl of sweet cream.
Calder could get drunk on his flavor alone. When his tongue pressed the seam of
her lips, demanding entrance, she eagerly opened for him. At the first fiery
touch they both exhaled then Roark took her, sank into her mouth, tongue
probing deep, stroking and inciting.
She tugged him closer, wanting to banish even the smallest
distance between them. She could simply sink into him and his kisses, they
drugged her in a way she’d never experienced before. The long, languid strokes
of his hand on her covered breast mimicked his tongue in her mouth. He lifted
his head for a second then moved in deeper, tongue diving into her mouth,
seducing her further with each stroke.
Without quite being aware of it, they somehow moved together
until they ended up on the thick carpet in front of the fire. The embrace
brought her close to him, so close her breasts touched the soft material of his
shirt. There was no need for more words. Their bodies understood what nature
demanded.
She was the one who initiated the kiss, but Roark took
control of it immediately, one arm holding her tightly to him, the hand at the
back of her head holding her steady for his plundering kiss. Her breasts were
crushed against his hard chest and she wanted to feel the bare skin of him
warming her flesh.
Quick as a thought, Calder partially shifted one hand, her
gleaming claws breaking out long enough to carefully slice through the thin
material. Returning her hand to normal, she broke the kiss long enough to pull
back and yank the ruined shirt from his chest.
“Like to play, do you, kitten?” he asked before whispering
some lyrical words in a low tone. Seconds later her own t-shirt disappeared
along with her white cotton bra. “Just remember, I like an even playing field.”
Then he pulled her close again, the wiry hairs on his chest
delicately stroking the hardened tips of her breasts. Her clit thumped in
arousal, moisture pooling between her thighs.
Their mouths met again, clung, the kiss long and passionate
as they learned each other at the most basic level. Each stroke of his tongue
pushed her desire higher, made her thighs quiver and her hands shake as she
clutched his firm shoulders.
A hand at the small of her back slid around her waist to
drift over her exposed belly. She tensed briefly, as any shifter would do. The
soft underbelly was a vulnerability any animal did their best to
still be kicking.”
“I’ll be sure to keep wet wipes in my pocket.” He used his
hold on her hands to pull Calder closer. Bare inches separated them before she
remembered to speak.
“I don’t do morning anything. There’s such a thing as being
too close and sharing your morning breath is way past my comfort zone.”
Instead of agreeing with her completely sensible rule, Roark
burst out laughing, evaporating any tension, sexual or otherwise, clouding the
room and their thoughts. “You say pretty much whatever pops into that beautiful
head, don’t you?”
Since he didn’t sound upset or even mildly annoyed, Calder
nodded. “Felines aren’t known for their restraint. We see something we want and
we go after it. The same applies to our thought process. We think it then speak
it. Really no censoring involved.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, closing the last few inches separating
them. “I believe I can learn to love that about you.”
“The morning breath is a deal breaker.” She whispered the
words against his lips, both enjoying and hating the anticipation building
between them.
“I’ll see what I can come up with to prevent such a
catastrophe as I’m sure I’ll desire you as much in the morning light as I do in
the night.”
“Enough teasing,” she growled and slipped a hand around his
neck to pull his head down.
Lighting struck her senses with the first touch and taste of
his full lips. They were warm, shockingly soft for such a strong, solid man.
His taste exploded through her senses, better than a full bowl of sweet cream.
Calder could get drunk on his flavor alone. When his tongue pressed the seam of
her lips, demanding entrance, she eagerly opened for him. At the first fiery
touch they both exhaled then Roark took her, sank into her mouth, tongue
probing deep, stroking and inciting.
She tugged him closer, wanting to banish even the smallest
distance between them. She could simply sink into him and his kisses, they
drugged her in a way she’d never experienced before. The long, languid strokes
of his hand on her covered breast mimicked his tongue in her mouth. He lifted
his head for a second then moved in deeper, tongue diving into her mouth,
seducing her further with each stroke.
Without quite being aware of it, they somehow moved together
until they ended up on the thick carpet in front of the fire. The embrace
brought her close to him, so close her breasts touched the soft material of his
shirt. There was no need for more words. Their bodies understood what nature
demanded.
She was the one who initiated the kiss, but Roark took
control of it immediately, one arm holding her tightly to him, the hand at the
back of her head holding her steady for his plundering kiss. Her breasts were
crushed against his hard chest and she wanted to feel the bare skin of him
warming her flesh.
Quick as a thought, Calder partially shifted one hand, her
gleaming claws breaking out long enough to carefully slice through the thin
material. Returning her hand to normal, she broke the kiss long enough to pull
back and yank the ruined shirt from his chest.
“Like to play, do you, kitten?” he asked before whispering
some lyrical words in a low tone. Seconds later her own t-shirt disappeared
along with her white cotton bra. “Just remember, I like an even playing field.”
Then he pulled her close again, the wiry hairs on his chest
delicately stroking the hardened tips of her breasts. Her clit thumped in
arousal, moisture pooling between her thighs.
Their mouths met again, clung, the kiss long and passionate
as they learned each other at the most basic level. Each stroke of his tongue
pushed her desire higher, made her thighs quiver and her hands shake as she
clutched his firm shoulders.
A hand at the small of her back slid around her waist to
drift over her exposed belly. She tensed briefly, as any shifter would do. The
soft underbelly was a vulnerability any animal did their best to
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