Racing The Alpha (Dirt Track Dogs #1) by P. Jameson Page B

and bushes until they were deep into the woods. He stopped, and Ella could hear the babbling of water over rocks. Carefully, he let her drop to her feet.
    “Where are we?”
    “Blade creek. Things aren’t perfect. I’d rather have you for the first time on a bed of roses instead of these leaves, but this is going to be memorable. I want it to at least be beautiful. This is my favorite place in these words.”
    Happy tears pricked at Ella’s eyes. Her mate was so thoughtful.
    The hint of uncertainty in his gaze was out of character. She’d never seen him anything other than sure. Even verging on cocky. His kiss, his touch, everything was done without hesitation. But what he’d said earlier…
    Just because he looked like sex on legs didn’t mean he’d been with lots of women. He worked hard, but maybe he didn’t play hard.
    Drake blinked and his dominance came rushing to the surface. He curved his hand around her neck, brushing down past her collar bone and cupping her breast in a soft but sure grip.
    “I wish I could say I’m going to take you, mate, but that sweet dominion will have to wait. For now…” he took the collar of her tank in both hands and yanked, ripping it clean down the center. “For now, I’m going to lick every inch of your body. Familiarize my tongue with all your hot spots.”
    He swept the scraps of her shirt aside revealing the lace cups of her bra and the heavy swells that ached for his touch. His eyes burned her with their lust.
    “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “And try… try to keep my cock from derailing this plan.”
    Ella was on fire. Would it really be so bad if he just went ahead and marked her? She wanted it so bad she was willing to beg. But a little voice in the back of her mind reminded her this was the heat. Not that she didn’t want Drake with everything in her, but the unbearable yearning for his seed was because of the heat.
    Wasn’t it?
    Dear god everything was becoming fuzzy. Desire mixing with instinct. She would have to trust Drake fully with this. She could trust him. She knew it.
    “Ella, you have to stop,” he warned.
    “Stop what?”
    “Looking at me like that. It’s hot as fuck and I can’t think.” He took a step back. “Take your clothes off. Let me watch you.”
    She’d never undressed for anyone before, but she didn’t feel a single qualm over it. The way he watched her, she knew she was like candy for his eyes. And she loved how that made her feel. Superior. Confident. Exceptional. And uniquely his .
    Slowly, she undid the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down but then stopped, and moved to shrug free of her ripped shirt. His eyes moved with her, doing a dance to her every movement. Her hand inched downward, back to her waistband.
    Drake’s breath heaved, making his broad chest expand. His jaw was tight, his arms ramrod straight at his sides, hands clenched to fists.
    The knowledge that he was wound so tightly because of her was empowering.
    Ella slipped her pants over her hips, bending to push them down her legs. The cool air hit her skin, sending chills skittering across her body, but it did nothing to cool her down. Heat licked at her core, flaring to her fingertips. Even her lips felt molten hot. She knew only Drake could douse this fire.
    She straightened, silently begging him to touch her, but he only touched her with his gaze. Starting from the top of her head, he scoured her, his eyes hitting on her most intimate places.
    “Take off the rest.” The quiet dominance in his voice was like a whip snapping her into action.
    Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders.
    The hunger in his eyes was feral. Ella squirmed under his scrutiny. Hell, she was going to combust when he finally put his hands on her.
    “The rest,” he murmured, shifting from one foot to the other as if he could barely hold himself back.
    Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she shifted her hips, sliding them down and then