Amber's Ace by Taryn Kincaid Page B

about him as she lay in bed at night, had her hot with need, aching between her legs, wet and hungry for release.
    Julie and Summer described intimacy with their mates as sheer bliss. Other females must think so, too. Miss Kathy, Miss Lonnie, Miss Claire, and Miss Fern sure did. The elder ladies were unabashedly vocal about it. And, between them, they had centuries of experience.
    “You will have to teach me, Riley,” she murmured at last. “I’m so hot when I’m with you. So hungry. I want you so badly. My wolf is practically crying. But you have to teach me sex is okay. That it’s a good thing. Not an instrument of horror.”
    He bit his lip. She couldn’t tell if he was about to weep. Or if he was trying to tamp down his butter-melting smile. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been with a female, angel face,” he said at last. “Not since my injury. So…I may not remember everything clearly.”
    “Isn’t it like riding a bicycle? You always know what to do?”
    “Not exactly. Natural instincts should kick in. But….” He shrugged. “You may have to help me. Can you do that?” He winked at her.
    “Yes, I think so.” She glanced away from him, and her gaze lit on the globe. “Did you make that for me?”
    “Of course, I did. Who else?”
    “Show me what you did.”
    “To pick the stones, you mean?” His iced-granite eyes glittered. “Okay, so I have to get in the creek.”
    She nodded.
    “And take my clothes off.”
    She nodded again. “I enjoy looking at you naked.”
    He winked at her again and loped closer to the water. On the edge of the bank, he began a slow, sensual striptease. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him. This was her fated mate? Holy smokes! How’d she ever get so lucky? She studied him from head to toe, her breasts swelling against her shirt as she watched him. First, he nimbly attacked the buttons of his shirt, flicking each open to reveal another small wedge of tanned torso. The tease became excruciating. She wanted to see more. To feel more. The ache between her legs grew.
    He never made it into the stream. Approaching him as he waited on the bank, she steeled herself and then brushed his hands away to drag his shirt open, exposing more of his broad chest. Carefully, she stroked a finger from his collarbone to his navel. Beneath her flattened palm, his muscles leaped in response.
    She withdrew her fingers as if she’d been burned. He reached out and took her hand, entwining it with his.
    “Was that okay?” she asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”
    “No. You got me all quivery. Overheated.” He fanned himself with his right hand. “That’s good. But my knees are a little wobbly. I have to lie down a moment.”
    He returned to the picnic blanket and flopped onto it, yanking her with him before releasing her hand. With a contented sigh, he sprawled flat on his back.
    “You’re teasing me, Riley.”
    He grinned up at her. “Yeah, I may be, angel face. But I’m not kidding when I say your touch makes me light-headed. I’m too buzzed to stand up straight.”
    “Liar.” Amber laughed. “You’re a dominant wolf. And you’re offering me your throat and your belly.”
    “Offering you more than that, angel face. My trust. My heart and my soul. Let’s see if you can keep my incredible, intoxicated buzz going.”
    Lying on her side, she stretched out next to him. His scent enveloped her. Her head spun. In another second, she’d be crawling on top of him, straddling him, grinding her sex against his to relieve the tension.
    “Go on,” he urged. “I won’t break. Touch what you like. Explore where you will.”
    She ran a tentative finger up and down his flank, pushing the shirt away and edging closer. His gorgeous scent whirled up her nose, making her even more light-headed and dizzy. She wanted to be nearer to him, closer. Lowering her head, she let her tongue dart out to sample the salty male flesh of his broad, muscled chest. She swirled her tongue around his flat,