Wandering Off the Path by Willa Edwards Page B

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    She turned her head to meet his lips, the kiss fast and hard, until they groaned together. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, smashing their bodies together. His fingers clawed into her flesh with such ferocity she’d have bruises the next day. And she wouldn’t be sorry. She combed her fingers through his hair, tugging the strands in an answering caress. The sign of his acceptance of her words grew hard and taut against her stomach.
    “Show me?” she challenged when they’d separated for much-needed air. “Make me scream. Show me how much you want me.”
    Her eyes met his, the golden colour alive and dark with desire. A wicked smile stretched across his face.
    “If you’d like…” His gaze intensified, watching her lick her lips in invitation. “I’ll tie you to the bed for days.”
    “No,” she spoke forcefully, trembling at the thought. A nervous, excited smile curved her lips. Her face warmed under his intense stare. A wet heat dripped between her legs. “I wouldn’t like that.”
    Wolf’s face dropped, but he didn’t attempt to force or coerce her into surrender. He held still, leaving her the choice to accept what he offered, or decline his invitation. And her heart sang.
    “But I wouldn’t mind a few hours.”
    Understanding lit his stare. He pounced on her, gathering her close, the air escaping her lungs with the force of his embrace. His lips captured hers. His possessive kiss heated to blazing. Her breasts mashed into his chest.
    She accepted his control, knowing she wouldn’t be able to remain complacent for long. She needed to rebel against him. It was what they both enjoyed. He might wish to dominate her, but he wanted a good fight before he captured his prize. No weak-willed woman would ever satisfy her Wolf.
    Wolf skimmed his hands down her arms, wrapping around her wrists. Her fingertips tingled beneath his demanding grip. She bit back a cry, his hold tightening minutely against her soft flesh.
    “I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that tease.”
    Wolf’s gruff words combined with the tangy scent of her arousal threatened to throw her once again past her restraint, into a realm where nothing mattered beyond Wolf’s hard body against hers, moving within her.
    He pushed her the remaining distance to the bed. Her calves knocked against the cold wooden frame. The sheets caressed the sensitive crook behind her knees. Her breasts tightened, as she remembered the bliss she’d discovered last time they were here. Her stomach curled, anticipating the sensation of being flat on her back, Wolf’s weight pressing her into the soft mattress.
    She smiled. Wolf slid his mouth down the column of her neck. His rough beard bristled against her throat, stimulating the nerves.
    “Now don’t you wish you’d strayed off the path with me?” His voice was gruff with desire and his breath pelted against her skin.
    He pulled her arms behind her back as he spoke, sending her heartbeat skittering higher, and a flame lit deep in her stomach. He used his teeth along her neck and shoulder. She let out a moan, tightening her hands into fists to subdue her quivering muscles.
    Abigail smiled to herself. She’d wandered off the path with him and she was glad she’d done so. She knew now what she needed. She knew what real passion was. And fora moment, she’d lived.

Chapter Seven

    Abigail flittered around the living room, collecting the neglected food from their meals. She crinkled her nose in disgust at the remnants crusted to the plates. She should’ve cleaned yesterday, but she’d been pleasurably distracted. Since Wolf had dragged her back to bed two days ago, she’d barely had time to miss her grandmother, let alone tidy up.
    She lifted Wolf’s shirt from the bench seat, where it’d been thrown aside in one of their many bouts of lovemaking. She spread the soiled linen across her chest, joining the sleeves together. Doubling the body over her arm, she folded the fabric