Wolf at the Door: Salvation Pack, Book 1 by N.J. Walters Page A

breath when he finally took one of her bare breasts in his hand. The pretty pink nipple stood at attention, straining for his touch. He brushed his thumb over it.
    Gwen gasped and shook at the contact. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth slightly parted. He couldn’t resist tasting her again and swooped down to kiss her. There was no hesitation this time, no resistance at all as he swept inside. Her tongue met his, tangling and rubbing. Her legs shifted restlessly against the cool sheets.
    A fine sheen of sweat coated his body as the heat within him threatened to explode. He kissed her again and again, eating at her lips, feasting on her mouth, stealing the very breath from her body and returning it with his own.
    He reared back and tore off his shirt, needing the contact of skin against skin. He lowered himself over her until his chest was touching hers. Her pebbled nipples pressed into him, her full breasts flattening under the pressure of his body. She slid her hands up his arms, stopping at his shoulders, and dug her fingernails into his skin.
    He growled and moved his upper torso in a circle, letting the crisp hair on his pectorals stimulate her nipples. She moaned, her breath releasing in puffy gasps of pleasure.
    He kissed her neck, nibbling lightly on the tender flesh, drawing a gasp from Gwen. He moved and licked the delicate line of her collarbone before shifting lower to lap and suck on her tasty breasts. He plumped one of them in his hand and tongued the puckered nub. She gripped his hair, digging her nails into his scalp.
    He savored her obvious enjoyment, but it wasn’t enough. He knew he couldn’t take her. Not yet. She was still recovering from her accident and he didn’t want to do anything that might hurt her. Plus, he didn’t want her simply because she was overwhelmed by the passion flaring between them. He wanted her to truly want him, even knowing what he was. So he ignored his tight, aching balls and his hard-as-nails dick and set to work pleasuring Gwen.
    He wanted to hear her scream his name with pleasure and he usually got what he wanted. He smiled at the low grumble of protest she made when he released her nipple and blew on it. The cold air contrasted with the warmth from his mouth, making her shiver.
    He sat up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the silk boxers she wore. The dark blue material contrasted with her pale skin. He wanted to eat her up. His mouth watered, anticipating her sweet and spicy flavor.
    “Gwen?”
     
    She was lost in a sea of sensuality. Her body had never responded to any man the way it did to Jacque. And she was beyond worrying about it. When reality reared its ugly head again, she knew she’d question her choices. But for now she’d had more than enough to deal with. She could have died tonight. She wanted to taste life.
    His voice was a low growl. Sexy. Enticing. He’d kissed her breathless, kissed her until she’d forgotten her own name, until nothing existed but his lips touching hers, his tongue twining with hers. His hand on her breast, his mouth on her nipple sent heat spiraling and swirling throughout her entire body.
    “Yes,” she breathed in answer to his question. The fact that he would ask her even now when it was obvious she was beyond objection made her want to give him anything and everything.
    Her skin felt as though it was stretched too thinly over her frame. Every cell was alive and tingly with anticipation. His fingers teased her flesh where they were hooked inside the waistband of the boxers she wore. He pulled and the material slid downward.
    “Lift up your butt,” he commanded, and she did as he asked. The material slipped down her legs, a caress in their own right. The silky fabric teased the inside of her thighs and her calves. Jacque brought the material to his nose and sniffed.
    Gwen felt her cheeks heating. The man did know how to embarrass her. He noticed her stillness and her expression and he smiled.
    “I may get these