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

boxers bronzed.” He tossed them aside and trailed his fingers over her thighs, slipping inward as he got higher. Her flesh quivered and she let her legs fall open.
    He gave a rumble of pleasure, the growl more like an animal than a man, and touched her sex. She knew she was wet. There was no hiding her obvious arousal. He gave another of those sexy growls and teased the tender flesh, circling her opening before sliding one finger inside. Gwen cried out and arched into his touch.
    The sheets beneath her were warm, the air of the room cool against her skin, but Jacque’s touch was hot. Her breathing was quick and shallow, making her breasts sway with each inhalation. All his attention was on his hand tucked between her thighs. The dark tanned flesh of his body against her paler skin was a huge turn-on and her slick channel got even wetter.
    He worked a second finger into her and she moaned as he stretched her sheath. “I have to taste you.” He withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and abandoned. She didn’t like the sensation at all. That worried her and reality threatened to intrude. But before it could fully take hold, Jacque was lying between her thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wide.
    His eyes seemed to glow, reflecting the light, and she swallowed a cry, not sure if she wanted him to stop or continue. He wasn’t human. Not fully. But when he lowered his mouth to her aroused flesh and tasted her with his tongue, she no longer cared.
    For better or worse, he was the one she wanted.
    His tongue was slightly rough against the slick folds of her sex, stimulating her almost to the point of orgasm, tracing every crevice until he came to the apex. Her clit was screaming for his touch, and he didn’t disappoint.
    She cried out his name when he stroked the hard nub. She wanted—no, needed more. An orgasm was almost within her reach and those had been far and few in her life.
    He gently pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked. At the same time, he pressed two fingers deep into her core, setting off minor explosions inside her. Gwen felt totally alive, her skin tingling, her entire body straining to reach its ultimate goal.
    “Jacque.” She whimpered as he withdrew his fingers and drove them deep again. He sucked hard on her clit, pressing the nub with his tongue.
    Pleasure exploded, sweeping her away in its wake. Her entire body shook and her sheath rippled around his fingers, coating them with her essence. She cried out and closed her eyes, letting the darkness settle around her.
    His touch changed, getting lighter, less demanding, soothing rather than arousing. Gwen’s entire body felt electrified. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
    What had she done?
    She’d just had sex with a man who’d kidnapped her. No, that wasn’t quite true. He hadn’t gotten anything out of this deal. She, on the other hand, felt better than she had in a long time. Her muscles were loose and warm and her aches and pains weren’t quite as bad as they’d been earlier. Even her head had stopped hurting.
    She opened her eyes and peered down at Jacque. As though sensing her gaze, he lifted his head from between her thighs and smiled at her. It made him look not quite so intimidating. His hair was rumpled from where she’d dragged her fingers through it. There were small, crescent marks on his shoulders where she’d dug her nails into his skin. His bare chest with its springy hair and slabs of muscles gleamed with sweat. He was still wearing his jeans.
    He levered himself up beside her and she couldn’t help but notice the rather large bulge pressing against the front placket. “I don’t understand,” she began.
    He touched his index finger to her lips. “There’s nothing to understand. I wanted to pleasure you, taste you.” He licked his lips. “Touch you.” He feathered a finger over her nipples one at a time, making them stand at attention once again.
    “What about you?” She swallowed hard. Now