Free Loner (Norseton Wolves #2) by Holley Trent Page A

movements. It’d be just like age fourteen all over again, minus the bunking-with-other-young-male-wolves thing. Back then, he could cream in his sleep just from dreaming of a nubile body. He thought he’d matured past that by now, though.
    “I think it’s pretty reasonable,” she said, and leaned back onto her forearms again. “One kiss.”
    “A kiss?”
    “Mm-hmm. Too expensive for you?”
    “No, not at all.” He unstuck his heels from the floor and moved to the bedside.
    She tipped her head back and grinned at him. “I didn’t say what you had to kiss.”
    “I—” Oh . “What do I have to kiss?”
    “I won’t say. When you hit the right spot, I’ll let you know.”
    “That could take a while.”
    “I’ve got all afternoon.”
    And so did he, if she was willing to indulge him.
    He climbed onto the bed behind her and put his hands tentatively under her arms. Other than to cock up an eyebrow, she didn’t respond, so he pulled her to the center of the bed and laid her on her back.
    He rubbed his hands together as he examined her lounging form and considered the possibilities. She’d given him an invitation to touch her, and he wanted to touch every inch, but he also didn’t want her to get so bored with his fumbling that she sent him away before he’d had enough. He was skin-starved, and there was a void in him that it seemed only she could fill. He didn’t know if that was normal, but maybe she didn’t either. Maybe she wouldn’t be angry for him being so needy.
    Her lips were the obvious place to start, but he needed a little time. He nudged that precariously leaning breast out of her bra cup, bent, and pulled her nipple into her mouth before she could react.
    She gasped and thrust her chest at him. “Th-that’s not technically a kiss.”
    “Sorry.” He puckered his lips and pressed the slightest kiss against her breast. “Not it?”
    She shook her head.
    “Okay.” He tried the bend of her neck on both sides next, lashing his tongue along the curves and swirling the tip along the hollows where her neck joined her shoulders. He fixed his gaze on her, triumphant at the sight of her pinning her succulent bottom lip between her teeth. “There?”
    She shook her head.
    “Then let’s try— ah .” He lifted her hands and kissed the backs of both wrists and the insides of each elbow.
    She wriggled and let out a sexy little sigh.
    “Damn. Okay. How about…” He tapped his chin as he took in her body in one long gaze. So fucking beautiful. A wolf’s dream come true, right there in the middle of his king-sized bed. “Ah. I know.” He bent and kissed where her thighs touched, rolling his gaze up to her as he drew in her aroused scent. She was wet, he could already tell, and he was aching hard. He just had to see her, though, and lick her dripping slit to taste the honey she made for him. “There?”
    She gave her head a hard shake.
    “No? Damn. I guess my wolf instincts are off.”
    “They seem to be working fine from where I’m lying. How about one more try?”
    “I’ll try to get it right.” He considered her body from head to toes, and snapped his fingers in a revelatory fashion. “Aha!” Bending, he pressed his lips to hers, and with a moan, she opened her mouth.
    He’d never been much for kissing. No one had ever demanded it of him, and it seemed like such a personal thing. But this was his mate. His wife. He could probably figure out how to manage a decent kiss, and he wanted to if it made her smile at him the way she did.
    He dipped his tongue into her mouth and explored all the soft parts—her tongue, lips, and the insides of her cheeks—and toyed at the edges of her teeth, savoring the sharp sting when she bit down a bit. And she kissed back, sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling him down even more. She nibbled at his lips, bit along his scruffy jaw, and tugged at his earlobes. She lashed her tongue into his ear, and he was surprised when he realized the moan he