Free Mate of Her Heart by R. E. Butler Page A

yours, Ev.”
    “There isn’t any going back, Luke,” she said, sliding her legs around and going up on her knees.  She shoved the sheet away and knelt before him, completely naked.  She was so aroused that he could smell the sweet scent of her and it made his mouth water.
    “I don’t want to go back.  I never want to go back to when I couldn’t have you.  After I touch you, baby, there’s nothing on earth that could keep me away.  Be mine.”
    “Yes,” she hissed, leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his.  Her lips hovered above his as she whispered, “Make love to me.  Come inside me.”
    He growled.  “Deep inside.”
    Her hands fisted in his hair and she leaned back enough to look into his eyes.  “I’ve never let anyone come inside me, Luke.  I want you to be my first.  My only.”
    “Your mate.”
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
     
     
    Luke crushed his lips to Eveny’s and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him.  She’d seen him shirtless before, but she’d never really touched him.  Part of her wanted to take the time to explore the smooth muscles of his arms and chest and familiarize herself with every inch of his body.  But the bigger part of her – the panting, howling wolf in heat – refused to waste time.
    The first electric touch of their tongues sent shockwaves down her spine.  He tasted wild and sweet.  Their past kisses had never been like this.  Needy.  Hot.
    Keeping her lips locked to his, she straddled his waist and reached a hand between them to tug the towel away.  His erection had tented the towel, and the moment she felt the hot, hard length of him, she could think of nothing else but impaling herself on him.
    Luke pulled away from her hungry mouth and gripped her wrist, pushing her hand away.  “Not yet.”
    She strained against his grip.  “Please,” she pleaded, looking into his eyes.
    “Not.  Yet.”
    He pushed her backwards until her back pressed against the mattress.  She hissed out a breath as her sensitized skin pressed into the fitted sheet.  It had felt so good to be against Luke’s body.  It hadn’t made her skin ache. But the sheet – which she knew was actually quite soft – felt like razor blades.
    Luke leaned over her and stroked his fingers down the center of her chest.  Her breath hitched in her throat.
    “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, Ev,” he said in a husky tone.  His fingers circled around her lower stomach and then trailed upwards until he ran them along the underside of one breast.  He cupped her breast with his hand and rubbed his thumb around her nipple.  The nipple was already hard and straining, but it tightened further the longer he touched it.
    She whimpered and gripped his biceps.  His lips brushed hers.
    “I want to take hours with you, baby, but I know you’re hurting.  There’s just one thing I need to do first.”
    She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until they flew open when he bent over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.  The wet heat of his mouth overwhelmed her, making her stomach contract and her body arch up.  The hand that cupped her breast slid down her body and pushed her legs apart.  She buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her breast as he sucked and teased her nipple and stroked his fingers along her sex.  She’d never seen anything as erotic as Luke sucking on her breast, with his cheeks hollowing and a look of rapture on his face.
    “Luke!” she shouted as he plunged two fingers inside her pussy.  Her hands fisted in his hair as her hips lifted.
    Before he had come to save her, she had been physically and mentally exhausted.  Her orgasms had taken longer and longer to achieve by herself, and the thrum of the vibrator had started to set her teeth on edge.  But just one touch from Luke and she was standing on the threshold of pleasure once more; better pleasure than she’d thought possible.
    She thought he would