Free Past My Defenses (Taming the Pack series) (Entangled Ignite) by Wendy Sparrow Page B

sessions.
    He tipped backward, and they stared at each other for a long moment. The heat between them should have tripped the fire alarms.
    Her fingers pulled at his neck, trying to get his mouth to hers, but he wasn’t rushing this. Some things were worth taking your time. Plus, he just liked to see her get frustrated. When he saw her eyes narrow, he dipped his head, bringing his mouth within inches of hers—a scant breath from her soft, lush lips he’d wanted to sample for hours that had dragged like days.
    Closing those inches, he stole a short kiss that was more a nip of that gorgeous full lower lip of hers. Whimpering, she stood on her tiptoes and dragged his mouth to hers. He’d intended to go slowly—he’d pulled on pajamas on the off chance she dropped by. They’d need layers between them, especially since she’d arrive without a stitch on her.
    From the first brush of their lips, they were a wildfire raging out of control. Her mouth opened beneath his immediately—no chaste kisses for Vanessa. She sucked his tongue into the wet warmth of her mouth and her moan caught in his. She sucked, and bit, and those moans made his heart pound, and his brain get bypassed.
    He pulled back with every intention of slowing down. They were into day two of their relationship—if you counted the time she was a wolf, and she wasn’t counting that time. They needed to get to know each other. He shouldn’t screw around with a local who he wasn’t sure would stick around when they had clothes back on. Vanessa leaned in and buried her nose in his neck and inhaled deeply.
    “Dane, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
    He didn’t want to. Ever. But… Vanessa yanked his shirt off him and then leaned forward and licked a line from his breastbone to his collarbone and he almost said, “Good intentions be damned.” Then her fingers went to the hem of the shirt she was wearing, and he pulled her tight against him. While it felt pretty much perfect having her curves pressed against him, it also prevented her from removing more clothes. “Vanessa, I think we should slow down.”
    Okay, that was a lie—he didn’t think that. He’d planned that and sometimes he liked to follow the plan to prove he was in control, but he definitely didn’t think that. Only an insane man would want that when faced with a luscious blonde wearing only his T-shirt.
    She moaned. “No.”
    “No?” he asked on a laugh. He hadn’t expected her to come out and say that…or for her to be frantically pressing kisses on his skin as her hands roamed, killing his resistance.
    “I don’t think I can. You could have been anyone yesterday, but today you’re not anyone,” she murmured, nearly incoherently. “And he said I could have you. And I haven’t had anyone for this whole time…and…hell, you smell good.”
    It was hearing the vague “he” that doused his lust enough that he grabbed her arms and held her away from him. When she continued to push toward him, he picked her up and set her on the dresser. “Whoa. Vanessa.” No acknowledgment he’d said her name. “Vanessa, we need to slow down.” And he needed to find out who this “he” was who had said she could have him. She could have him—nearly any way and anywhere, but as far as Dane was concerned, the only “he” allowed to tell her that was in this room right now.
    “No…no…no…” She pushed against the dresser and his hands.
    He let go of one of her arms and pressed his palm against her forehead. “Are you feeling okay? You feel warm.”
    “Hot,” she agreed and turned her mouth to kiss his wrist before biting it with her teeth.
    While it wasn’t painful, he jumped in surprise nonetheless. “I don’t think you’re feeling well.”
    She groaned—deeply, and with obvious aggravation. “Males! You play coy and they get all interested. You get interested and they’re not.” Then she used her free hand to pull his wrist back to her mouth.
    He didn’t want to agree with