Free Wild Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #4 by J.K. Harper Page A

was shutting down all thinking in his brain. The bewitching scent of hers, that wild pure snow scent that also enveloped him with the sense of his home, suffused him on all levels.
    Breath catching in his throat again as he pulled back a bit to look at her gorgeous face, he felt the spiraling desire rocketing through him. Slowly. Take it slowly.
    Claire growled just the slightest bit, startling and arousing him at the same time. “More,” she demanded, and pulled his face back down to hers, greedily exploring him with her lips and tongue.
    After another long moment lost in the kiss, Tate pulled back again with reluctance. Just as she protested, though, he slid his hand around her back and managed to fumble off the clasp of her bra. The strap loosened, freeing her breasts. Claire half sighed, half groaned, the sound lengthening Tate's cock ever more and forcing his control to be tightly leashed. Otherwise, he'd just rip off the rest of her clothes and plunge into her sweet, willing warmth.
    “I like the sounds you make,” he said, nuzzling his face into her neck before sliding the bra straps down her arms and off. As the gorgeous fullness of her breasts tumbled free, Tate groaned himself. “Christ, woman, you're going to kill me.”
    Claire smiled, running light fingertips over the nape of his neck as the green of her eyes glowed with rich desire. Then Tate nestled his face into her breasts and gently sucked one raised nipple into his mouth. She arched her back into him, her breathy cries and moans urging him on. Tasting her sweet nipples one at a time, he gently swirled them with his tongue. She pushed his head into her, making him ever more bold. Light nips at her breasts with his teeth excited her more, to judge by her immediate response.
    “Don't stop,” she said. “Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.” The nearly breathless chant drove him on. He splayed his fingers around one breast, still biting the nipple, amazed at how the simple act of tasting her there set his brain on fire and made his body shake.
    “Not stopping now,” he said. “No way. Well,” he pulled back to look into her face again, which was flushed and needy, “except maybe to do this.”
    Coming onto his knees so he straddled her body, he ripped off his own shirt, making more buttons fly onto the bed. Claire giggled and gasped at the same time, though her eyes darkened to a deep, smoldering green. “That's a nice shirt you're ruining there, cowboy,” she said, voice caught between teasing and craving.
    “Don't need it for what I'm about to do.”
    Claire's breath caught in her throat as she continued to stare at him, pulse battering against the side of her neck. Tate smiled at her, then slowly inched himself down her legs so he could reach the zipper on her pants.
     
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    Feeling like her heart was trying to bang its way out her chest, Claire drank in the sight of a shirtless Tate with all the avidity of a woman long parched. The muscles rippling along his arms shot small shudders of desires racing along her skin, as did his stunning chest and abs.
    Not that she was shallow, but wow, was the man utterly gorgeous.
    When his hand reached for her pants zipper, she felt light-headed and spinny. The soft snicking sound as he slowly drew it down sent a new flood of warmth through her belly and her already desperately aching clit. She throbbed so hard between her legs it was nearly painful.
    “Tate,” she said, voice low and feral.
    She didn't have to say anything else. His eyes caught on hers as he started to shimmy her pants down her hips, then completely off. Only her panties remained to cover her. The look in his eyes as he took a long moment to examine her body told her he was barely holding onto his control.
    She didn't want him to.
    “Tate,” she said again, reaching her hand toward him. Gently dragging her fingers against his own hard nipples and down his sculpted chest, which made him gasp, she said in a low, urgent voice, “I