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and rubbed the inside of her thighs with his erection. She kept her eyes trained on his. One sharp inhale and she had no idea what happened next, nor did she care. All she knew was that his very sexy lips were on hers, kissing her. A deep soul-reaching branding that made her toes curl in her trainers. The kiss was so hot and passionate she’d swear it was melting the spandex off her body.
    Reaching up, she twined her fingers into his soft hair. She gave up pretending that she didn’t want him. Who cared at this point? He was kissing her so damn well she only knew one thing—she wanted more.
    Arousal thickened in her blood, growing by leaps and bounds with each swipe of his tongue over hers. She whimpered at his bold strokes. He delved into her, fanning the flames with his drugging moves and making her panties soaked with the small rocking of his hips between her legs. Her clit was thrumming with the need to come. If he continued with his rocking into her, she would any second. She raked her nails down his arms and his back, until she was digging her nails into his ass and hauling him into her.
    He growled. The rumble traveled through their kiss and down her body, shooting sparks of lust down to her core.
    She caressed up and down his back, gripping and squeezing his muscles. Liquid fire spread through her veins, heightening her need for him. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. As if reading her mind, he moved to kiss and suck her jaw, nibbling down her throat to her shoulder. She moaned. He rocked his hips again and holy god of men with large penises she’d swear stars burst behind her lids.
    “God damn, you’re good at that.” She heard her own breathless voice say the words filled with surprise.
    He grinned. “How good?” His breath was right above the wide neckline of her tank top.
    She blinked and glanced down. He was watching her while tracing the top of her breasts with a fingernail that should be on his wolf half. Why in the hell did the song How Low Can You Go pop into her head? Stupid random music.
    “Good enough to almost make me forget there are all kinds of creepy crawlies in the grass under me. Around me. Likely climbing on my legs.” She shuddered. Not at the possibility of bugs, but at the wicked smile he had on his sexy lips. She may have to do some community service to be forgiven for all the really dirty things she imagined that sexy mouth doing to her.
    She watched him grip the neckline of her black tank top and tear through the material right down the middle, taking her bra along the way, with his razor-sharp claws. His nostrils flared and he licked his lips.
    “I bet I can make you forget all of it,” he whispered.
    Forget what?
    She struggled to keep from passing out from excitement. There was clear promise of an orgasm in his eyes, and she wasn’t passing it up. Fascinated, she held her breath. He pulled back the torn pieces, as if unwrapping a present. She was a big girl, no doubt about that. Hell, she’d always been a bit self-conscious of her plus size, which was why she tended to be a bit rough around the edges with most men. But right at that moment, with Aric’s gorgeous grey eyes trained on her like she was the sexiest woman on earth, she couldn’t feel insecure.
    “Beautiful.” He groaned and rubbed his nose on her chest. Her nipples tightened at the first puff of warm air from his mouth before being suctioned between his lips.
    She whimpered and lifted her back off the ground to shove her breast further into his mouth. He sucked her hard. Each suck sent a direct jolt down to her clit and made her pussy grasp at nothing. Her eyes shut on their own accord. Turbulent emotions spread through her.
    Need. Lust. Hunger.
    All those times where she’d been fantasizing about Aric’s sexy mouth had nothing on reality. The twirls of his tongue on her felt like slides of satin. It was hot. It was wet. It was going to make her come.
    “Oh, dear God.” She gripped the soft