Den and Breakfast: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Honeycomb Falls Book 1) by Cassie Wright Read Free Book Online Page B

his broad muscles, then run my hands down his rippled abs. He presses his hot body against mine, our kiss deepening, and I'm lost, I'm falling, I'm spinning down a well of fantasy and lust with no end. I move my hands up to his shoulders and dig my nails into him, and I feel him smile against my lips. His hands move down my body, claiming me, cupping my full ass and squeezing it. Oh, god damn . I press my hips forward against him, and feel his rigid cock against my stomach, straining against his jeans, larger than I'd even imagined.
    "That's all you, Rachel," he says, our lips parting for but a moment. "You've been driving me crazy since you got here. This body. These lush curves." As he speaks he traces my contours, admiring with his touch.
    I can't believe he's saying these words. I've grown to love my body, but around decadently hot men I can't help but get self-conscious. With Blake, however, my usual jitters are gone. There's just no room for them. No room for anything but my hunger for his wicked body. His need for mine.
    My nipples have grown almost painfully hard, and as he kisses me again I feel a feverish flood of heat pour through me, causing my heartbeat to pound in my ears. I'm lightheaded with desire, and we haven't even gotten to the good parts yet. What is he doing to me? I've never needed to get naked so fast, but still he's torturing me with his kiss, making me lose my very sense of self.
    His lips move down my neck, and he growls as he bites me lightly, his teeth grazing my skin and causing my whole body to go tight with tension. His stubble is just long enough to rasp against my skin, and the feel of it against my neck causes my pussy to throb as I dig my fingers into his shoulder-length hair, holding onto him as if we were standing in the middle of a hurricane, winds trying to pry us apart.
    His hands are on my breasts, squeezing them through my top, large enough to take their full size in each palm, pinching the nipples so that I gasp. Sex with Paul was never like this. I've never had a connection with a man like this, the sense that he was fully and utterly focused on me, my body, hungry for my curves, wanting nothing more than to taste and explore and dominate me.
    Blake tips my chin up and kisses my neck, down to the hollow of my throat, a low, mind-blowing growl in the depths of his throat, as if he's fighting his own urge to move faster, reining in his wolf.
    I close my eyes and cup his face between my hands. "Wait," I hear myself saying. What? "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
    He pulls back and straightens, so that I'm staring right into his searing gold eyes. His sizzling gaze holds me in place, and then the corners of his lips curl up. "A good idea? That, I don't know. But I want this." His voice is raw and low, and thrills me through and through. "I want you. I've needed you since I first saw you. I want to fuck your pretty lips, I want to part your sexy thighs and slide my hard cock into your wet pussy." He leans forward and presses his lips to my ear, his words bypassing my mind and going right down to my throbbing sex. "I want to fuck you raw, over and over again. And then I want to come deep within you, till I've got nothing left to give."
    He bites my earlobe, his breath hot, and I feel the last of my hesitation melt away. Game, set, and match.
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    Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Without hesitation, Blake scoops me up as if I weigh less than a feather. I marvel at the smooth way his muscles move, effortless and hot, and he carries me around to his front door and kicks it open. I have a brief flash of his home, a small room lined with books, and then he's lying me down on his bed as if I'm a priceless treasure. His sheets smell of him, of pinecones and loam, of the wild and the wind through the trees. My heart is thudding, my pulse racing, my stomach tremulous with excitement and fear. He extends a finger toward me, and my eyes go wide as a claw extends from his fingertip, wickedly sharp