Kiss of the Silver Wolf by Sharon Buchbinder Read Free Book Online

make it two weeks."
    A wave of desire crashed over her. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breasts onto his hard chest. Her mind lost its ability to form words. She closed her eyes and gave in to the free fall of lust.
    His hands roamed her body, rubbing her breasts, making her nipples harden and hurt with desire. “Are you sure? Maybe we should wait. Get to know each other better. Go for dinner and a movie? What do you say?"
    Breathless, she reached down, fondled the tip of his penis, his slickness belying his patter. Still holding on, she began to walk backward. “C'mon big boy, I've got plans for you."
    They erupted in laughter when she bumped into her four-poster bed and he fell on top of her. He ran his fingers through her hair, releasing the long blonde strands from what was left of the ponytail. She closed her eyes and melted under the light touch of his fingers. When his tongue grazed her nipples, she gasped.
    "You like that?” He continued to lick his way down to the center of her belly, and she arched her back—each kiss, each lick and nibble filling her with urgency. By the time he traced lazy circles around the sensitive skin just below her silky triangle, she could barely breathe.
    "Now, please,” she begged him.
    Without warning, he flipped her over on her stomach, pulled her hips up in the air, and molded himself to her body. His thighs pressed against her buttocks—his erection urgent between her legs.
    "Up on your hands and knees,” he growled.
    Breathless and half-dazed with desire, she complied, and sighed when he entered her aching, wet folds, filling her. He wrapped his arms around her, one long fingered hand finding her throbbing clitoris, the other pulling at her nipple. She moaned and he began to plunge with harder, longer strokes that filled her deepest need.
    He nipped at her shoulders, clutched her waist, and thrust faster, releasing musky scents of sweat and sex. Just as she screamed in orgasm, pain shot though her shoulder, and he howled.
    She fell flat on her face, struggled to roll over, and stared at him. “Did you just bite me?"
    He looked abashed. “A love nip. No blood drawn. Honest. Sorry. I got a little carried away."
    She scooted backward on the bed, surprised by the bite and confused by her unexpected arousal from it. “You do this often?"
    He knelt at her feet and gave her a mischievous grin. “I could ask you the same question, couldn't I?"
    She reached over, lifted his chin, and said, “Hoisted by my own petard—or perhaps by your petard? I have to tell you, you brought out my wild side.” She patted the bed. “Come sit next to me so I can play with your petard."
    He crawled on his hands and knees, rubbing her legs, belly, and breasts in slow, tantalizing strokes. She trembled as his hands slid between her legs. “You know I'm the one for you. You quiver when I touch you. When I'm inside you, our souls meld and I'm complete. We're meant to be together. Let me show you how much I need you. Marry me, Charlene."
    With him beside her, her loneliness fled—a distant memory. Was this what she'd been yearning for all her life? Was this man her home? Tonight she didn't want to think. She didn't answer him. She wanted to live in the moment and enjoy the sensations she felt with Zack. She sighed, opened her arms, and released her wild woman once again.
    Later that night, sexually sated, Charlene sat alone at the kitchen table, sipping tea, and eating apple pie. Zack had left an hour before, to give her time to rest—and to think. What the hell had come over her? She'd never had sex without insisting on the man using a condom before tonight. She closed her eyes, saw him naked, and a fresh wave of arousal warmed her center. Hot, hot, hot. Her brain went out to lunch every time she thought about him. That's why.
    She ordered herself to focus on the leather-bound family Bible she'd discovered on a table in the front parlor—along with a beautifully illuminated Koran in