Savage Alpha (Alpha 8) by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Don’t.” His arms dropped to his sides, but he didn’t push her away from him.
    The air was so thick with the tension between them, it was like trying to breathe through soup, and impossible for Lily to resist the pull to move closer. To step completely into Jonas’s space, one of her legs between his parted ones. The difference in their heights meant her breasts were pressed against his hot and muscular abdomen, with the muscled hardness of Jonas’s thighs against her hip as she leaned into him.
    The hardness of Jonas’s arousal , long and thick against the softness of her belly.
    No matter what Jonas said or how he acted, his body didn’t lie, couldn’t lie. As it hadn’t lied last night. And he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Then, and now.
    Lily was standing so close to him, she was breathing in the same heavy air as him now, could feel the tension in his muscles, and the shallow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out.
    Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him and saw the desire blazing in those stormy blue eyes, his cheekbones sharp angles in his tensely set face, jaw clenched. “Jonas…” It was an invitation, not a question.
    Jonas tried to resist, God knows he tried. But Lily was so—so—
    In my fucking face, is what she is!
    Which was exactly where Jonas wanted her.
    She had taken her boots off as soon as they entered her apartment, and was wearing another one of those overlarge sweaters, red tonight. But she wore black leggings beneath it rather than jeans, and they molded to every lush curve of her ass and clearly defined the mound between her thighs. And he wanted his face there. Wanted to lick and suck and taste her pussy until she cried out, and then he would drink her down as she came all over his face.
    Savage by tribe and savage by nature?
    Yes, damn it, savage was exactly how Lily made him feel.
    Her perfume had invaded his senses in the car during the drive to the supermarket and then to her apartment, and each sway of those lush hips was a temptation he was finding it harder and harder to resist. And she kept pushing , damn it, wanting to know about him, his past, his present, when all he wanted was his face buried between her thighs and to thrust his tongue inside her pussy until she was pleading for release.
    “Jonas!” Lily cried out, fingers gripping his shoulders as Jonas put his hands on her hips and pulled those leggings and her panties down to her thighs, before lifting her up and turning to sit her bare ass on the work surface behind him—not one of the ones they had been preparing food on, thank goodness—before stripping off the leggings and panties completely.
    Jonas nudged her legs apart as he leaned forward with a hand either side of the work top where she sat. “Say no if you don’t want this.”
    She blinked up at him, obviously unsure of the situation—and him—but her lips remained stubbornly closed as she continued to meet his gaze unflinchingly.
    “Good choice,” he growled as he went down on his knees in front of her before lifting her sweater and baring her pussy to his hungry gaze. “Beautiful.” The dark curls were trimmed about those glistening, ruby-red lips, the tiny nubbin peeping out temptingly from beneath its protective hood.
    Jonas’s groan echoed Lily’s as he stroked his tongue along those lips and tasted her for the first time, sweet nectar and delicious musk. He was aware of her response as he continued to lick and taste, those lips swelling, parting to the invasion of his tongue, the nubbin above beginning to pulse as he caressed her there with the soft pad of his thumb.
    God, he could live on the taste of her alone, drown in the heady sensation of tongue-fucking her.
    “Yes!” she gasped, hands moving up so that her fingers were now entangled in his hair. “Oh God, Jonas…!”
    Jonas looked up at her as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her channel, capturing and holding her