Taming the Wolf by Maureen Smith Read Free Book Online

pulsing through her veins.
When he’d stopped before her, she stared up at him. “Marcus—”
Without a word, he cupped her face in his large hands and crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue plunging inside and stroking deep.
Samara eagerly responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and reaching on tiptoe to press herself more firmly against his hard, muscular body. Liquid heat coiled inside her, drawing tighter and tighter until she thought she’d explode. She’d never known there could be so much pleasure in a man’s hungry kiss. But it was more than just a kiss. It was an all over body experience, the way Marcus sucked on her tongue and rubbed his chest against her breasts, making them swell and her nipples harden to aching points.
“I want something from you,” she breathed into his mouth, while she still had the presence of mind to warn him.
“I’m counting on it,” he whispered huskily.
Without breaking the kiss, he backed her up, one step at a time, through the open doorway of a dark, empty classroom. He shoved the door closed behind them, then backed her against the wall. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her off the floor as Samara wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up her thighs. The bulge of his erection pressed against the lace crotch of her panties, making her hot and wet. Their lips met again, meshing and parting as the kiss grew wilder, more intense.
Samara knew what they were doing was the epitome of insanity, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she needed him, wanted him like nothing she’d ever wanted before. And the reality of this moment was even better than her fantasies.
Dazedly she watched as Marcus reached inside the plunging neckline of her sheer silk blouse. She shivered as his knuckle grazed her skin, searing her to the bone. She sucked in a sharp breath when he cupped one lace-covered breast in his hand. Holding her gaze, he slipped a thumb inside her bra and rubbed it back and forth against her tight nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She rocked fitfully against him, trying to position the bulge in his pants right where she wanted it.
With a soft, husky laugh, Marcus bent his head and drew her nipple into the silken heat of his mouth. A ragged moan escaped from her throat. Her back arched as his tongue caressed the sensitive peak, licking and sucking. She felt the pull of his mouth everywhere—in the pit of her stomach, in her trembling thighs, between them. He kissed his way to her other breast and treated it to the same delicious torment. All the while, his hips ground against hers in a slow, subtle rhythm that nearly made her cum.
She caught his head between her hands and brought his mouth back to hers, kissing him greedily, showing him just how much she wanted him. As their tongues mated feverishly, he cupped her breasts in his hands, thumbing her wet nipples, rasping them. She writhed against him, mindless with need. She didn’t know how much more she could take without begging him to make love to her right where they were.
His hands slid down her back, then grasped her bare buttocks beneath her hiked-up skirt. Samara’s heart pounded hard as his fingers edged toward her moist, aching center. Breathing became secondary to the heightened anticipation of his touch. She closed her eyes, then gasped as one finger slid beneath her panties and found her throbbing clitoris.
Her eyes flew open, and she gazed up at him as he began to stroke the slick nub, slow and tantalizing, until a shaking moan rose up in her throat.
Marcus watched her, devouring her with his gaze, his face hard and dark with passion. “You’re so wet,” he said, the words so low and guttural they were practically a growl. His fingers glided over the folds of her sex, spreading her slick wetness over swollen, sensitive flesh. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“You like that?” he whispered huskily.
“Yes,” she moaned breathlessly, rocking against his hand.