Conner's Wolf Read Online Free PDF Page B

me.”
    She was tempted, more than she would have thought possible, but she remained silent.
    “Tell me,” Conner said against her mouth as though sensing weakness.
    His voice was pure honey, and the sweet glide of his fingers over arousal-slick folds was nearly enough to make her comply. She might have, except for the protectiveness gathered in the wolf’s heart and spinning outward into the woman’s.
    She licked his bottom lip, nibbled before sucking it gently. “I need until morning to think about it. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
    The answer both pleased and irritated him. She read it in his face and scent.
    “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I’m a cop.”
    A homicide cop. Not exactly what she wanted to be reminded of at the moment.
    She slipped her tongue into his mouth and coaxed his out to play. Found a tiny nipple and stroked it with her fingertip, feeling a throb go through his cock where it pressed to her thigh, nearly hardened again but not completely.
    The prospect of finding her scent, her taste on him appealed to the wolf. “Let me think about it, Conner,” she said, giving a subtle push to his chest, a silent request for him to go backward. Giving a slow suck to his tongue before adding, “Right now I have some resuscitating to do.”
    He didn’t want to let it go but years of interviewing people told him to back off for now. Or so he told himself, unsure which head was really doing the talking with Khemirra’s mouth heading in the direction of his cock.
    He’d be rock hard before she reached it, though he’d die a slow, agonizing death before he’d tell her that her efforts to revive him were unnecessary. Not when the feel of her lips on his nipple only hinted at the pleasure to come.
    His hips lifted off the mattress when she sucked, pulling a stark confession from him. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since that day in the park.”
    He felt her smile against his skin, followed by the caress of her tongue and heat of her breath when she released his nipple to say, “Wondering if I had the same problem?”
    A howl of protest came from his dick when she reversed directions, kissing upward instead of continuing downward. She rose to straddle him and he found intense pleasure in the sight of her above him, her face and breasts, the flat belly and small triangle of pubic hair, the rich natural caramel of her thighs against his sun-darkened skin.
    A rush of heated blood surged into his cock. The press of her parted cunt lips to it silenced its scream for her mouth, replacing it with the desperate need to feel her tight channel.
    He moaned when she reached down, capturing his cock and guiding it to her opening. His hips jerked up, his body hers to command. He had no problem with her taking the dominant position, not when he’d dreamed of her riding him like this, taking all of him in a slow slide to pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced with another woman.
    He covered her breasts with his hands, loving the way she gave him some of her weight, matched her strength to his, her eyes partially closed and her back arching, making him think of a cat purring with satisfaction, stirring him, challenging him to add to her pleasure.
    He captured her nipples, loving their size and darkness, the way they hardened so readily, leaving no doubt about his effect on her. He squeezed and tugged, twisted, his actions timed to her up-and-down slide on his shaft.
    She rewarded him by moving faster, with the clamp and release of her channel. By changing the angle so her clit struck him. And he countered, thrusting hard and deep as his fingers tightened, blending pleasure with pain.
    “Come for me, baby.”
    She obeyed, crying out in release, the grip of her sheath demanding the same of him. He came, the force and length of it leaving his head humming in a buzz of blissful exhaustion and masculine satisfaction.
    He smiled at the feel of her draped along his length like a hot