His broad chest, like his arms, was covered in tattoos. Colors called out to her and she wanted to stroke each one, admiring the designs he had chosen to place on his skin.
Seeing one that looked like an anchor displayed over his heart she traced the edges of the ink.
“Do you mark yourself because you can’t express yourself vocally?”
“I like the designs. Each one is something that is important, something I need to remember.”
Angel sat up, placing a gentle kiss over the one on his heart. Why would he have chosen to put an anchor there? What did it mean?
There wasn’t any time for more of those thoughts as Parker tugged her panties, the only clothes she hadn’t taken off, down her legs. She grinned from ear to ear. He was in a hurry and so was she.
Chapter Four
Parker couldn’t get enough of Angel. He’d nearly come in his pants just smelling her arousal in the other room. Up close, wow, he’d be lucky if he lasted five minutes. As it was, the little mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat were enough to make him lose all lucidity and feel like a madman.
“Okay, big guy, how is it fair that you are still dressed and I am totally naked?”
“Maybe because you haven’t undressed me yet.” Technically, that wasn’t true. She had made him take off his shirt. But it was too much fun to taunt her and she reacted so passionately when he did.
With a raised eyebrow, she looked so adorable he wanted to tweak her nose. He wouldn’t because, well, that would be ridiculous, but he had the urge. She, by contrast, seemed to have taken his statement as some kind of challenge.
Seconds later, her hands were on his pants, ripping them from his body. Parker jerked backwards. The little vixen had just torn up his favorite pants. He stared for a second, realizing he must appear like a landed fish, at the two halves of his jeans now sprawled out on the floor.
He didn’t know what was more shocking to him—that she could do that—or that she had.
“What’s a matter, Parker, did you forget I’m a wolf like you? You might be super strong but I’m tough as nails too.”
Like he could ever forget, not when she smelled like the breeze through the trees, the sun hitting the ground after the snow melts, and, gods help him, home. It had been two decades since he’d smelled another of his kind and she was his to claim if he wanted, which only made her even more incredible to his senses. There was nothing about Angel that didn’t appeal to him.
Even if he might have preferred she not destroy his clothing.
He pushed her on the bed, forcing some of his weight on top of her while holding the majority of himself off the bed using his forearms. They were nose to nose now and he could feel how her chest went up and down as she breathed beneath him.
“Do you sew?”
She shook her head. “No, and I don’t think I could do anything to fix your jeans anyway even if I could. I pretty much destroyed them.”
He growled even though he felt no real anger. Maybe he was in shock. All he knew was that he’d never expected to be with a woman who harbored such strength and zest for living. And it made him hot as hell.
There was no holding back with Angel. He was part wolf and he didn’t have to pretend to be anything else. That was a big turn on too.
Staring at her black hair and dark eyes, she looked like some kind of mythical goddess come to life to seduce him in his bedroom. As she pulled, more gently this time, his underwear down his legs, she stared up into his eyes taunting him with boldness and making him so hard he was afraid he was going to come instantly.
What was it about Angel? Was it because of this so-called mating thing their wolves kept talking about or was it something more? He blinked as she touched his hard shaft and all reasonable thoughts left his mind.
More, he wanted more of her hands on him. His mouth took on a mind of its own as he kissed her everywhere he could reach. Her skin was smooth and soft. He wanted to smell himself on every part of her body.
She rewarded his efforts with the most delicious sounds and movements as her fingers dug into his hair. He touched her mound, pressing his hands to that sensitive part of her body, anxious to know what she felt like on the inside.
Inserting his fingers, he realized just how tight the little woman beneath him really was. The last thing in the universe he ever wanted to do was to cause her any pain or discomfort. He was a big man.
That wasn’t bragging, it was fact. He needed to go out of his way to make sure she was ready for him.
The idea made him smile.
She opened her eyes. “Does that grin mean you’ve found something you like down there?”
“You might say I like the whole experience.”
Being able to communicate with her was an amazing thing and he would dwell on that fact.
Later.
For now, all he wanted to do was to continue to pet the soft curls that hid her most private parts from view. He stroked her until he could feel her muscles clench around his fingers.
Angel bit down lightly on his shoulder and he hissed not from pain, but from the surge of pleasure that threatened to make his cock spill way before it was time.
“I’m going to memorize you, Angel; I’m going to know your body in all the ways possible tonight.”
Seriousness gripped her gaze as she leaned up to kiss him softly on the mouth. She tasted like cherries and mint. Intoxicated, he let himself get lost in her mouth for a while.
Their tongues met stroking, plunging. He grabbed the back of her head, hauling her upwards so she was even closer.
He wanted to possess her, to make her part of him, and those emotions scared the hell out of him. This wasn’t a permanent relationship. They had these feelings for each other. They were acting on them, but in no way had anyone said one thing about forever.
This was now. He needed to get his head out of the owning zone and back into the fucking one.
That was safer.
Finding the small bundle of nerves he hoped would send her over the edge, he stroked her in a circular motion until he felt her muscles start to move.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me like a good girl.”
She gasped, her head falling backwards onto the bed. She seemed to explode from the inside out, and it made him feel powerful, strong, fulfilled in a way he hadn’t known possible. She’d come because he’d told her to and that was fucking fantastic.
Inching towards the headboard, he slipped himself up against her warm core wanting to plunge right inside of her but holding back instead. Little by little, he inched his way in. Pushing forward just a smudge, he felt her stretch slightly to accommodate him.
“More.” Angel’s voice was a command he wanted to give in to.
He shook his head. “Slowly.”
She grabbed his chin forcing him to look her straight in the eyes. “I said more, now.
Don’t baby me. I want to feel you full up inside me.”
Well, there was something to be said about having a woman who knew what she wanted in bed.
Even if he suspected she’d never been intimate with anyone before based on how tight her passage was.
He moved inside her and for a second lost himself in the sheer pleasure that was Angel. She was soft, hot, wet, and clenched around him like she’d been made to fit him, which he supposed she was.
Closing his eyes, he let himself go. In and out. In and out. Yes, over and over.
Beneath him, Angel moaned and closed her eyes. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. It was the sexiest scene he’d ever seen and even though he wouldn’t have believed it, he got even harder.