Page 93 of Ice Rebel

“Let them be jealous.”

The pathway leading to the cottages went through a winding area of landscaping including a gorgeous fountain. While the water wasn’t flowing, closed for the season, the area was incredible with landscaping including sparkling lights in all the trees.

By the time he unlocked and opened the door, I was already tugging on his jacket. At this point, there would be no control.

Roy barely managed to drop the bags and turn on a few lights when neither one of us could hold back any longer. Nothing was sacred, including the poor flowers, which he yanked from my hands. With petals falling to the floor, all I could do was laugh.

We ripped at each other’s clothes, fighting with his boots and my tennis shoes.

His jacket was off, my fingers already pulling on his shirt, which he jerked over his head, pitching the material aside. I had difficulty pulling off my jacket, a task he was forced to complete since my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own.

One hand was kneading his chest, the other crawling very quickly toward the thick bulge between his legs.

The rest was one huge blur of clothes flying, our sounds escalating to something completely carnal. When we were finally naked, he dragged me against him, leaving his huge cock hanging between my legs.

There was nothing slow and easy about the kiss, the roar of passion something no romance novel could touch adequately.

All while he’d shoved his tongue down my throat, he was pulling me further into the room. I’d barely caught a glimpse of where we’d be staying other than to see two vital things necessary for a romantic getaway.

A huge canopy bed with a half dozen pillows and a fireplace complete with a huge bearskin rug in front of it. My rabble-rousing Roy couldn’t have picked a better location.

In my humble opinion.

I raked my hands over his shoulders while he sucked on my tongue, every nerve ending in my body on fire, the crazed need in my core intensely powerful.

The insane need wasn’t just about our physical attraction, which was off the charts. This was about something that couldn’t be explained.

His tongue swept back and forth, the man devouring my mouth. But as soon as he’d carried me onto the rug, he pulled our lips free, both now gasping for breath.

He wasn’t in the mood to remain patient. This wasn’t about typical romance. This was another moment where passion took precedent. The beauty of the moment was that we didn’t need to be rushed.

Other than if he didn’t thrust his cock into my pussy soon, I would combust. Maybe he knew the condition I was in. After biting my lower lip while allowing me to hear an incredible growl rattling my bones, he dropped to his knees. Holy shit, in two seconds his mouth was on my aching pussy.

“Oh, fuck. Oh… Fuck.”

I was still gasping for air, close to hyperventilating as I threw my head back. This was insane. This was amazing. This was… Oh, God help me. His tongue was already drilling straight into my core. I was on fire, his fingers as they held me searing my skin.

My mind was instantly in a fog, my legs shaking to the point I wrapped both arms around his head to try to maintain some sense of balance.

There was nothing like the incredible feeling. Nothing on this earth anyway.

With every guttural sound he made, I envisioned us doing the nasty in the wild. Now that I knew he was a wolf, would our passion always be this explosive and carnal?

Hell, I prayed to God it would be.

He wasn’t planning on being gentle, his grip on my legs firm with fingertips digging into my skin. I couldn’t care less, the slice of discomfort everything I’d craved because he made me feel so damn alive.

His tongue was relentless and when he added a couple of fingers, plunging them in and out, my body started rocking. I lifted my head toward the ceiling while tangling my fingers in his hair. He was masterful and had me on the verge of climaxing within seconds.

Now I was panting like a crazed dog, half laughing because my pussy was suddenly very sensitive. I could swear the man knew my body so well, taking a full minute to lick and suck on my clit until I was rocking against him.

That was almost too much for my body to take. My legs were shaking, goosebumps everywhere. The rush of my pulse was insane, leaving me moaning with need. Did he have any clue what he was doing to me?

I continued raking my fingers through his hair, tugging and fisting until I was terrified I was about to pull a handful from the scalp. He didn’t seem to care, his tongue continued to ravage me. As I bucked against him, I could feel myself letting go. I’d thought about him every night, dark and delicious fantasies that would make any woman blush.

His hold was even firmer, keeping me in position as I struggled simply because his tongue was that powerful.

This time as I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling, I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. No one wanted to hear me crying like some banshee.