Page 148 of Torin

“You’re so beautiful,” he growls.

Then his mouth is on mine again.

This is the hunger I’ve sensed in him from the beginning, held beneath all that patience. Now he finally has permission to touch me.

His hands move slowly over my breasts, taking his time even though I can feel how badly he wants me. He kisses my throat, then my shoulder, working his way lower.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, giving myself over to the feel of his mouth and his hands.

His lips follow the edge of my bra, kissing the swell of one breast and then the other. He slips a finger beneath the lace, dragging it slowly over my skin, and I ache for him to move lower.

Instead, he kisses his way back up. I make an impatient sound and tug at his shirt. Torin pulls it over his head and tosses it aside.

For a second I stare at him, at his broad chest, those rippling abs. He kisses me again, backing me toward the bed.

“You have no fucking idea,” he says quietly, “what you do to me.”

He pushes me down, guiding me as I fall back onto the mattress. Then he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. He pulls it away, and the naked hunger on his face sends another rush of heat through me.

His mouth closes over one nipple. I gasp and grab his hair.

He sucks until I’m squirming beneath him, then moves to the other breast, giving it the same slow, relentless attention.

My hips begin to move beneath him, in quick little jerks.

Torin’s mouth leaves my breast and travels down my stomach.

I suck in a breath as his fingers move to the zipper of my jeans. He pulls them down, taking my panties with them, and suddenly I’m naked beneath him.

My heart beats harder.

Torin looks between my thighs, then puts his hands on my knees and pushes them farther apart.

My legs tremble. I’ve never let anyone see me like this before, but there’s nothing hesitant in the way Torin looks at me. He wants me.

Then he lowers his head and licks me. The first stroke of his tongue tears a gasp from me.

“Oh, god.”

Torin growls against me, and the vibration goes straight through my body. I grab the sheets with both hands. His tongue moves over me slowly at first, learning me, finding the touches that make my hips lift from the mattress. Then he focuses on my clit, teasing it with light strokes until I’m gripping his hair and trying to move against his mouth.

He catches my hips and holds me still.

I make a frustrated sound.

Torin answers with another growl and slides a finger inside me. My head falls back against the pillow. God. Nothing has ever been inside me before.

I’m so wet that his finger slides in easily, but the stretch still makes me gasp. He works it deeper while his tongue keeps moving over my clit, and within seconds I can barely keep still beneath him.

This is what all those days of wanting him have done to me.

Every kiss that ended too soon. Every time he touched me and stopped. Every night I went to bed knowing my mate was somewhere else in this lodge.

All of it has left me aching for him.

“Torin—”

The orgasm hits before I can say anything else.