He trailed petal-soft kisses up my jaw until his heated breath touched my ear. “Unlatch your bra so I can see all of you. Open your legs to me and I’ll make this feel good.”
“You already are,” I said, ending the last word with a moan as his fingers stroked in a sensual rhythm.
I released the front latch on my thin bra, allowing the fabric to fall away. My dark nipples puckered as the air in the cab grew cooler.
He moaned and shifted in his seat. I could sense his lust and found it curious he was so willing to give me pleasure without seeking his own. I surrendered myself to the fever, lifting my hips.
A growl rose from him and he pushed up my skirt. “Pull down your panties for me,” he whispered. “Just a little bit.”
When I did, his fingers quickly returned and I reached up, locking my arms around his neck. Goodness… Lorenzo was a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. The look in his eyes was indulgent as he bent forward and sucked on my right nipple. I watched him from my semi-reclined seat, uncertain of where this was leading.
He licked my breast and looked up at me like a predator as he did it. “You’re sweeter than honey.”
His thumb rolled in circles and a lick of pleasure shot through me. I gasped and my muscles tensed.
Lorenzo pressed his warm lips against my neck. “All my wolf wants to do is please you, alpha female. Tell me you want more. I want to hear your wolf howl.” He lightly nipped my skin.
“Yes, give me more.” I took his face in my hands and planted a kiss on his mouth. At first it was chaste. But as our lips grew lazy, his tongue forced its way in and deepened the kiss. His chest vibrated as a low growl rose.
Lorenzo’s fingers quickened their pace and, my God, that man knew how to please a woman. Every movement, every slide and quick motion made it seem as if he could read my mind.
A small gasp escaped my lips and he nibbled on them.
“Put your mouth against my ear, Ivy. I want to hear the sound you make when you tremble beneath my touch.”
He nestled his face in the crook of my neck and when I breathed against his ear, he nipped my shoulder.
“Ah!” I said, bucking my hips.
“Just like that,” he whispered, stroking me harder. “Hurry.”
“Why hurry?” I panted.
“Because if you take any longer, I’m going to have to take a walk and stroke myself until all the need for you is gone.”
“Then take me.”
He shook his head and looked at me in the eye. “Not like this. I’ll pleasure you anywhere you want me to, but the only place I’ll take you is in my bed.”
“Why?” I asked, knitting my brows.
“This isn’t the time for a conversation,” he bit out. Then his mouth all but swallowed up my breast as he moved from one to the other, kissing and licking me into a frenzy.
I cupped his hand with mine.
As soon as I began making noise, Lorenzo looked up. I stretched my legs and gripped the ends of his hair with my other hand. “You’re my alpha,” I gasped.
Lorenzo released a roar, just as he had that night in bed.
“Next time I want to get on my knees and taste you,” he growled.
The erotic visual of an alpha on his knees with his mouth on my body sent chills up my arms. Pleasure licked through me like white lightning and I could ride it out no more. My muscles clenched when Lorenzo’s breathing became erratic, as if he were caught in the storm with me. A flush of heat touched my cheeks and I moaned softly as spikes of pleasure assailed me.
Lorenzo moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and I collapsed against the warmth of his body.
“You’re an attentive alpha,” I said, out of breath.
“How’s that?”
“You must have sensed I was anxious.”
He let out an exasperated sound and leaned forward to look at me. “That wasn’t about me taking care of your needs because I’m a Packmaster and I heed to the call of a woman seeking relief. That was about desire. It was about the way you sighed when you combed your fingers through your loose hair, and the hot look you flashed me. The one you hoped I wouldn’t notice. I crave you. Your body, your wisdom, and the smile you rarely show. I crave the soft whisper of your climax against my ear that’s meant only for me. This isn’t about Packmaster and bitch. This is about a man and a woman,” he said, his voice softening. “Other women bring out the wolf in me, but you, Ivy… you bring out the man.”
“You need time away from me to think about what’s best for your pack.”
As he spoke, he slowly latched my bra and fastened the buttons on my blouse. “I need time with you to decide what’s best for me.”
“You haven’t come to a decision, Thunder?”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “This is new to me. These feelings… I need time.”
“You should know something. I won’t mate with a man who has room in his arms for another woman. I don’t care if he’s a Packmaster and that’s how he runs his house. If you asked me to be in your pack—hypothetically, of course—then it would be as your mate and not one of your groupies. Rebecca would have to leave.”