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for him. It was still Erik. Still the same sensation of power rolling off him, the same love and caring being projected. Gentleness mixed with his incredible strength.
Between the two of them, there was nothing they couldn’t accomplish.
Suddenly, that was all she needed. The final wall fell.
“Shift. I need to…I want to…”
She waited, shaking with the fever rippling through her veins. Her blouse came off in one motion, her skirt and bits of underwear flying after it. He changed back, his solid body reforming until he lay on the blanket, naked. She leapt on him, into his arms, tears pouring from her eyes.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you too fast. You don’t have to change. Maggie?
Why are you naked?”
She sealed her mouth to his, stealing his words, taking his response. She lay skin-to-skin on top of him, his erection pressing against her belly. She wanted him. Needed him desperately, and there was nothing that would stop her.
He rolled them over, pausing before he covered her. He tangled his fingers in her hair, his tongue stroking and dancing with hers. The wind rustled the leaves overhead, swirls of his power wrapping around them. The pulsing beat between her legs jumped in tempo when he dragged a hand down her body and cupped her breast in the palm of his hand.
When he pulled back they both gasped for air. He stroked his thumb around the tender skin of her nipple, circling again and again as he stared into her eyes. “Are you sure? Make no mistake, I love you and I want you, but I will wait until you’re really ready. Don’t do this to try and convince your wolf to rise.
Don’t do this unless you mean it.”
Maggie brought her hands to cradle his face. He was so damn big it was easy to forget just how tenderhearted he really was. Her wolf danced inside, waiting to be set free. But before she let her out, she wanted to please the woman.
“The mate thing? It’s there, I feel the chemistry between us. But my head says I love you as well. My wolf loves you. And now we need to stop talking and I need you inside me. Please.”
He closed his eyes, his face tight with restrained desire. “I didn’t want this to happen here. In the wilderness, no soft bed. I wanted it to be special.”
She slapped his shoulder. “Damn, it is special. It’s you, and me and that’s—”
He leaned over to consume her.
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Soft warm skin under his mouth, her scent filling his head. If he never saw another sunrise, just the memory of this moment—his mate accepting him—would keep him warm for the rest of his life.
She caressed his body, her hands tiny against his chest, over his shoulders. Her touch teased and tormented and he slipped a line of kisses down her torso, partly in an attempt to escape to where he could concentrate on her without being distracted. He cupped her breasts in his hands, the dark skin of her nipples crinkling tight as he lapped at them. First one then the other, licking and nipping and sucking until Maggie panted and writhed under him.
“I love the way you taste.” He licked her belly button and she laughed, her torso shaking.
“You talk too much.”
“Hmm, you think?”
“Oh. Oh. Oh yes…”
Erik smiled against her core, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the rigid nub of her clitoris. He continued his assault, his tongue and fingers playing her like an instrument, now fast, now slower. The sounds of delight she made changed with his tempo until she tightened around his fingers, her sheath squeezing the two fingers he’d buried in her depths.
Again and again he lapped at her, lifting her hips high in the air to pull her closer to his eager mouth.
The connection between them grew stronger the longer they touched, and the control he’d wound up, tight as a corkscrew, slowly began to unravel. Destiny meant for them to be together, but after hearing her confession he admired her more than ever. She was brave and bright, and she drove him totally and completely mad with lust.
“Erik!”
He stilled his hand where he’d reached under her hips to caress the tight star of her anus. A light sheer of sweat broke out on her skin and as she lay before him, her body shaking with another orgasm, he’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
“I love you.” He lowered her hips to the blanket and crawled over her, needing to taste her lips again.
She clung to his neck and attempted to pull their bodies together. He laughed against her mouth, unwilling to crush her with his weight. She arched under him, rubbing their torsos together, stoking his fires hotter.
Moisture from her crotch painted his skin and he groaned. Gotta keep it slow. No matter how much he
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wanted to thrust into her, bury himself in her sweetness. He kissed her, anchored on his elbows to keep them apart.
Maggie poked him in the ribs. “You’re too big.”