He braced her between the door and his body, his hips pressing into her, flexing, stroking the sensitive, jeans covered folds of her pussy. He wanted to rip her pants from her body, lift her closer and push hard and deep into the fiery channel that awaited him. He wanted to devour her. Ravage her. He wanted his lips and hands on every part of her body at once.
“Damn you,” he cursed as he jerked back, tearing his lips from hers only to move them along her cheek, her neck. “You’re like fire, Faith. Fire and lightning and you’re burning me alive. ”
They were both gasping for air now, straining together, loins grinding into each other.
“Jacob. ” The sound of her tremulous voice, fraught with equal parts fear and desire, whipped through his body with a surge of sensation that left him fighting for air.
He could feel his muscles trembling as he fought to control himself, felt his need for her reaching a peak he had never known existed. She was hot and sweet, and his. His mate. His woman.
Jacob allowed his lips to move with quick, ravenous kisses and strokes of his tongue along her neck, dipping under the neckline of her shirt as she strained against him. He loved the way her body arched to him, her neck tilting, giving him better access, her breasts flattening against his chest as she fought for breath. He could feel the hard points of her nipples burning into his flesh, making his mouth water to taste them.
One hand moved from her hips as he tore the shirt from the waistband of her pants. His hand moved beneath the cloth, stroking over skin so soft, so fine that he shuddered in awe.
“I want you,” he growled into her neck as his hand smoothed around her side, his fingers glancing the curve of her swollen breast, his lips aching to stroke it in turn. “I want you now, Faith. ”
He heard her whimper, felt her as she tensed, striving for control. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her breath shuddered through her body.
“Now,” he whispered again. “You’re mine. You know this as well as I do. Mine, Faith. ”
He didn’t expect her to tear away from him. Didn’t expect the surge of strength that would give her the impetus needed to jerk from his arms, stumbling weakly as she put several feet between them.
Jacob’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching as he watched the swollen, hard-tipped mounds of her breasts moving rapidly beneath her thin shirt.
“Why now?” she cried out, her dark eyes glittering with emotion. “Why do you want me now, when you haven’t in six years?”
Jacob paused, frowning. “I’ve always wanted you, Faith. ” He shook his head, confused by her anger. “There was no question of that. ”
“Oh really?” she bit out sarcastically. “Funny, Jacob, I’ve been questioning it for years. Maybe because I never saw proof of this desire you suddenly have for me. ”
Jacob felt like snarling in frustration. His cock was swollen, demanding release, his blood pumping through his veins, his flesh demanding release, and it was more than obvious that she was just as aroused. Yet she stood here arguing with him, rather than choosing to satiate the need?
“Does it matter?” He raked his fingers through his hair in irritation. “We can make up for the time we have lost, Faith. If you would stop arguing with me long enough. ”
He wished he knew how to soothe her, how to ease the glimpse of pain that flashed in her eyes. He had a feeling his declaration only made the situation worse, though.
Chapter Eight
Faith shook her head. “Sometimes, Jacob,” she said bitterly, “men are so stupid. ” She literally stomped from the room, rushing up the stairs and out of sight.
“Shit!” he cursed, wondering if he was going to please her with any damned thing he had to say.
He paced the room long after she left, fighting the need to go to her, to force her to admit she wanted him. He started after her twice, then turned around, growling impatiently. How was he supposed to know how to handle this woman? When had she developed such stubbornness, such temper? It aroused the hell out of him, and confused him to no end. It made the urge to dominate her, to mount her, nearly uncontrollable.
His cock was throbbing impatiently beneath his jeans, reminding him forcibly that his mate was there. She was here now, man. Strike while the iron’s hot. Show her who’s boss. Give it to her now. Damn cock.
He shook his head, almost laughing at his own thoughts. She was driving him insane. Just what he needed, a crazy woman whose insanity was contagious. He was doomed.
Breathing in roughly, he growled out a curse before deciding that his best course of action was to just go to bed. Go to sleep. Forget she was in the house. Yeah. Like that one was going to happen.
He started up the stairs, intent on just that. And he assured himself he would have done just that, if the soft, muted sounds and the light scent of heat and arousal hadn’t hit him the minute he stepped close to her bedroom door.
Jacob stepped silently into the bedroom, spellbound by the sight that met his eyes.
She lay on her back, her head arched back on the pillow, breasts swollen and hard, her thighs opened, her slender fingers moving gracefully, desperately over the slick folds of her pussy. Her fingers slid through the narrow slit, softly, so slowly he was panting by the time they pushed into her vagina. His breath exhaled roughly when they retreated and returned to her clit as she gasped out in needy lust.
The inner lips glistened with thick dew. It was so slick, it clung to her fingers, glistened on her inner thighs, and the sweet scent of it sent his cock into raging demand. He licked his lips, his eyes narrowing on her hand, his body tensing at her ragged, nearly silent cries. Clenching his teeth, cursing his cock, he walked to her.
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