"Good. I'm glad they didn't open any doors."
She pulled back. "How can you say that?"
He growled low. "Because if they had, they would have checked out your ass, and then there would be a whole slew of men I'd have to kill."
Ellie stared up into his face. "That kinda turned me on."
The frown disappeared and was instantly replaced with an expression of pure lust. "Really?"
"You make me feel wanted. To someone who has been ignored her entire life, that is intoxicating."
"You are very, very wanted," he whispered huskily against her ear. She shivered and felt him begin to harden against her body.
"Show me," she answered.
He quickly rolled them until she was on her back, and he loomed over her. He quickly pulled his shirt off, and his hands went to his pants.
"Slowly."
He raised an eyebrow, and she blushed. "Please?"
He stood and looked down at her. His eyes never left hers, and he ran his thumb along the waist of his pants. He unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall before stepping out of them. When Ellie saw the darkening wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs, she licked her lips, and his control snapped. He practically ripped the last piece of clothing from his body, and seconds later, he stood before her, a piece of breathing art.
"The gods themselves must have had a hand in creating you," she whispered. His body was masculine beauty at it's finest. Smooth pale skin rippled and moved over muscle as he bent
down and crawled toward her. His eyes had turned to a light amber color, and his canines were peeking out from his upper lip. She could see his wolf was riding him hard.
When her hands went to her shirt, he growled. "Let me." She laid back and watched him get closer.
Very gently, he removed the first shoe, then the other, quickly followed by both socks. He ran his hands up the outside of her legs before bringing them together at her waist. He unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down her body, taking her panties along with them.
With one fluid motion, he pulled her body closer so she could feel his hard length slide against her slick folds. She thought he would enter her at any moment, but she was wrong. He continued undressing her, torturing them both as each movement he made rubbed them against each other, teasing them mercilessly. He pushed her bra and sweatshirt up over her head. She lifted her back so that the garments could finally be thrown to one side.
When all their clothes were finally off, he stared down at her, a reverent look on his face. "Now we begin."
She nodded, bracing herself for his possession.
He shocked her when he pulled away. Starting at her foot, he kissed her softly. "How many miles have you walked up and down halls treating little ones?" She couldn't answer; she just stared at him confused.
He kissed his way up her leg. "I love your legs." He winked at her. "They carried you to me."
Skipping her mound, he stared at her belly. She felt icy embarrassment flood her body. She covered her abdomen with her hands.
He bent down and nipped at her fingers until she moved them. "All of you belongs to me. How could you think I wouldn't love every inch of you, especially this most sacred part?" Tenderly, he ran his hands over her waist. "Right here is where our child will grow." He leaned down and kissed below her belly button.
Ellie felt her own lips trembling from the effort not to sob. No one had ever looked at her and seen something beautiful before.
Grant allowed his body to rest against hers, his weight pushing her into the soft grass. He laid his head on her chest and exhaled in pure bliss. "This comfort is what men die for. This comfort and warmth represent love and a place to call home." He teased her areola before squeezing her nipple gently, causing her to gasp. "Your beautiful body allows me to give you so much pleasure." He leaned over and ran a hot tongue over her hardened peak. "Our children will receive their first meal from your body; how could you hate such a miraculous thing?"
Scooting up so that once again she could feel him throbbing at her entrance, she arched her back. When he looked down at her she had to turn her head. It was almost too painful to see the love in his eyes.
"Look at me," he ordered.
When she turned her head, her tears fell. "I'm not what you are describing. What will happen when you see me for what I really am?"
"And what is that?"
"Fat. Ugly." She looked away, almost choking on the words.