She slid her hands under Trey’s T-shirt, letting her fingers trace their way up his muscular abs as she pushed the soft material up his chest. She did her very best not to gasp out loud, but as he moved back so she could get the garment over his head, she found herself hypnotized by the tattoo of a wolf head on the left side of his chest.
She’d seen it before, when he flashed it briefly at the restaurant on their first date, but now it took on a whole new meaning. She was surprised he’d so blatantly put his wolf secret out there for the whole world to see. Then again, maybe it was his way of dealing with something so overwhelming—tattooing the truth of it right on his chest was the only possible way for him to deal with it.
Reaching out, she glided her fingertips across his heavily muscled chest, up from the deep divide between his pecs, slowly tracing the outline of the wolf. The work was exquisite, the exposed fangs making the creature appear both savage and protective at the same time. She could easily spend hours staring at the tattoo, memorizing every single line and curve of it.
“Do you like tattoos?” he asked softly, the deep rumble of his voice seeming to vibrate up from deep in his chest. The lights from the lamp beside the couch reflected off his eyes in that crazy way it seemed to do with him, making his irises almost glow with a yellow-gold glimmer. It had to be the most amazing, arousing thing she’d ever seen.
“I like this tattoo.”
She scraped her nails down the figure like she was running her fingers through the creature’s fur. The wolf gazed at her, the intensity in those eyes making it seem like the animal could see into her soul, and she caught her breath. She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to tell Trey the truth. Right now.
She lifted her head to look at him. “I have to tell you something.”
“Later,” he said, the words almost sounding like a growl as he said them. “Much later.”
Trey moved so fast Samantha barely had time to do more than yelp before he was slipping one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, scooping her off the couch and heading for the bedroom. She’d never realized she was the type of woman interested in being swept off her feet, but she had to admit, when Trey was the one doing it, she could get used to it.
She hit the light switch on the wall as they stepped through the door and into her bedroom, laughing as he tossed her casually on the bed, kicking off his shoes before reaching forward to grab the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it slowly over her head, leaving her lying there in her shorts and bra. The way Trey’s eyes roamed over her partially nude body at that moment felt like a caress.
“Well?” she prompted softly as he continued to gaze down at her like she was something he desperately wanted to devour. “Were you planning on joining me?”
A smile tugged up the corners of his sensuous lips as he took a slow step forward. “Maybe I want to stand here and worship you with my eyes until I memorize every line and curve of that perfect body of yours.”
She couldn’t help returning his smile, if for no other reason than because it helped hide the blush she felt rushing to her cheeks. “Wow. I need to keep you around all the time. You’re seriously great for my ego.”
“I agree,” he murmured in that rumbling growl that went right through her as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and pop the buttons of his jeans. “You should keep me around all the time. But I think I can help with more than your ego.”
She opened her mouth to say something witty in response, but as Trey shoved down his jeans and briefs at the same time, revealing the rest of his positively stunning body, she found herself suddenly unable to speak. Because now that she was able to see everything, it was impossible to dismiss the reality that he was beyond perfection.
She’d been mesmerized by his muscular upper body, and the arms, chest, and shoulders that made her wonder precisely how many hours a day he worked out. But now she realized that his legs were equally as powerful as the rest of him. And the hard erection nestled between them was long, thick, and already pulsing with need.
Taken altogether, it was nearly enough to make a grown woman weep. And perhaps question what the hell she’d done to attract the attention of such a man. Hell, at this moment, all her worries about Trey’s wolf DNA and the weird crap he’d been involved in seemed kind of irrelevant. The only thing that was important was right here in front of her.
Completely naked.
Samantha was off the bed and on her knees before she even thought about what she going to do. Then again, what she had in mind didn’t required much thought. All it took was reaching out a hand to wrap around that hard shaft and a quick dip of her head, and she had her mouth right where she wanted it to be.
Trey tasted exactly the way she imagined he would—musky and masculine—and the flavor drew a moan from deep inside her as her tongue flicked around the head of his cock. Based on the groan of pleasure he let out, he obviously liked what she was doing.
It was so easy to fall into a rhythm as she knelt there in front of him, one hand caressing up and down while her mouth moved in counterpoint, swirling and licking, then swallowing deeply every once in a while just to keep him guessing. Feeling him throb in her hand, hearing those growly sounds he made every time she took him to the back of her throat, the way his essence became more and more intoxicating with every swipe of her tongue, Samantha decided she might have found heaven.
There hadn’t been a plan when she’d dropped to her knees in front of him, but the general idea had been that she would get him excited, then hop on top for the next part of this evening’s entertainment. But now that she was in the moment, the thought of stopping seemed like the most insane idea in the world. She wanted to finish him—needed to do it—simply so she could hear him growl her name and taste him when he exploded in her mouth.
With that sexy image motivating her, Samantha began to work her hand and mouth faster, eager now that she’d made her decision. But just when she felt his cock start to pulse in a clear sign of an impending orgasm, Trey reached down and pulled her to her feet, his mouth coming down to kiss the breath out of her when she started to complain.
“I’m not saying I wasn’t enjoying that,” he murmured as he broke the kiss and nudged her back toward the bed. “But in the interest of making sure this evening lasts, I think it’s time for me to return the favor.”
Samantha supposed she could have put up a fuss, tried to convince him that she wanted to get back to pleasing him. But seriously, Trey had just volunteered to go down on her. What woman on the planet would complain about that? And the part about making sure this evening lasts? That was definitely a yes vote on her part as well.
Trey stopped her as the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress, slipping a hand around her back to hold her up while undoing her bra at the same time. She let the lacy material slide from her shoulders, shivering as it fell away and his big, warm hands came up to cup her breasts. Her shivers turned to gasps when he started gently squeezing her nipples between his fingertips, the pressure sending little sparks of pleasure straight to her core. Trey leaned down to trail hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck, drawing little moans of pleasure from her throat. But when those warm kisses turned to bites and sharp teeth sliding across hypersensitive skin, she thought her knees might give out.