I slipped my hand around her ass and lifted her to me. Just because I
couldn’t fuck her didn’t mean we couldn’t do other things.
Savannah wrapped her legs around me and moaned as she pressed her
heat into me. Thank fuck I’d left my jeans on, or all bets would have been
off.
Cupping the back of her head with my free hand, I drew her mouth to
mine, this time with less urgency. I brushed my lips against hers, inhaling and
memorizing every note of her citrus sunshine scent. Her body fit so perfectly
against mine, and though I knew it was only because of our bond, I couldn’t
deny how right she felt.
I nipped her lower lip, and then gently parted her lips with my tongue,
tasting her desire.
“Jaxson, I want you,” she whispered breathlessly into my mouth.
Releasing my fingers from her hair, I kissed her neck, dragging my
tongue over her salty skin. She tasted so fucking good, I wanted to lick every
inch of her.
“Tell me what you want, darling,” I purred, delighting in the way her
body quivered under my touch.
“You. Inside me. Now,” she panted, arching her spine and exposing her
neck to me.
My wolf surged against my chest at the sight, desperate to claim his mate.
My intentions to move slowly were extinguished by the growing desire I felt
building in both of us. With a quick movement, I positioned Savannah on my
knee, supporting her back while I drew my other hand down between her
breasts, following the curve of her body to the apex of her thighs. The sight
of her hard nipples under the black lace threatened to send me over the edge,
and a savage heat coiled inside of me.
She spread her legs, giving me access, and as my fingers slid under her
panties and slipped inside of her, I felt just how ready she was.
“Fuck,” I growled. My jeans were suddenly painfully restricting.