Night Moves (9 page)

Her body came to life again, nerves humming, muscles tightening. When Brian finally thrust his tongue inside her waiting vagina, her whole body clenched. Then he began the slow torment again, slipping his tongue in and out of her in a slow, fucking motion while his thumb was busy with her clit, rubbing it, brushing it lightly, pinching it. Just as she approached the edge of her climax he withdrew, moving to place rows of kisses up and down the insides of her thighs, his mouth tracing a line from ankle to hip and back again.

“Please,” she begged again, fire raging inside her and her blood pounding in her ears.

Then he began again, taking tiny bites of the lips of her pussy and just the tip of her clit before fucking her with his tongue again. Its rough surface lit every nerve in the walls of her vagina, her cream showering down on him and pouring into his mouth.

When he backed off again, she was sure she’d lose her mind. She was ready to promise him anything if he’d just let her come.

The low, keening sound rumbling from her throat brought forth that devil’s chuckle from him again.

“Pinch your nipples for me, darlin’.” His voice was thick with lust and pleasure. “Come on. Pinch them hard, and I’ll let you come.”

Regan moved her hands to her nipples, pinched them and tugged on them as she hitched her hips at Brian’s head. This time when he thrust his tongue back inside her, he increased the pace of its movement and pinched her clit, hard.

Her orgasm roared down on her, spinning her into a whirlpool of sensation, electricity crackling around her as she convulsed over and over again. Each time the spasms slowed, he NIGHT MOVES

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launched her to yet another plane, another level. In the midst of the most intense climax yet, he lifted his body, and she faintly heard the tearing of foil and the snap of latex.

Then he was inside her, the walls of her cunt clasping him as the tremors of her climax shook her again and again. As they slowed, Brian began to move, rolling his hips and thrusting inside her with long, slow strokes. She was caught on the rack of pleasure, stretched on it, her body not her own anymore as wave after wave of sensation rippled through her.

“I’m going to come, Regan,” he gasped. “I can’t hang onto it any longer.”

“Come,” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and dragging his body tightly to hers.

With an explosion she was sure shook the house, they came in one gigantic orgasm, bodies shuddering and convulsing, her liquid heat bathing his latex-clad cock as he spurted his hot semen. The pleasure was so intense she was sure she wouldn’t survive it. Over and over, the spasms rocked them, her blood roaring in her ears, her heart thundering against her ribs. She spun out on a whirlwind of sensation, her body answering his, his cock pounding into her as he pushed her from one level of pleasure to the next.

At last, he collapsed on his forearms, dragging air into his oxygen-starved lungs. Regan struggled to get her own breath, the thundering of her heart so loud she was sure he could hear it. Little tremors raced over them again and again as their bodies relaxed from the peak of climax. Finally, he collapsed and rolled to the side, taking her with him. Her legs still wrapped around his waist held him tightly inside her body.

“Give me a minute.” His voice was ragged. “I’ll be right back.”

He took a moment in the bathroom to dispose of the condom then he was back, holding her close against him.

“Did you mean what you said before?” he asked, brushing damp strands of her hair back from her face. “That you’ll marry me? Because I fell in love with you the minute I saw you. I knew you were mine, but you could be taking a risk with me. You know that.”

She nipped at his chin. “Because of the wolf gene? The shifter thing?”

“That’s not something everyone can live with. Besides, the eight of us left from our original pack are continuing to reach out to other orphans and form a new council if we can.”

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He hand idly stroked her back, trailing over the curve of her ass and walking up and down her spine.

“I guess I’m like Sierra,” she said. “I’m not nearly as shocked or stunned or whatever as I should be.” She grinned. “I actually find myself fascinated by it.” Her grin disappeared. “I told you I love you, too, Brian, and I meant it. For who and what you are. Whatever comes along, we’ll handle it together. Besides, I may have resources that can help you in your search for others.”

“You’d do that?” He lifted his head and looked at her face, eyebrows raised.

“For you, I’d do anything,” she said in a husky voice. “This business with Greg and Lisa taught me that you can’t turn your back on any pleasure in life. I want to be with you, whatever that means.”

“Then, darlin’, get ready for a long, hard ride.”

His mouth took hers in a kiss that stole her senses. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight.

About the Author

I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.

I've had a lot of firsts in my life – first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.

I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in Economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.

My wonderful husband, David, encourages me and supports me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.

When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader – anything and everything – and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.

I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.

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