Desperately Seeking Shapeshifter (19 page)

He kissed me, hard. “You’re perfect. Perfect all over.” His hand dipped to touch my breastbone, his fingertips grazing the soft, pale skin there.

I made a soft noise of pleasure and arched against his hand, letting him know that his touch was pleasing. “Then show me.”

“Perfect,” he said, and grazed his fingertips over a hard nipple, brushing the tip.

I gasped at the lightning bolt of sensation and arched against his fingertips, encouraging more.

His fingers brushed the slight curve of my breast and then his thumb grazed the peak, teasing it. His gaze flicked back to mine.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, aching at the touch.

He stilled.

“No, no,” I said, pulling his face back toward mine. I kissed him hard and fierce. “That’s good. I’m going to say a lot when you touch me. The more I say, the better it is. Got that?”

Experimentally, his fingertips closed over the nipple, and he pinched lightly. My kiss turned into a gasp and I fiercely bit his lower lip, then licked away the hurt. A growl started low in his throat, and I felt the oddest desire to do the same. It had been six years since a man had touched me, and even longer since I’d wanted it. This was making me crazy with need.

“Please don’t stop touching me,” I said. “Use your fingers, your mouth, everything.”

His mouth broke away from mine as he continued to brush his thumb over my nipple, and I saw his gaze slide to my other straining breast.

“Yes,” I agreed, my breath coming in sharp little pants. “Put your mouth there.”

He slid down my body, his mouth hovering close to my aching, needy breast. He hovered for a moment, and then I watched his tongue move out and ever so lightly graze my nipple.

I cried out in pleasure.

When he stiffened, I dug my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He didn’t need much more than that—his mouth latched onto my nipple and he began to lick it slowly, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin. Every time he moved his tongue, it sent a bolt of pure pleasure through my body, and, with words and soft cries of pleasure, I let him know how much it pleased me. His mouth was incredible, and before long I was arching my hips, bucking slightly in response to each stroke of his tongue.

“Sara,” he growled, staring up at me, his eyes gleaming feral.

“What?” I panted, my hands tangled in his hair. God, his fingers were still rolling my nipple, teasing the peak and driving me wild. “What is it?”

“I can smell your need.” His hand went to my panties and I could hear the low growl in his throat again. “Smells . . . amazing,” he said with a hard rasp, and ripped them off. “I need to taste you.”

He got off the bed, grabbed my hips, and tugged me forward to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the side. Ramsey knelt on the floor, the boards creaking.

“Your perfume’s . . . incredible,” he growled low against my belly, and then his mouth was on me.

“I . . . oh . . . ,” I breathed, falling backward on the bed as the sensations flashed through my body. His big hands held my hips, my legs wide open, and I felt his tongue brush my folds, sliding over their slick heat, tasting me. A rippling shudder of desire cascaded over me. “Oh . . . that’s really good,” I said, my voice dreamy as his tongue lapped at the wetness. God, he had a big, wonderful tongue. And oh wow, he was using it in ways that made my toes curl with desire. “Oh . . . oh, Ramsey. Really good.”

He licked the sides of my sex, exploring each soft fold. His tongue found my core, and when he pressed into me, I nearly came off the bed. My fingers went to his hair and twisted there. “That’s
really
good,” I panted as he thrust with his tongue. “Really, really good. Oh . . . oh . . . oh yes.”

His tongue stroked out of my core and back in again.

I screamed as his tongue found my clit and my hips rose off the bed. When he growled low in his throat with pleasure, I felt it against my sex. The rippling shock waves of pleasure became a tidal wave, and I twisted my hands in his hair, pulling his face against my sex. “Oh, right there,” I moaned when he flicked his tongue against the nub of my
clit. “That feels so amazing. Oh, yes. Oh . . . keep doing that with your tongue. Oh, Ramsey.”

The more I moaned and demanded, the faster his tongue worked. Flicking against my clit, then rubbing in circles and swiping hard with his tongue when my hips jerked in response. The steady stream of words died. I needed him. Needed
more
. Needed him to lick faster, harder—

He growled low against my clit, swiped hard with his tongue, and I shattered in a keening wave of pleasure. Every muscle in my body locked tight, vibrating, and he still continued to lick, instinctively drawing out my orgasm. It seemed to last for endless minutes. My body was quivering like jelly, and I’d lost all ability to speak. When my muscles finally unlocked, I realized that I’d wrapped my legs around Ramsey’s shoulders and my fingers were still dug in his hair, still holding his face to the cradle of my hips. He was giving me slow, languid licks now, as if he couldn’t get enough of my taste. Like a favorite treat.

“Oh . . . oh, Ramsey,” I breathed, rubbing his scalp with my fingers. “You have an amazing mouth. Really,
really
amazing. Especially for a virgin.”

He leaned over and kissed the inside of my thigh. “I came,” he said in a low, husky voice.

“Oh, good,” I said with a dreamy smile.

“Three times.”

I giggled.

He stiffened against my legs.

I wrapped them around him again and continued
to massage his head. “That was flat-out incredible. I’m going to be greedy for that tongue of yours.”

The stiffness disappeared and he kissed the soft inside of my thigh again. “First, we shower,” he said. “Then, you need to shift.”

I groaned. “My legs feel like noodles. I won’t even be able to walk to the shower, much less run in the woods.”

“Then I will ask Gracie to wash my back.” He began to pull my legs off his shoulders.

I stared at the half smile tugging at his lips. “Did you just make a joke?”

He bit my thigh in response, eliciting a squeal from me.

Wow. An orgasm—or three—really mellowed the man. I couldn’t wait to find out what he’d be like after full-on sex.

After a shower and a run through the woods, I was falling asleep on my feet. I vaguely remembered curling up next to him in bed, but when I woke up the next morning, he was already up, and the sound of hammers on the far side of the house told me that we had visitors.

I spent the day helping renovate the house. While Ramsey and Jackson worked on the roof, Dan—the teenage werewolf assistant—had been assigned to give the outside of the house a fresh coat of paint. While he ran the power-gun painter, I used a brush to get the spots he missed, and we chatted.
It turned out that he and Jackson were looking for a new pack. Their old pack had died in a fire, and I didn’t pry when I saw how choked up Dan got. They were alone right now because Jackson was an alpha, and no pack would accept him for fear that he’d challenge the existing alpha. A few packs had offered to take in Dan, but he wouldn’t leave Jackson’s side.

I felt a surge of affection for the kid, and Ramsey seemed to get along with Jackson pretty well. A few times I caught the sound of male laughter coming from the roof.

Gracie came out of her guesthouse, texting away, and when she found out our day was going to be spent doing manual labor, she went right back in, chiding me for wasting my strength.

By the time the sun was setting, Dan and I had painted the first level of the exterior of the house, the roof was patched, and my nose was sunburned.

“It’s looking good, Miss Sara,” Dan said shyly, lifting his baseball cap to wipe the sweat off his brow. “Pretty soon it’ll be a real home for you and Ramsey, and then you can start on a family.”

It was a good thing my cheeks were already flushed with exertion. “I’m still not entirely convinced that our species should be interbreeding,” I said with a laugh. “Our children would be big and snarly, with a weakness for honey.”

The wind shifted, carrying Ramsey’s scent just as a shadow fell over me. “He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”

Dan nodded, grinning.

A hand slid around my waist, and for once, I didn’t jump. My hands moved to it and caressed his big fingers.

Ramsey pulled me close to him and leaned in and murmured, “Pretty sure you’re bad at fetch.”

“Throw me a stick and see what happens,” I teased, then squealed when he kissed my neck. “You’re sweaty.”

“So are you.”

Jackson appeared from the side of the house, mopping his brow and drinking from a water bottle. “We’d better get going, Dan.”

I immediately felt bad that he was staying so far away from me. “Do you guys want to stay for a bit? The shower’s fixed, and we could order a pizza.”

Jackson gave me a smile but shook his head. “Thank you, but we’ve got a hotel room that’ll do just fine. You two need some alone time.”

I blushed, because he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. Ramsey’s arms were still wrapped around me, and I was content to lean against him and soak up his strength, sweat and all. It felt good to be in his arms.

When Dan and Jackson had packed their things and the van crunched down the gravel road, Ramsey leaned in and nipped my ear. “Shower?”

“Only if you promise to towel me off with extra-special care,” I teased.

His eyes gleamed.

We raced to the shower and got in together. I
scrubbed his back, then he scrubbed mine. When his big hand slid to my front and cupped one of my breasts, I knew shower-time was over. I turned around and looked up at him, wishing our heights weren’t so different—I didn’t reach higher than Ramsey’s pectoral, and his massive erection was stabbing me in the stomach. Not that I minded, but I really wanted to kiss him at that moment and told him so.

Ramsey reached past me, flipped the shower off, then lifted me as if I’d weighed nothing. There were benefits to dating a ridiculously strong man, I decided as I leaned in toward his mouth.

He sucked on my lower lip in response, and I moaned low in my throat. Still kissing, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Ramsey moved us to the bedroom. He dumped my wet body on the bed, and then his hot, sleek, wet one slid over mine. I gave a shiver of delight and rubbed up against him.

“I want to lick you again,” he said between kisses. “Over and over again. Love your smell. Love your taste even more.”

My innards clenched with need at the thought, and my kiss grew fiercer. His hand slid between us, and I bucked when his fingers brushed against the slippery heat of my sex. I’d waited all day for this, wanted his thick, enormous length deep inside me, to fill the ache that had been rising each time I thought of last night and his head between my legs.

A horn honked somewhere below.

Ramsey’s head lifted.

“Ignore it,” I said, wrapping my fingers in his hair and tugging his face back down to mine. My hips rose against his hand, waiting and hoping for his fingers to explore me. “I need you.”

A haze of desire moved over his face and he leaned down, nipping at one of my wet nipples. I gasped and arched, encouraging his mouth.

The horn honked again. Three times in a row, repeatedly. From down below, I heard the sound of raucous male laughter.

Ramsey swore and detangled himself from my body. “Get dressed,” he said, and in a flash he’d grabbed a pair of jeans and was out of the room.

I sat up on my elbows and scowled at the door. Damn. That was some crappy timing.

“Sara,” a voice bellowed downstairs. “Where are ya, girl? We brought you a present!”

I recognized that voice, and it made my heart pound with delight. “Joshua?” I jumped to my feet and hastily dug underwear and pants out of my overnight bag. The only pants I grabbed were pajama bottoms, but I didn’t care—I slid them on, grabbed one of Ramsey’s shirts, and pulled it over my head. Then I tore down the stairs and gave a happy squeal at the sight below. The Russell clan sat in Ramsey’s shoddy living room, minus Beau. Joshua, Jeremiah, Everett, Ellis, and Austin grinned up at me. Everett held up a case of beer. Austin and Joshua were setting up a flatscreen on a folding table against the wall. Ellis held up the Xbox he’d brought. “Saturday nights are gaming night, remember?”

I gave a happy little jump and pounced on Joshua. “You guys are the best,” I said happily. “I totally forgot about game night!”

“We didn’t forget,” Everett said with a grin, setting down the beer so I could bound over and hug him, too.

“Figured it’d be a good time to come check up on you,” Jeremiah said. “Make sure everything’s all right over here.”

“We’re great,” I said enthusiastically, ignoring the glances that lingered on my neck. “It’s sweet of y’all to come by.”

The boys popped open a few beers and began to set up the Xbox, and someone was always appearing to hug me, tickle me, or tease me about my appearance. It was like being back in the Russell house on Saturday nights. We’d all gather around the gaming consoles, drink beer, and talk shit. It was like having a pack of brothers, and I’d loved every moment of it while I’d lived there.