“We’re going to argue a lot, aren’t we?” I ask, resigned to it.
He kisses me. “Probably. But I guess we have a lot of makeup sex to look forward to.”
Smiling, I wrap my arms around him. “Figured your mind would soon turn back to sex.”
“Not just sex,” he says, his smile fading. “Getting to know each other and learning to communicate better.” He sighs sadly. “Even if that means less makeup sex.”
I kiss his bearded jaw. “But less arguing means other kinds of sex.”
“Like?” He’s breathless when I kiss his throat.
“The fun in the forest kind, or the throwing me down on the bed and—” I’m laughing when he picks me up, and tosses me on the bed, the sheet falling as he comes down on top of me.
My laughter fades as he holds my gaze. “What is it?”
“It’s always going to be like this.”
I touch his face. “What is?”
“Us. It will always be like this. I swear it.”
My eyes flutter closed as he kisses me.
I sink into his caress, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and moaning as his fingers slide down my stomach, heading between my thighs.
I break the kiss, and he chuckles, eyes flashing with heat when I push him onto his back, slide his pants down, and straddle him.
“You want to ride?” he asks, voice husky.
“Not exactly.” I kiss his throat. His fingers run through my hair, and he tilts his head, angling it so I can reach more of him.
His breath wheezes out of him as I rake my teeth over his hard flesh. “I love the way you taste.” I lick his throat.
“Keep doing that,” he groans, fingers clenching in my hair. “I won’t be responsible for what comes next.”
“What comes next, Wolf King?”
His cock jerks in response. “My face between your pretty thighs, swiftly followed by you coming on my tongue.” And as he speaks, his hand slips between my legs, and he rubs his thumb over me.
“Swiftly?” I moan as I grasp his hand, pulling it away when it kills me to do it.
His grin is assured. “I know exactly what to do with my tongue.”
“Later.” I smile as I kiss his throat and angle down. “I have plans for you, Wolf King. Don’t move.”
“No one orders me,” he says gruffly, fingers tangling in my hair.
“If you move,” I warn him, “then you won’t find out the interesting places where I want to put my mouth.”
His fingers clench in my hair. “Kat…” he groans as I lazily kiss my way down his body.
I stop between his thighs, lifting my head to meet his gaze. “One day, you’re going to be on an important call in your office.”Still holding his gaze, I lower my head and breathe over him. “And you are going to notice someone is under your desk.”
He’s slack-jawed and breathing hard, his tanned, muscled chest rising and falling. “And what is that someone doing under my desk?”
I want to push him over the edge. I want to keep going until he loses control. He’s staring down at me like he wants me to. Like he needs me to.
“Pulling down your zipper, and…” I press a kiss on his cock, and he shudders.
