“Hmm,” she said. “Boxers.”
“Disappointed?” The thin cloth of the boxers hid nothing, the fabric tenting straight out with his arousal.
“Thought you’d be commando,” she said.
“I was dancing, and it’s cold. Didn’t want to chafe.”
“It’s promising.” Nell lifted her gaze from his cock. “But I need to be certain.”
“Woman, you’re killing me.”
Cormac ended the game by shoving his boxers down with the jeans. He ended up with everything pooled around his ankles, but before he could kick anything away, Nell gave him a little shove. Cormac overbalanced and went back onto the sofa.
Nell stood above him, her hair spilling forward, her breasts pushing up from the confines of the tight dress. Cormac held still, folding his hands over his stomach. She had to notice how much he was shaking.
Nell roved his body with her gaze again, lingering on his cock. “That might be satisfactory.”
“But you’re not sure.”
“As my grandma used to say, the proof is in the pudding.”
“Fresh out of pudding, love,” Cormac said.
“Not from where I’m standing.”
Nell slid her fingers down his chest, his abdomen, over his hands in the way, and down to the base of his cock.
Cormac closed his eyes, his own fingers digging into his stomach as Nell closed her hand around his hardness. He clenched even tighter when she squeezed his cock and started to stroke.
“No,” Cormac said, voice strangled.
She paused. “No?”
“I mean, no, don’t do that while you’re standing over me. Come here.” He reached up and took her arms, tugging her down to him. She overbalanced as he had done, and fell full length on top of him.
Didn’t hurt a bit. Cormac found himself with his arms full of lush, full-bodied woman, his hands finding every curve.
She squirmed at first, but that only added to his joy. Cormac kissed her lips, and Nell stopped to slide into the kiss.
Let me stay here forever with you. Not alone anymore. You and me, we were meant to be.
Cormac wanted to say the words out loud, but not yet. He wouldn’t rush her.
The dress proved to be supple for its clinginess. The top eased downward without much effort on Cormac’s part. Sweet rounds of Nell’s breasts came into view, no bra in sight.
“So you are commando,” Cormac said, his hands full of warm weight.
“Only on top. The dress looked lumpy with a bra.”
“Good thing for me.” He drew his thumbs over her nipples, which hardened nicely under his touch. He wanted to lower his head to them, to suckle, but later. He slid his hands up under the skirt and found the elastic of panties.
Nell didn’t fight him pulling them off. The skirt shimmied upward as he did, and then Nell stilled. His cock lay between her legs, he feeling the tickle of her wiry hair and the liquid heat there. But he made no move to slide inside.
Nell’s throat worked. The look in her eyes was one of almost panic. Cormac watched her fight to master it, and then she slid one hand between them and found his cock, forming her fingers around it.
Cormac couldn’t stop his noise of pleasure. Nell fixed him with her gaze, eyes daring him to do anything but lie there and let her pleasure him.
Hey, if that’s what she wanted . . .
Cormac wrapped his arms around Nell and drew her down for another long kiss. He tasted her mouth, played over her lips, held her while she stroked him, her hand bringing him to life.
His vision began to cloud. All he saw was Nell’s beautiful face, her lovely brown eyes, her full lips, red with his kisses. Cormac pulled her closer still, wanting to drown in her softness. He kissed her throat, her clavicle, then down between her breasts.
He kissed her breasts, one at a time, pausing to lick, then nibble. Nell went on playing, pulling, stroking, every touch bringing Cormac closer to ecstasy. He heard the noises coming from his throat, but he could only revel in the taste of her, the warmth of her on his body, her hand on his cock, palm cupping his balls.
A groan filled the room. Cormac thrust against Nell’s hand, catching part of her heat under the skirt. His arms were full of gorgeous woman, his mouth full of her too.
“Holy shit.” The hoarse words were his. He was coming, holding her, thrusting, smiling, kissing. The panicked light had gone from Nell’s eyes, and now she smiled back, a woman knowing her power.
Cormac dragged her down to him, kissing her lips, biting her mouth, his cries of joy turning to growls. He crushed her lush body to his, never wanting to let her go.
“I thought you said no sex,” he rumbled as his wild ride eased down to a relaxed, wonderful glow.
“And there wasn’t.”
No, Nell had grabbed him and unmanned him before he could throw her to the ground and force himself onto her. Not that he’d intended to do that. He knew he had to go slowly with her, to bring her to tenderness over time.
He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “But you didn’t get any pleasure, darlin’.”
“Yes, I did. That was fun.” Nell’s big smile and shining eyes told him so.
“Don’t play with fire, sugar.” Cormac slid himself off the couch out from under her, leaving her half sitting up and staring at him, startled.
He showed her then how strong he was. In a few seconds, Cormac had Nell flat on her back on the sofa, her skirt pooled on her belly, his hands parting her legs, thumbs stroking the petals of her opening.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sucking in a breath.
“I thought that was obvious.” Cormac grinned at her before he bent down to kiss her damp hair. “I’m giving back.”
Nell gasped again as Cormac gently blew on the curls at her opening, then licked her. Sweet, amazing taste of woman poured into his mouth. Cormac’s heart pounded for joy as he fastened his mouth over her and proceeded to drink.
It didn’t last long. Nell’s frenzy began soon, she bucking against his mouth while Cormac savored all he could of her. Then he was back on the sofa, in her arms, both of them kissing and touching, stroking, licking, growling, laughing.
No sex. Not at all. But oh, such intense and astonishing pleasure. Cormac was in love.
A cell phone pealed loudly in the darkness. Nell jumped awake, finding herself lying across a hard male body, his arms around her. His cock, not ramrod-stiff any longer, lay heavily against her bare thigh.
Clarity hit her, and Nell tried to roll to her feet. Jeans tangled her—Cormac’s—then her bare feet hit the carpet and her skirt slithered back down her legs.
Her cell phone kept ringing from the tiny purse Cassidy had lent her. Nell usually relied on pockets, but this slinky dress had none. She was breathless by the time she wrestled the purse open and snatched out the phone.
Shifters weren’t allowed to have voice mail, so they either answered the phone or missed the call. But almost all phones had caller ID these days, so she could see that it was Brody’s number.
“What?” she bellowed into the phone.
“Mom, seriously, I don’t want to bother you, but I think there’s a problem.”
“Problem? What problem?” Shiftertown burning down? Eric dead in a dominance battle? Rogue Shifters trying to take over?
“I can’t find Shane,” Brody said.
Nell flashed back to when she’d been a scared thirtysomething, barely into adulthood for a Shifter, with small cubs who kept getting lost. Mama, I can’t find Shane had been a common refrain. Those little bears had gotten themselves into so much trouble.
She let out a long breath, holding on to her patience. “We’re talking about Shane. He probably ran off with something female. Where are you?”