Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

“You haven’t touched me yet.”

“I’m afraid if I touch you, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Sitting back, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. A pumping growl broke out, her skin flushing with heat in response. Dropping the dress beside them, she sat bared. Exposed. Wanting.

“So don’t stop,” she told him softly.

King’s expression was fierce but his touch was gentle as he rested one hand on her rib cage, his large palm spanning the distance between her waist and the underside of her breast. His touch was scorching and for a moment he did nothing more than stare at his fingers on her. When he blinked, his wolf’s yellow eyes were front and center. Sliding his other hand around her nape, he pulled her mouth to his, his tongue demanding entry. She opened for him willingly, the penetrations mimicking what she wanted him to do to her core.

Her whole body flushed with heat as he licked down her throat, across her shoulders and to her breasts. Her nipples became taut buds under his touch. He didn’t stop there though. Further still, her gripped her hips, his thumbs rasping over the fine satin of her panties.

On shaking legs, she stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs. King was rapt, his eyes travelling from her breasts

to the juncture between her thighs, then back to her face. She had never seen him look at her that way before. Stepping free of her underwear, she attempted to settle back on his waist but he urged her forward, closer to his mouth, instead.

She gasped when his tongue feathered against her sex, the tentative touch followed by a much stronger swipe from her core to her clit. Her legs began to shake and her upper body fell forward onto the bed. She couldn’t stop the whimper when he sucked that tight knot of nerves into his mouth. She came apart almost immediately and King only prolonged her pleasure by keeping the pace, licking and sucking and biting until she was breathing hard and boneless.

The sound of a zipper being drawn down and the rustle of clothes punctured her post-orgasm bliss. King tugged at her hips, urging her to straddle his waist again. His erection lay against his belly, the impressive length reaching up to touch his navel. She swallowed.

“I love that look in your eyes,” he rasped. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, King. All of you.” Reaching between them, she stood up his cock and eased onto it. They both cursed softly and he pulled her in for a kiss. Remaining motionless for a moment, she absorbed everything about him from the heat of his skin to the way he filled her so completely. It was stupid, but she almost felt like weeping it was so perfect.

“I feel it too,” he told her. “You were made for me.”

She nodded, placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, then began to move slowly. She took her time, cataloguing every sensation, committing each of his sharp exhales and slow inhales to memory. King caressed her back reverently, stroking the length of her spine with his strong fingers. When they settled on her hips, they tightened, urging her to move a little faster.

“You feel so good, Livvy.”

With a smile, she obliged him, picking up the pace and moaning when he hit her deep inside. He swallowed the noise with a kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she rode his cock. Whether it was the combination of sensations or the fact that it was King, the orgasm that rolled through her caught her unaware, making her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth opening in a soundless scream.

He drew out the sensation, plunging into her over and over again. It wasn’t long before his strokes faltered, and with one long groan, he was filling her, his hips still pumping, his kisses slowly becoming sweeter, more chaste.

Falling against him, she kissed the side of his neck, nuzzling in and inhaling the scent of his skin. King had always been her best friend, but now he was her lover.

And it was perfect.

5

King blinked against the bright sunlight flooding into his room, his arm tightening around Olivia as she slept draped over his chest, one of her legs thrown over his thigh. He smiled at the memories that had led up to the sleeping. He couldn’t believe they’d finally taken that next step, solidifying their relationship. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he let out a contented sigh. Although he was desperate to make their mating official, he had to respect her need to wait. He knew she’d want him to go and speak to her father properly, to gain his approval.

“You’re awake,” Olivia said sleepily before sitting up suddenly, her unbound blonde hair falling over her shoulder. “Oh my god, did we just blow off your whole going-away party to have sex?”

With a laugh, he dragged her back down onto his chest. She felt so right being there, her warm naked flesh pressing against his, her nipples brushing against his pecs. Yup, she was right where she needed to be.

He dragged his fingers up and down her bare arm. “It was worth it,” he told her with a grin. “I don’t regret a thing.”

“Neither do I.” She pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “What time are you leaving again?”

“As soon as I finish packing the last few things.” She nodded, the scent of her tears like a lance through his heart. “It’s okay, Livvy,” he soothed. “I’ll call you as soon as I arrive. Once I figure out where I’ll be staying, you can come and check things out to see if you’ll be happy there.”

“Sounds perfect,” she whispered, wiping the tears away. She laughed in a self-deprecating way. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It won’t be long until we’re together again. Just a few weeks, right?”

“Just a few weeks, baby. I mean, I waited this long for you. What’s a couple more

weeks?”

She kissed his chest again, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. He sucked in a hiss when she rimmed his nipple, her tongue swirling around his quickly hardening flesh. His cock jumped to attention, the bastard no longer content to lie semi-hard against his belly. With a giggle, Olivia finger-walked down his abs and wrapped her hand around his cock. His breath left him on a sharp exhale as she gripped him, running her hand up and down his shaft.