Their gazes were still locked as she eased her hand upward, gripping his shaft with just enough pressure that it deepened his irises until they looked almost black. Serena felt a surge of feminine power that was exhilarating. Her stomach fluttered as she gauged Garrett's response to her touch. His eyelids seemed to grow heavy as she slowly stroked him, moving her hand up and down the hard length of him. His jaw clenched and a low groan fell from his lips.
It was all the encouragement she needed. Serena didn't let her uncertainty of how to please him invade her mind. Instead, she carefully watched the way he reacted to each caress. He seemed to expand in her hand, though that seemed impossible. He was already huge to begin with.
Suddenly, the need to taste him hit her hard. Serena gave into the innate desire. She moved down the bed, forcing him to roll onto his back. As she hovered above him, Serena took a moment to admire his powerful physique. He was built so beautifully it stole her breath. Hard muscles and bronzed skin stretched out before her in a display of male sexuality and perfection that couldn't be matched. Her fingers itched to touch every inch of him. Her mouth practically watered at the thought of how his skin would taste.
"I didn't think it was possible to be devoured by eyes,” he said, a hint of amusement in his deep voice. “But I feel sufficiently feasted upon."
A hot flush tinged her cheeks and forehead, but Serena's gaze did not waver. “Consider it a compliment."
His grin was devilish. “I consider it an open invitation."
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High Voltage: Chapter 5
The desire to touch her was too overwhelming to ignore. Garrett's hand circled her toned upper arms and he drew her close to him, forcing her to relinquish her hold on his throbbing cock. As he dragged her toward him, she straddled his midsection, which was exactly what Garrett wanted.
She gave him a quizzical look, to which he cocked an eyebrow and said, “If I let you continue what you were doing, this encounter wouldn't last long."
Pink stained her cheeks, but she didn't look away. “Oh,” she said on a soft whisper.
"Let me give you a little preview of things to come."
She shuddered above him. Garrett couldn't
help but grin at her again, knowing it was a wicked one. He knew she was a virgin. He could sense it. As could the pack that had hunted her tonight, unbeknownst to her. But they no longer mattered to Garrett. He had succeeded at keeping her out of the heart of the storm by leaping in front of her truck and bringing it to a halt before she'd been caught in the middle of the electrical storm that would have left her utterly defenseless against the man who'd wanted to claim her for his own.
Garrett had set his sights on Serena from the onset, though, and he'd had no intention of losing her to Braedan. Although he'd not made contact with her until tonight, Garrett had known in his heart that she was the one for him. Serena didn't know that he'd watched over her all this time, keeping the others who wanted her at bay. He'd opted to bide his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach her. The opportune moment had presented itself this evening—and not a moment too soon. In fact, considering the evening's events, Garrett was convinced now more than ever that they were destined for each other.
What her logical mind didn't quite grasp yet would eventually be revealed to her. Garrett was a shapeshifter. Capable of taking on the form of a wolf at his own will. He'd considered shifting a curse when he'd first discovered the ability. But it had its advantages now, and he acknowledged that the wolf was as much a part of him as was the powerful man he'd become.
Now, everything was falling perfectly into place for him. Here was the woman he'd waited years for—the woman he'd known would eventually become his mate.
For life.
Garrett let out a low groan at the vision hovering above him. Her long hair was still damp at the ends and the natural curl made her long locks tousled and sexy. Her deep blue eyes were wide and alert, unabashedly taking in every exposed inch of him. Her sensual gaze heated his insides and made his groin tighten. His cock reminded him of how close he was to experiencing the most intense pleasure known to man.
His hands moved from her arms to her breasts. Her hands were planted on either side of him, holding herself up, though her body was just mere centimeters from his. He had just enough room to slide his palms down the front of her. Cupping the large, firm orbs in his hands, he gave them a gentle squeeze, then swept his thumbs over her tight nipples. He toyed with the rosy buds until he sensed her heightened arousal.
She shifted above him, settling more comfortably against his body. Her damp, satin panties rubbed against his erection, driving Garrett half out of his mind.
He could tell she felt a small measure of uncertainty about what they were doing—what she was doing to him. Yet she didn't let her inexperience get the best of her. Rather, she seemed to let her natural, primal instincts take over and guide her. She gave into the intimacy of the moment, and sought her own pleasure while obviously trying to bring him some.
"Do whatever you want,” he whispered. “Whatever comes naturally."
She stilled. “I should warn you—"
"I already know."
Her heated look turned curious. “That I'm a virgin?"
He nodded.
Serena took a moment, obviously needing to digest this information. Then she said, “I don't want to disappoint you."
"You won't. You can't,” he assured her. “Just being here with you, touching you like this, is more extraordinary than anything I've ever known."
The passionate look returned to her dark gaze. “I feel the same way.” Relief tinged her voice. “It's very strange. I want to touch you and be touched by you. This insistent, overwhelming urge grips me from out of nowhere, and then I look at you and suddenly it calms ... like my insides are just simmering. Like somehow I know, deep in my bones, that we have all the time in the world to get to know each other's bodies. How to touch, how to taste, how to please.” She stared intently at him. “Do we?"