The Snow Leopard's Pack (Glacier Leopards 5)

“Here.” Her nipple, and she gasped. “Here,” and he kissed down her stomach, leaving sparks of sensation behind. Lillian tensed.

“Here.” The hollow of her hip. Then the inside of her thigh, and Lillian spread her legs almost involuntarily, wanting—wanting—

His fingers touched her first. Those calloused fingertips softly sliding over her clit, sending lightning bolts of sensation through her entire body. Lillian cried out.

“Sorry,” she said, when she caught her breath. “I was just—surprised.”

Surprised wasn’t the right word, but she didn’t know if she could say overwhelmed with pleasure out loud.

Call stroked her again. “Don’t apologize.” Lillian let out a breathy moan. “I want to hear every noise you make. I get the feeling you don’t—” He stopped himself before saying whatever was going to finish that sentence. “I don’t want you to think you’ve got to hold back. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about feeling good. I want you to feel good. I want you to make noise, and move, and I want to make you come.”

“Oh.” Cal had punctuated that last word with another stroke down her clit. “I think—I think you’re going to get your wish,” she managed.

He grinned, and it was surprisingly boyish. Wicked, almost. Lillian liked it. “Let’s see.” And he bent his head.

Someone who by his own admission was perpetually single had no right to be as good at this as he was, Lillian thought hazily. Cal started out just lightly, his tongue soft against her clit, chasing each twitch of sensation. Every time she made a noise, or jerked against him, he spent a bit more time doing just that, and he seemed to remember every reaction, because he’d come back and do it again.

He sucked lightly just at the top of her clit, licked down to just above her entrance and spent some time there with his tongue and his fingers both, then worked back up in long, wide licks that had her quivering against his mouth.

Lillian sighed under the attention. He sucked again, and the sigh turned into a long moan, which grew louder as he started focusing his licks down near the base of her clit. And then she felt it: the touch of one of those big, calloused fingers against her wet entrance, circling slowly around it.

It was too much. As Cal pressed his tongue in, then opened his mouth and sucked right where the pleasure was coalescing into ecstasy, Lillian heard herself cry out. She came hard, her entrance fluttering against Cal’s finger as her internal muscles clenched around nothing, her clit twitching against his mouth.

When she caught her breath, Cal had pulled back and was watching her face with the same expression she’d seen downstairs against the fridge. “That,” he said quietly, “is a sight.”

Lillian thought she should be blushing at how uninhibited she’d been, but all she felt was a foreign kind of sexiness. The awareness that that look on Cal’s face was for her. And—her eyes flickered downward—so was the bulge in his jeans.

“I could do with more of a sight myself,” she said, letting her eyes travel up and down his body.

He laughed, looking surprised. Lillian found herself hungry for more than just his body—she wanted to hear that laugh again and again. It seemed to nourish something inside her, warm her and fill her with happiness to hear.

Cal was unbuttoning his shirt. Lillian immediately forgot about anything but the sight of his muscled chest emerging from the fabric, one delicious inch of skin at a time. She couldn’t believe this was hers.

At least for today.

The shirt came off, revealing his whole torso. Golden-tan, lightly furred with salt-and-pepper hair, and all made up of real, hard muscle. Not the kind a guy got from going to the gym. The kind a man got from working outside.

Cal’s hands went to his pants, and he quirked an eyebrow at her, like, do you want this too? Lillian again noticed how playful it seemed. God, he was charming as hell, even though she was sure he wasn’t meaning to be.

Lew had always tried hard to be charming. It had felt like he was making an effort for her, right up until it started to feel like he was lying all the time.

“Yes, please,” Lillian said to the unspoken question, keeping her voice steady with an effort.

Cal’s hands slowly undid the button of his pants, then the zipper...and then he pushed them down along with his underwear in one smooth motion, and stepped out of them to stand naked in front of the bed.

“Wow,” Lillian’s mouth said, without any input from her brain whatsoever.

Unbelievably, he seemed a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. “Just what nature gave me,” he said.

“Nature was in a giving mood that day, then,” Lillian said fervently. Not only in his height and muscles, but also in his—ahem—endowment. He was big everywhere. And hard, hard enough that she was amazed he was holding back as well as he had been.

Lew had always seemed a slave to his hard-on, no control over himself at all. It was eye-opening to notice that the shifter, supposedly a man of wild and vicious instincts, was waiting for her to look her fill without any trouble.

Well, she didn’t want either of them to wait any longer. “Will you—will you come here?”

That chased away any hesitation in his eyes; she could only see eagerness as he came forward, crawling up the bed to hover over her. Lillian reached up, put her arms around his neck, and pulled him down.

A flash of heat jolted through her body at the sudden feeling of him, warm and muscular, pressed all along her bare skin. He’d settled perfectly and naturally between her legs, and she could feel his erection against her thigh, hot and with a hint of wetness.