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The Sea Wolf's Mate (Hideaway Cove 2)

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“Yes,” she whispered.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Sensation flooded out from Jacqueline’s clit to fill her whole body and then poured back, intensifying, until each kiss, each lap of his tongue, sent fire through her veins. Pleasure pooled inside her.

“W-wait,” she gasped, and Arlo lifted his head. “I want you now. I want to come with you inside me.”

He moved up on top of her, his body sliding against hers, his cock bumping against her thigh. His eyes were dark with desire.

“How do you want me to—” he began, and Jacqueline gently pushed him on his side, so they were lying together. She draped one leg over his hip and slowly guided him to her entrance.

“Like this,” she whispered.

He pushed into her and she let out a shaking gasp. Arlo was gentle, careful, as though he was worried he might break her, and the expression on his face was unguarded wonder.

She rolled her hips, drawing him deeper and he moaned. Every movement, every sound, made her want him more.

He slid one hand down to her ass and used his grip to anchor her as he thrust in, making her gasp and moan as pleasure swamped her conscious thoughts. He went deeper and deeper, hitting her g-spot with each thrust.

“Oh God,” Arlo gasped, and she couldn’t stop her body from responding.

Her whole body clenched, ecstasy shuddering through her again and again. Arlo moaned and rolled on top of her. When he thrust again he went even deeper, filling her until she felt like she would explode. Her orgasm was still rolling through her. She cried out as he thrust into her again. Slowly. In control.

Her eyes fluttered open. Arlo gazed down at her, his expression enough to make her wrap her legs more tightly around him and pull him into her again. He groaned, meeting her intensity with her own need, and held her close against himself as he came.

He didn’t let her go afterwards, and Jacqueline didn’t want him to. She kept her arms around him, feeling the thud of his heartbeat, the ragged pants as he caught his breath. As they both did, their bodies still completely entwined.

“Are you all right?” Arlo asked.

Jacqueline was still panting. She laughed, breathless. “Am I—? Oh, God, Arlo. That was incredible.” She pressed her cheek against him. “Am I all right. Really.”

He rolled off her, still holding her so they ended up tangled together side by side. “I wanted to be sure. I don’t trust myself to pick things up, all the time.”

His eyes were dancing. He was teasing her. Jacqueline tsk’ed.

“Well you don’t need to worry about that.” She snuggled close against him. “That was everything I’ve been wanting for a long, long time.”

He was stroking her back; at her words, he paused. “It’s all I’ve wanted,” he murmured.

The first thing Jacqueline noticed as she woke up was warmth. Specifically, the solid, reassuring warmth of Arlo’s body against her. It was so exactly what she wanted that for a moment she was sure she was in a dream.

She opened her eyes.

Not a dream, she thought, and it was the happiest thought she’d had in a long time.

Arlo was stretched out on his back and she was tucked against him, her head on his shoulder and one arm curled up on his chest. Her fingers twitched before the conscious thought that she wanted to stroke his golden skin even reached her brain, and she forced them to be still. Arlo was still asleep and she wanted to savor this moment as long as possible, before…

Before he wakes up and this perfect moment falls to pieces.

She swallowed a sigh. When she’d imagined her first post-divorce hookup, it sure as hell hadn’t been with a ruggedly handsome sailor who could turn into a wolf. She’d envisaged nights on the town, ridiculous cocktails and short glitzy dresses, not a long evening sinking into his eyes over the best meal she’d ever eaten and a slow, sensuous seduction while the sea rocked under them.

Jacqueline shivered as she remembered the way he’d touched her. Tenderly, reverently, as though he was afraid she’d dissolve into mist.

A lump formed in her throat. No, it wasn’t what she’d imagined at all. And now…

Arlo’s breathing changed. His eyelids fluttered and Jacqueline blinked, driving back the sudden darkness at the edge of her mind.

“Good morning,” she whispered.



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