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Gia’s green eyes sparkled, watching him approach her. She waited to move, listening to the rhythm of his heart, pounding like a drum, giving her ideas of her own. When he was close enough she reached for him with her free hand, letting her hand slide across his muscular chest and grinning softly when he tossed the phone and card away. She had no need to speak, knowing too well what was in his mind as her own heart quickened, matching his beat. Slowly, she edged her unburdened hand up, glancing against his frame to flatten against the back of his neck and entwine with his hair. Her eyes remained fixed on his as well, anticipation exciting every part of her. Gasping when he pulled her close, Gia leaned into the kiss, her mouth hungry for his. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her while pressing against him. His body felt right against hers, like interlocking pieces of a puzzle. Without breaking the kiss, she unwound her left hand, pulling it down to find the buttons of his shirt, in looping them. Her right hand still clung to him, gripping his neck, running through his hair, touching him with a ferocity so great it was as if life depended on it.
Wild Ones | Gia & Everett
He’d been on his way out of the room, he really had been. He’d been ready to answer the call of those steaks in the fridge and grill them up to perfection. But then, when she’d called him a tease, he halted. And when she’d spoken further, he turned back to face her. There was a hint of a smile on his face. And then slowly, ever so slowly, he stalked back towards her, a gait that was typical of a wolf who was deciding what to do with whatever they’d set their sights on.
He knew exactly what he was going to do. And the closer he got, the more his heart rate rose. He knew she’d be able to hear it. He knew she would instantly understand his intentions; because she understood a baser part of him that no other he’d ever been with would understand. With Gia, he could completely and totally be himself.
As he reached her, he reached up and combed his fingers through her hair. His other hand reached up and yanked her phone and his card away from her, tossing them into a nearby chair. His eyes never broke from hers. And as his hand that was in her hair reached the back of her neck, his fingers closed into a fist, holding her hair in his clutch. A low, possessive growl sounded in his throat. Not unlike the one that he’d given the first time they’d ever slept together.
His hand that had tossed her phone and his card away now reached around and flattened against the small of her back. He abruptly pulled her body into his, but it took a few seconds before he gave in and pressed his lips down to hers. Sure, he could be a tease. But right now - after a long and stressful day - he wanted to be with her. Being a tease simply wasn’t enough. He wanted to ravage her, and know that no matter how much they got of each other, they’d always want more.
