He had been waiting so long. He dreamed of her nightly, needed her in his bed, in his house, in his pack. She had no idea just how much restraint he had been using to keep from attacking her anytime he caught her scent. She made a little muffled sound of surprise, but after a second, she started to respond. He didn’t hesitate, dragging his tongue over the seam of her lips then invading her mouth. Everything in him wanted, needed her here. He turned her more toward him so that he could feel her breasts against him. He wanted to feel her flesh against his, know the way her breasts felt as they rubbed against his chest. Without hesitation, he pulled back, and his hands went to the bottom of her sweater. She said nothing as he pulled the heavy fabric over her head. He growled in irritation when he saw the long underwear top. It made sense since it was the middle of winter. The beast in him, though, wanted to see her skin. He apparently waited too long to pull the shirt off. “Noah,” she said, her hands settling on top of his.
