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  Kelsey twisted against the sensations, but he threw one leg over both of hers, effectively trapping her in place. Moving his mouth to the other nipple, he gave it the same treatment until she wanted to beg to feel his lips on her bare skin. When he finally flicked open the front clasp of the bra with a deft twist of his fingers and tugged it from her body, she arched to raise her breasts to his touch.

  The feel of his tongue on her bare skin was an unbelievable pleasure. The wetness of his mouth was cooling on her heated skin. He flicked the tip from one hardened bud to the other, teasing each one until Kelsey didn’t think they could get any harder. The throbbing in her pussy ratcheted up like an insistent drumbeat. She moaned, a light sound that escaped from her throat and floated in the air as his teeth nipped first one nipple, then the other.

  “Take off your clothes,” she whispered. “I want to feel your skin against me.”

  Mack lifted his body just enough to yank his sweater over his head and toss it to the side. Then the fine hair of his chest was rasping the sensitive skin of her breasts while his tongue traced circles at the hollow of her throat. He shifted his chest back and forth in a slight movement, but it was enough to swamp her with a flood of new sensations.

  Beneath the mat of hair was a hard, unyielding wall of muscle. Kelsey felt the same hardness as her fingers dug into his back. She wondered if the rest of his body would be as well-toned and knew somehow it would.

  Mack let his tongue travel down between the valley of her breasts, then shifted position to get access to her ribcage and navel. He licked a path from side to side on her naked flesh, drawing a line of liquid heat. She shivered at the sensual onslaught, her body arching against Mack’s burning mouth.

  When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he tugged the snap open with his teeth, then dragged the zipper down, exposing the sheer silk of her panties. He went to work with his tongue again, licking the material until its wetness stuck to her like a second skin. Kelsey tried to wriggle her hips, wanting more, needing more, but Mack’s big hands held her firmly in place. He nipped and teased at her flesh through the delicate fabric, teeth gently dragging at the soft curls beneath.

  When it seemed she could stand it no more, he shifted enough to drag her jeans and panties down her legs and shove them away. Then he rose to rid himself of his own jeans. When the firelight caught the full impact of his naked body, Kelsey drew in her breath in a sharp gasp. Broad shoulders and a powerful chest sloped into a washboard hard abdomen and down to powerful, muscular thighs.

  But what really captured her attention was the enormous erection that jutted out from curls as tight and dark as those on his chest. She was sure she’d never be able to get her fingers around its thickness, and as for taking it in her mouth, that would require a lot of manoeuvring on her part. A thick vein twisted around it, pulsing as it fed life into the wide shaft, and a drop of pearlescent fluid sat at the slit in the dark purple head. Below the heavy sac of his balls rested against his thighs. Kelsey’s throat was suddenly dry, her heart racing as she thought of that enormous cock penetrating her, stretching her beyond belief.

  Mack’s eyes raked over her nakedness as if memorising every inch of her, before spreading her legs and kneeling between them. Again his mouth feasted at her nipples, scraping them with his teeth then soothing them with his tongue. She wound her fingers into the inky pelt of his hair and tried to pull him closer.

  He followed the same trail along her flesh past her navel to the now fully exposed pubic curls covering her cunt. When his tongue dipped into the opening and rasped against her clit, the walls of her pussy fluttered and the liquid of her heat moistened her channel even more.

  Fuck me, she wanted to shout, but she couldn’t make her mouth form any words. The things his lips were doing to her drove any semblance of thought from her brain. Her blood raced, like molten heat, every pulse in her body throbbed as he teased her clit over and over, now nibbling, now flicking the tip of his tongue. She spread her legs as wide as she could in open invitation, but he was determined to take his time, to move slowly in a tormenting dance of sensual pleasure.

  “God, you taste like the sweetest dessert. When you walked into my place tonight, I just knew I had to have a taste of you.”

  “More,” she begged.

  “Oh, believe me, sugar. We’ve just started.”

  She jerked at the electric shock that shot through her when his tongue finally found its way into her well-lubricated slit, tracing a line from end to end. He shifted slightly, his shoulders pressing the inside of her thighs outward as his fingers peeled back her labia. At last—at last!—his tongue rimmed the opening to her cunt then finally slipped inside.

  The sensation was like that of a cold flame, burning her and soothing her at the same time. His tongue thrust in and out of her slick pussy, his warm breath like a soft breeze on her heated skin. She wanted to scream at him to hurry, to move faster, the coil of need winding tighter and tighter low in her abdomen. But Mack was apparently determined to set things at his own pace. His strong hands held her in place as he fed on her in steady, lapping strokes, holding her open, swiping with a broad stroke at her clit so irregularly she couldn’t anticipate it and ready herself for it.

  She heard herself moaning again, a low wail that rose up from deep inside her.

  Please, please, please.

  His hands shifted, pressing against the backs of her thighs and pushing her knees against her breasts. Shards of lightning stabbed through her body as his tongue licked the tender tissue between her cunt and her anus, then rimmed the tight ring of muscle.

  “Oh, god,” she wailed.

  “Like that, do you?” His deep voice rumbled through her. “Maybe you’ll like this even more.”

  Scooping her fluids from her pussy, he painted the ring of her anus then pressed a finger against her opening. As he eased the finger inside her hot, dark tunnel, her muscles automatically clamped down on him and she pushed against it. A thought flashed through her sex-fogged brain that, if Mack were a shifter, he would already be fucking her ass, driving into her like an unstoppable force.

  Please, she whispered in her head again.

  Then his mouth was back at her cunt, drinking from her, ravishing her.

  “No, no, no,” she wailed when he suddenly stopped. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  Even his chuckle was hot and sensuous. “Don’t worry. We’re far from done here.” He lapped another slow stroke. “The minute I saw you tonight it was like the gods had sent me a present. Did you feel it, too, Kelsey? The electricity? The heat? We were made for each other. Something brought us together. Tell me you feel it, too.”

  “I do,” she whispered, fighting to catch her breath. “Oh, god, I felt it, too.”

  “I’m going to make tonight very special for you.”

  He moved up her body, lowering her legs, shifting himself until his enormous cock was inches from her lips.

  “Open your mouth, Kelsey. Take me inside.”

  Fighting the need to feel him inside her, she opened her mouth and stretched her lips to accommodate his size as he rubbed his shaft back and forth across them.

  ‘That’s it,” he urged. “Open wider. Lick me with your tongue.”

  He was a tight fit, but slowly, she worked her mouth around him and drew him inside. As her muscles relaxed around him, she managed the lap at him with her tongue, tracing the pulsing vein that ran the length of the heated rod. The head was like velvet, pressing against the roof of her mouth, the cum seeping from it rolling down to the back of her throat.

  Mack held her breasts in his hands, his thumbs rasping the nipples as he rocked back and forth, fucking her mouth with the same long, slow strokes his tongue has used on her cunt.

  Kelsey managed to work one hand under him and cup his balls, squeezing them and rolling them with her fingers. One finger traced a path back towards his anus, and he pulled away from her so quickly she nearly bit down on his cock.

  “That
’s it.” He was panting heavily. “No more play time. Now we get serious.”

  He flipped her over to her stomach, then drew her up on her knees. She heard the snap of latex as he sheathed himself. In a moment, the head of his shaft prodded at her vaginal opening then, with a roll of his hips, he was seated inside her. At once, her pussy muscles began to spasm, milking him, the orgasm building inside her even before he began to move.

  She pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper, even as her body stretched to accommodate him. She felt it coming, the tension about to snap.

  And then he pulled out, leaving her poised on the edge of a precipice, unable to make that final leap. His fingers probed her vagina for the liquid flooding from her and used it to lubricate her ass.

  Yesss!

  That was how she wanted it. Hard and deep. In her tightest channel. Filling that tight space.

  “Deep breath, Kelsey. Now.”

  She drew in a long breath as his hands drew apart the cheeks of her ass and the tip of his penis pressed against her. He pushed steadily, the thick length of him filling her slowly, slowly, slowly. And then he was in, his heavy balls slapping against the backs of her thighs.

  “Play with yourself, Kelsey,” he ordered. “Rub that little clit of yours until you can’t stand it. Do it.”

  She had no strength to defy him, her need was so great. Obediently, she reached between her legs and squeezed her clit between thumb and forefinger. And then it began. Mack grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him as his shaft plundered her, harder, deeper, his thick length scraping ever sensitive nerve in her rectum.

  The only sound in the room was the slapping of flesh against flesh, the sounds of laboured breathing and little moans that mingled in the air so one could not be distinguished from the other.

  Faster, faster, faster, he pumped, with a more rapid rhythm. Every muscle in Kelsey’s body quivered as she edged towards the elusive precipice, wanting it, needing it. She rubbed her clit vigorously, teeth clamped onto her lower lip. She moved her hips in rhythm with his, her thumb in cadence with her hips.

  Mack’s hands tightened their grip on her hips as he pulled her more tightly against him and drove into her harder and harder.

  “Jesus, Kelsey,” he gritted. “Now. Pinch you clit now. Hard.”

  She did as he asked. He thrust one more time and the world exploded around them. Her entire body shuddered and shook as spasm after spasm rocked her. Mack’s hard, thick cock throbbed inside her, spurting wave after wave of cum into the thin latex barrier.

  Mack leaned forward as the last of the convulsions shook him, his teeth nipping the flesh of her neck, and she flew into space, losing every bit of herself.

  Kelsey was sure she had passed out. She had absolutely no idea how much time had passed before she became aware of Mack lifting himself from her. At some point, he arranged the thick cushions on the floor in front of the fireplace then picked her up from the couch and arranged her on them. She lay wrapped in a wave of lassitude as he bathed her front and back with a warm cloth then lay down beside her, pulling the throw from the couch over them both and drawing her body against his.

  “Sweet,” he murmured. “So sweet. This was meant to be, Kelsey. Sleep now, and have pleasant dreams.”

  She fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her and the firelight dancing at their feet.

  Chapter Three

  The first thing Kelsey noted when she awoke in the morning was how stiff she was. The second was that Mack was gone, no sign of his presence except the lingering glow in her body. She was lying in her bed, not on thick pillows on the floor as they’d been the previous night. Sometime before he’d left, he must have carried her to her bed.

  Images from the previous night drifted through her mind, warming her. She wasn’t usually given to hot, sweaty sex with strangers five minutes after she’d met them. Promiscuity wasn’t one of her personality traits. But something about Mack Renfield was different.

  Like he’d told her, there was something that linked them. Something very special. Something she’d never felt with anyone else. Could they take this further? What did they even know about each other? Had her first instinct about him been correct? Was he a shifter like her and the others?

  The last thing she’d expected up here in the Maine woods was to find a man who connected with her on every level. The whole thing had blindsided her, coming at her out of nowhere. All she’d wanted was a drink and she’d gotten…something a lot more. She needed to find answers to all her questions. Now. But first she’d call Luke. See if he and Sierra could tell her anything.

  Forcing her aching body to her feet, she grabbed a robe from the chair where she’d thrown it yesterday and shuffled into the other room. The pillows were stacked neatly next to the fireplace, where last night’s embers had died out. Kelsey looked around. If it weren’t for soreness of erotic sex that still clung to her, she might have thought she’d imagined the whole thing. That Mack Renfield had never been there at all.

  In the tiny kitchen area, she set the coffee to brewing, pulled a mug from the cupboard, and picked up her cell phone from the counter where she’d left it. Speed-dialling the agency, she managed a polite hello to the receptionist who answered, then asked for Luke.

  “How’s the solitude and clean air?” he asked when he came on the phone.

  “Exhilarating and boring,” she told him. “A great placed to think but my own company is driving me nuts.”

  Luke chuckled. “Maybe a stray wolf will show up to entertain you.”

  “Speaking of that.” She paced back and forth in the small area. “Have you sensed that there might be others like us up here? In this little town?”

  Luke was silent for a long moment. “Are you telling me you’ve met someone you think is a shifter?”

  “I don’t know. I just got a…sense. A feeling. Nothing I can put my finger on except the colour of his eyes.”

  “Amber? Kelsey, some humans have amber-coloured eyes. Who are you referring to?”

  She paused, sorting out her words, trying not to give out too much information yet get some in return. “I stopped in at The Bar last night. Do you and Sierra ever hang out there?”

  Another long silence. “Okay, we’ve been there a few times. Are you talking about Mack Renfield, the guy who owns the place?”

  “Yeah, I am. Did you ever get, I don’t know, a feeling about him?”

  “As a matter of fact, both Sierra and I did. But we threw out hints which he never picked up. And we couldn’t catch a scent of any kind.”

  “Same here. If he is a shifter, he’s masking it very well.”

  Luke’s sigh carried over the connection. “Do you want us to come up there? I don’t want you poking around in something that might be dangerous.”

  Kelsey forced a laugh. “How dangerous could it be? He’s just a bar owner, right?”

  “Kelsey, listen to me. If he’s a shifter who’s hiding, he won’t want his secret revealed. If he’s not, he could be an enemy. Either way, exposing him could get you in a lot of trouble.”

  “Don’t worry. I promise to be careful. And no, I don’t need babysitters.” The coffee was ready, and she filled the mug with the hot liquid.

  “Just be very, very careful, okay? Meanwhile, I’ll see what we can find out on this end about our mysterious bar owner.”

  “Thanks. Call me when you know anything, and I’ll be very careful.”

  Careful. There was an interesting word. How did you be careful around a man who made your blood sing and your pulse throb?

  Dropping the phone into the pocket of her robe, she carried her mug out onto the deck, sipping at it while she stared into the surrounding forest and thought about the night before. The smart thing to do would be to forget anything had happened and just go about her business. Avoiding The Bar, of course. But she had to know why he’d left without even a note or a message of any kind. If he was the kind of man—or shifter—who simply used women for sexual sat
isfaction, then walked away, she wanted to know now so she could get past it. If not…well, one way or another he owed her an explanation.

  * * * *

  Kelsey hadn’t expected to find many people in The Bar when she pushed the heavy door open. But it was noon and apparently those who didn’t take their lunch at Pine Tree diner ate at The Bar. Every booth and table was full, and the soft hum of conversation filled the air. There were still two empty stools, and she hoisted herself onto one of them.

  Mack was busy carrying orders to customers, so she forced herself not to fidget until he was back behind the bar. When he spotted her, the blink of his eyes was the only signal she’d startled him. He slid a paper napkin in front of her, and she waited for a smile. Anything. But his face was implacable. She might have been anyone sitting there.

  “Beer?” he asked.

  At least, he’d remembered that.

  “Please.”

  He filled a mug and placed it precisely on the napkin, then started to turn away, but Kelsey reached out a hand and clamped her fingers around his wrist.

  “Mack?” If only he’d look at her directly.

  “I’m busy. I have a bar full of people to wait on.”

  “One minute.” She hated the pleading note in her voice. This wasn’t the way she’d planned things at all. “Just one minute, okay?”

  He finally turned to look at her and the chilly look on his face made her heat twist.

  “One minute. What is it?”

  She wet her lips with her tongue. “Maybe I’m mistaken here, but I thought we clicked last night. That we had something going. Something really good. Was I mistaken?”

  His amber eyes stared at her so hard she thought he could see clear through her. “We had one hot night, Kelsey. Don’t make it into something it’s not.”