~Annalyn POV~
I did... over and over, each time softer, as his mouth returned to mine and his hand explored the curve of my waist, the swell of my hip, the sensitive place just above my thigh.
My mind blurred and the ancient alpha's voice faded. There was only Lucas... his scent, his heat, the way he seemed to know the rhythm my body needed and he shifted, pressing his body fully against mine, and I felt the solid proof of his desire, my breath hitched and my nails scraped down his back, and he groaned into my mouth.
"More," I whispered.
He obliged, dragging my top over my head in one swift motion, the cool night air kissed my bare skin for a second before his hands and mouth replaced it, leaving trails of fire across my collarbone, my breasts, the center of me.
