Kristin Miller: Four Weddings and a Werewolf

“The door,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I left the door.”

Open, he finished in his mind. “Got it.”

He flipped her over, cradling her head so it didn’t whack against the floor. She gasped when his lips crushed hers, and he plunged his tongue deep in her mouth.

“Be right back,” he said, rising to all fours. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he backed away slowly, then donkey-kicked the door shut behind him.

“Smooth, Logan.” She smiled as she watched him approach. “Real smooth.”

Crawling between her legs, Logan glided his hand up her calf, her thigh. “You’re right.” And as he bent low to kiss her leg, he growled. She twitched, stiffened at the sound, but relaxed once his lips touched the warm flesh of her inner thigh. “You’re smooth as silk.” He let his hands lead the way up her body, nudging her dress with his nose as he went. “And I bet you taste as sweet as honey.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair. She planted her heels and thrust her hips forward, just a bit. Just enough. “What are you doing to me?” she mumbled.

“I’m untying you.” Logan brushed his hand over her panties and found them damp with heat. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”

“Yeah, it’s uh”—she shook—“been a while since someone has done this to me, so…”

His gaze slid up her beautiful body. Veronica was flat on her back, her neck raised to watch him crawl over her. Her mouth was parted slightly, her eyes glimmering with desire.

“How long?” he asked, beginning to tremble with his own need.

“Weeks.” Her breath hitched as he swiped his fingers over her panties and swirled them over her sensitive spot. “Could’ve been months.”

“Months?” Logan couldn’t control the shrill in his voice. “What’s wrong with the men in this part of town? Are they blind? Senseless? ” Stupid as fuck? “That’s just not right.”

She quivered from his touch. “I don’t know, but right about now I’m wishing there were more like you around here.”

“It’s a damn shame, but baby, I’m one of a kind.”

Teasingly slow, Logan peeled Veronica’s panties off her legs and tossed them aside. He pushed her dress to her waist, and then slipped his fingers into her folds. He groaned at the feel of her. She was slick. Warmer and softer than he could’ve imagined.

“Oh, God.” She lifted her hips and clawed at his back.

“Oh, yes.”

Logan’s eyes rolled back and his back teeth grinded until his jaw ached. Damn it, he was drawn so tight. Too tight. His muscles were on the verge of cramping, and they hadn’t even started yet.

He hovered over her, watching her face change as pleasure took over. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened as she gasped for air. He had to taste her. Had to roll his tongue against hers. Keeping one of his fingers working her soft flesh, Logan braced himself on his other hand and brought his mouth down over hers. It was more than a kiss. It was an electric shot of lust that hit him hard. As though she felt the same thing, Veronica moaned, robbing him of his breath. She surrendered, her body rolling as her orgasm took hold.

“Holy hell.” She dropped her hands onto her forehead and went still beneath him. “Holy, holy, holy hell.”

“You’re still able to formulate words?” Logan slipped a finger inside her, then another, and began to massage her from the inside out. “No, that’s just not good enough. I want you to feel so good that you speak in tongues.”

Veronica inhaled sharply as Logan lowered his head between her legs. She grasped at his shoulders, urging him on by sliding her hand up his neck and guiding his head where she wanted it. He licked a slow, lazy line through her slit and moaned as the succulent flavors hit his tongue. She quivered. Shook. Her thighs fluttered on either side of his head. He wanted to dive into her and stay there awhile. Savor every last ounce. Lick her until he lost feeling in his lips.

“You’re going to make me…holy—” She drove her hips upward in time with the quick flicks of his tongue. “Logan…you’re going to…”

“Um-hm.” He couldn’t pull away to mutter a single word, so he let the words vibrate into her core.

She clutched at his shoulders, desperate, hungry, and then raked her nails into his skin, starting off an explosion of pleasure unlike anything Logan had ever experienced. It may as well have been his pleasure, and his orgasm. He was rising to his own peak, tightening and flexing, reaching for something just out of reach.

Hell, yes.

He swirled his tongue faster, slower, plunged it inside, feasted on her wetness. Veronica screamed, her voice ringing through the living room as pleasure rippled through her once more.

When he glanced up her shuddering body, Logan hovered on the brink of insanity. He needed more. He wanted to feel her clench around him, to possess her mouth while he pounded against her hips.

“Ima…Ima…shawdagood.” Veronica shook her head and wet her lips. “Yousari…watar.”

Logan felt a devious smile curl his lips. “That’s much better.”

“You.” She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up over the top of her. “Youshouldgivelessons.”

He laughed as he kicked off his shoes. “You want to be my star pupil? We can work something out.”

Oh, he was going to work something out, all right. As soon as he got these damn pants off.

She yanked his mouth over hers and assaulted him with a kiss that made him forget down from up and sideways from hardwood. He was dizzy. Lost. Blown to hell and back. He shuffled out of his pants, kicked them off his ankles, and situated himself between her hips.

Restraint. Show some damn restraint.

“Protection,” Logan said, as a bullet of reason lodged into his brain. That’s what humans did, right? They used protection. Werewolves couldn’t pass or receive diseases, and a female could only get pregnant when she was in heat, so there was nothing for them to worry about. But Veronica didn’t know he was a werewolf. He’d almost forgotten to play the part. “I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

Say yes, say yes .

“Be right back.” Veronica stood, yanked down her dress and ran down the hall. Her heels from the evening were still strapped on her feet, and clacked on the hardwood, echoing through the house. She seemed to stumble when she got halfway down the hall, and braced herself on the wall to kick off her shoes. Logan bit back a smile at the thought that he’d made her more than a little sex-drunk. He undressed quickly and tossed his clothes on the couch against the wall.

“Got it,” she said as she returned. Her expression fell when she saw that he was nude. “Oh my…you’re…” Her gaze devoured his chest, his abs, and fell to his cock. Her breath whooshed out on a shaky sigh. “…massive.”

“Thanks?” he said. The desire to hide himself never entered his mind. He stood in the center of the room, hands hanging at his sides, waiting for her to approach. “Is that what I’m supposed to say?”

Shaking her head, as if in disbelief, Veronica crossed the distance between them and put the foil wrapper in his hand. “Tell me again why some woman hasn’t scooped you up?”

“I’m not the marrying kind.”

“It’s a pity.”

As he put on the condom, Veronica’s hands skimmed the flexing contours of his body. Her fingers lightly trailed over each of the muscles in his abs, then glided to his pecs. His skin flared beneath her hands. Her touch was charged with something hot and intense, stirring a primal hunger inside him that tightened the skin over his bones.

“You’re overdressed for this occasion, Miss Vale.” Logan grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted, peeling it from her body. He tossed it and stared at the beauty standing before him: a black lace bra cupped two full breasts. A flat stomach with a cute little pooch below her belly button drew his attention next. She was bare below the waist. Smooth and downright edible, but he already knew that. Unable to stop himself, he ran his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands. Brushed his thumbs over the lace hiding her nipples.