Hungry for Her Curves (BBW Alpha Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romantic Erotica) by Sierra Wolf Page B

slipped downwards, becoming a
tingling between my legs.
    I knew if I got in that car, I would
feel him inside me tonight. I gazed up at him, head and shoulders
above me, his amber eyes burning with internal fire as he drank me
in.
    “Give me five minutes,” I
croaked, rushing for the storeroom as I peeled off my apron.

    It was the most frantic wash-up of my
life, running my fingers through my mane of wild curls, reapplying
mascara with unwise speed, and stripping the flour-coated shirt for a
clean spare camisole I kept in my bag.
    I did a once-over in the mirror, making
sure my favorite jeans were hugging me just right, and wished I had
kept my spare Louboutins in there as well. But something told me Cade
Bishop would've been just as happy if I'd gotten into his car covered
in flour and butter. His eyes ran over me appreciatively as I walked
out, the fire in them barely concealed.
    “Your chariot awaits,” he
said, his voice thick with tension. He held the door for me, and I
turned before I walked out to see Lily poke her head from the
kitchen, giving me a thumbs-up.
    Cade's car was a slick black coup, with
leather seats that caressed my skin. We roared out of the parking lot
and down the empty, straight back road of Foggy Hollow, lined with
trees and not much else.
    “I've never seen you here
before,” I said conversationally, hoping my voice was even. My
heart was pounding like a drum in my throat. “Was it just the
job that brought you to Foggy Hollow?”
    His eyes flicked over to me, burning my
skin like embers. The hand that gripped the wheel was white-knuckled,
the other grasping his knee.
    “Not just the job,” he
said. “There was something that felt right about this place.”
His fingers tightened, making me worry. Had I said something to upset
him?
    I looked out the windshield at the full
moon hanging in the sky, gleaming like a silver coin. The Milky Way
stretched behind it like a band of diamonds. The one really good
thing about living in the middle of nowhere was that the nights were
beautiful. You could never really see how alive the sky was in the
city, with the artificial lights burning away the stars.
    He saw me looking at the moon, biting
my lip nervously. “Into astronomy?”
    “Not really,” I replied. “I
was just thinking that things are much more beautiful out here than
in the city.” I said it without thinking, but suddenly his hand
was on my leg, his skin so hot it felt like it was burning.
    “They absolutely are,” he
said, his voice husky. My heart was thudding so hard I wondered if
he'd be able to hear it. The warmth spiraling through me made me feel
dizzy, settling in my stomach and sliding downwards inexorably.
    I shifted nervously, my throat dry as
cotton. I had never felt this undone before, no longer in control at
all. His fingers caressed my thigh gently through my jeans, making me
gasp a little at the light touch.
    His hand slid upwards, running over me
with no way to stop him. I didn't want to stop him. His fingers
paused at the seam between my legs, then slid up to the waistband,
popping the button easily.
    I gasped as his hand slipped inside my
jeans, lifting myself up a few inches to make room for him as his
fingers ran over my slick, wet lips. Something hummed in the seat
beneath me, and it leaned back, reclining me almost flat.
    I hooked my thumbs in my belt loops and
slid my jeans down, parting my legs as he ran a single finger over my
slit, making me jump and gasp. My clit was already swelling, tingling
with anticipation as he finally parted my lips and brushed his thumb
lightly over me.
    I moaned out loud, my pussy clenching
as he rubbed light circles around my clit, making me arch my hips
towards his fingers. Wetness gushed from me, soaking my lace panties
with every smooth stroke of his fingers over the sensitive pearl.
    The car was filling with the scent of
my musk, and I heard a soft groan from Cade as his fingers slipped
downwards, finding my tight wet hole. I