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smell the rush of arousal that his words caused.
    He thumbed one nipple through her bra. Her skin was creamy and smooth above the edge of the lace, his hand looking very brown in comparison. Her sweet nipple though, it was dusky, rosy, the tip pressing into his touch.
    Paulo’s breath came in on a shaky inhalation and he pushed his thumb against her, watching for her reaction. Her sweet lips parted, and she sucked in a breath, lovely curves pressing closer.
    The bra had to go. He unclipped the back and let her breasts really push into his hands. He weighed them, finding them perfect for him. He wanted to lick them, suck them.
    So pale, never kissed by the sun, and his hands looked so rough, as if they might scratch her. He moaned, bending, lifting so his lips could press to the tops of her breasts.
    “Oh.” Her fingers shook when she took his cap off before they pushed into his hair and urged him closer.
    “Mmm.” He moaned a little, the tiny scalp massage sending shivers down his spine.
    Cheri took a breath, moaned, then one nipple slipped up, teasing his lips. He sucked it in, flipping it back and forth with his tongue.
    “Paulo. Oh…”
    Mmm. She liked that. So did he. He did it again, his body shifting, trying to get closer to her.
    He sucked gently, the action necessary and simple and perfectly right. She tasted like home. Like all things warm and comforting. Not like Josh, who tasted like danger and crazy adventure.
    Her legs moved restlessly, thighs rubbing together, proving her desire. Her scent intensified with every movement, and he pushed a hand up along her thigh.
    So hot, he could feel her through the denim. Wet. She was wet for him.
    “Lift up, querida .” His hand slid down under her butt to help her. He needed to get her jeans open and down.
    Her tiny lace panties matched her bra, her body soft and lush and perfect enough that he wanted to wallow in her belly, in the curve of her hips. She was so feminine, and it was as if she was made for him.
    Them.
    She was his mate and Josh’s.
    He must have looked too long, because Cheri blushed, hands covering her belly, as if she wasn’t perfect or something.
    “No, love. No hiding.” Paulo smiled. “Have I said that already? If not, I mean it.”
    “I just… Usually this happens in a dark room, hmm?”
    “Isn’t that sad?” He got her underwear down too before stroking her belly.
    His fingers played, slipping south, the strawberry-blonde curls drawing him. They were a couple of shades darker than her long hair, which hung loose and free. He had no idea where her glasses had gone, but he loved the dazed look in her eyes as he let one finger touch her slit, dip inside and test the most perfect wetness he’d ever felt.
    Paulo almost howled, his wolf wanting to claim her, wanting him to sink his cock inside her. That might not be fair to Josh though. He focused on her pleasure, on drawing out soft sighs and low moans, on making sure she craved his touch. They shared more kisses, deep and drugging, his lips clinging to hers.
    Her hips rolled up, starting to move in time with his touches, trying to keep in contact with his fingers.
    Her clit was right there under his thumb and he rubbed it in circles, pushing her a little.
    “Paulo…” Oh sensitive girl. He smiled and took her lips, tongue pushing in to taste her again and again. She was so wet for him, so hot. She felt amazing.
    Her thigh pressed against his cock, her hips moving restlessly as she shuddered. He wanted to spread her out, lick and nuzzle, hear her cries. Too damned bad they didn’t have the space. The gear shift was about to get intimate with him as it was. He rubbed a little faster, listening to her near-desperate cries.
    Just like that, sweet lady.
    It amazed him how much he wanted to see her come. How he was willing to put his own pleasure on the back burner.
    Her thighs went tight, squeezing his hand as she shook and shuddered, the expression on her face pure need. Her pretty skin