Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

She was killing him. He was never very good at the self control thing when it came to women, especially the ones that he cared about. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. You make a good point, he teased, nipping her again below her ear. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in deeply. His stomach tightened at the shift in her scent, and memories of the other night flooded his mind, making him pause his languid affection. He pulled back just enough to study her face. How are you feeling, he asked. I...don't want to hurt you. His words were quiet, his following nuzzle a bit hesitant. His control may be slipping considerably, but it wouldn't keep him from worrying about her.