Page 21 of The Witch & the Wolf

“Do I have this wrong?”

“What?” he managed, half-strangled, heart beating rapidly.

“Sometimes I feel like – like you’re interested. Sometimes I don’t know. And maybe I’m being too forward… about the breath mint.”

Something in her eyes compelled him to go to her and lightly press her against the door. She made no effort to escape, no expression of discomfit. If anything, her eyes brightened, and her lips parted.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded, eyes flicking from his lips, then back up to meet his gaze. For a moment, he wondered if he should continue if things were moving too fast. But the way she looked at him, the way her breathing audibly quickened, overrode his doubts. He pressed his body into hers. Cupped her cheeks. Gave her plenty, plenty of time to say no, to back away. She trembled like a bird but tilted her head up, a better angle for their lips to meet. He tasted hers, soft and slow, still trying to read her intent. Still unsure.

Her response was to kiss him back, to reach up to his shoulders and tug him just a little bit closer. Electricity buzzed within him, taking him by surprise, making him cling to her and sink into that embrace, those lips questing for his. With closed eyes, it was easy to get lost in the kiss, to be acutely aware of all those hormones inside going crazy from the stimulation. She let out a little gasp, and he gave her enough of a break to catch her breath and kiss her cheek to her ear.

“Mmm…” She seemed to like him playing with her ear, and she practically melted into a puddle on the spot. His own body trembled with desire, and he already felt heat gathering between his legs, blood rushing from one spot to another. For now, he continued with the kisses, clinging to her as if drowning, his inner wolf bursting with lust.

“Wait, wait,” she whispered, and he steadied his kisses, letting her slowly push his lips away. “This is intense.”

“I… is that an issue?” he asked against her fingers. She shook her head, a soft laugh curling her mouth, half embarrassed, half horny, and utterly adorable.

“It’s, uh, not, but… I’m not really… experienced with this sort of thing. It’s been… well, I’ve never...”

“We don’t have to do anything more than kissing,” he said, though a part of him groaned a little. He really wanted to pick her up and toss her onto the bed right now. He also wanted to respect her, not spook her, not when things were going so well. The last thing he wanted was for Holly to feel awkward, to feel coerced, just because he happened to feel horny, even if he did happen to feel horny as heck.

“Plus, you’re not a bad kisser, you know,” he murmured against her cheek.

“I could say the same for you,” she murmured back, wrapping her arms around him once. Heat surged through his limbs. Desperate for physical contact, his hands kept trailing over her cheeks, ears, neck, and any exposed skin that shivered under the glide of his fingers and palms. She reacted so sensitively, and her breaths came out in little shallow huffs of arousal, indicating how turned on she was.

To have someone to touch, reacting with such desire and want – it fanned the flames within him, and his inner wolf pushed hard for contact, for kisses, for everything. Everything in her body language suggested she was receptive to his touch, but he didn’t want to take it farther than she felt comfortable with.

“I’m not comfortable,” she whispered, and he stopped instantly, biting back on his desire.

“Okay. We’ll stop –”

“Oh, no. I didn’t ask you to stop. Just that I was uncomfortable,” she said, her green eyes boring into his, the pupils blown with lust. “We have a better place than this, don’t we…?”

He searched her eyes for hesitation before letting out a soft growl, scooping her up, and proceeding to go through with the fantasy of throwing her onto the bed and crawling on top of her. The kisses grew heated, and at this angle, their bodies pressed and ground against one another, stimulating all the erogenous zones he knew of and a few that he wasn’t even aware he had.

“God,” he hissed against her neck, “you feel so good. I could stay like this forever…”

“I hope not,” she replied, “because you’re wearing far too many clothes at this point. Let me feel your skin against mine.”

His heart picked up in pace from those words, beating in a frenzy against his ribcage. Not wanting to kill the momentum, he plucked away at his clothes, the shirt coming off in one bundle while hers took more effort to remove. His hands trembled, trying not to use too much force, wanting to keep her safe and content in his company, trusting his guidance and touch. Her skin felt criminally soft on her stomach and her sides.

“May I?” his fingers slid under her bra, questing for the straps.

“Yesss…” she arched up to give him easier access, and after a little fumbling, the bra unclasped, revealing her breasts, which he now pressed against his chest as he bent to kiss her hard on the lips, his tongue warring with hers. The raw nerve shock of tongue-to-tongue contact sent waves of desire that hardened between his legs, chafing against the restricting materials below. His hands slid along her hips, and she let out a shuddering gasp when he breathed hot air onto her neck, relentless in his efforts for pleasure.

He did not take off his pants, not until she reached for them herself. He wanted to be sure. He’d take the lead, but always with her desire in mind. They’d spent twenty minutes just kissing, rubbing one another, sinking into taste and touch and scent, listening to the tune of their shallow exclamations of pleasure, and taking joy in the physical vision of one another.

Now she relieved him of his pants and boxers, then her own, leaving them both completely bare, at one another’s mercy, with silken touch and the heated friction from skin-to-skin contact.

“We can keep it like this,” he hissed his mouth now between her breasts, kissing a trail to one peak and then the other. “We don’t have to make this about me. Right now, everything is for your pleasure.” One hand briefly dipped between her legs, testing the arousal. Definitely aroused there.

She gave a throaty chuckle, hands grasping his sandy hair. “I want you.” The fingers tightened, but not enough to start pulling roots. “Outside and inside.”

He growled, heat building up in his length before he took the invitation and sheathed it inside her. Careful and slow, making sure her body accommodated the contact. She arched briefly, stiffening in shock and pleasure before she wrapped her legs around his hips as if to thrust him further inside.

Everything blurred together in a blaze of arousal, tickling electricity across their bodies, the way they pressed into one another, the way she felt around him, and the heat built up in an unbearable pressure as he thrust, bedsheets falling away, breaths mingling until the heat shot out of him like an arrow, connecting with her, pleasure so temporary, yet so incredible.

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