She opened her eyes, looking straight at him, and nodded. “Please. I need to touch you.”
He shook his head and pushed his hips forward so he was barely inside her. “Just feel,” he whispered. Then he pushed just a little further. Every time he stopped, he felt her walls squeeze him, threatening to make him release.
My God, this feels so much better with nothing between us. Is it the lack of condom? Or is it because it’s her?
He pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on her and regaining control. When he did, he slid back, then pushed farther forward.
“Keep those arms around my neck, princess. Don’t move them.”
She shook her head. “You’d have to break them and move them yourself.”
He stilled inside her, and as he waited for her body to adjust to him, he brushed his nose along her neck, beneath her ear. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. The perfect temptation. Sweet on the outside and inside, but this spicy little surprise in between the layers. It’s been hell resisting you.” The tension eventually lifted from her body, and he began slow thrusts back and forth, making sure to give his hips a twist when he pulled back and another when he pushed in to create friction for her.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More. Like that.”
“You want more, little Flame?” he asked with menace.
“More,” she acknowledged. “Harder.”
“Oh, I’ll give you harder. Hang on tight.”
Her belted hands reached for what hair she could grab at the back of his neck, threading through the longer strands. When she pulled at the roots, he hissed at her. “Minx,” he growled, then snapped his hips hard until he was buried to the hilt.
She moaned. “More, please,” she begged, sounding like she was in physical pain. But when he looked at her face, she was so far from pain he could barely restrain himself from losing all control with her.
TB began to piston his hips faster, gaining momentum with each thrust. His hands grabbed the frame of the window on the opposite side of the bed, ensuring that if she moved across the mattress with his pounding, her head would be protected from hitting the ledge. It also allowed him with each twist of his hips to not only grind into her but also put his full weight on her hips without crushing the rest of her.
He felt her orgasm coming like a speeding train. She clenched her legs around his waist so tight, her body actually came forward to connect with his above her. The arms around his neck locked, and he felt the edge of the leather bite into his skin. Then her inner walls spasmed like a fist, squeezing the life and his release right out of him, her scream muffled in his shoulder as her teeth actually bit down on him.
He remained where he was, trying to regain his equilibrium but also trying not to crush her with his weight. In the end, it was easier to roll over with her sprawled on his chest, his cock still locked inside her. The damn thing wouldn’t come down.
Just like her damn wolf shifters, knotting in place.
Somehow, it didn’t seem so corny anymore.
His hand idly combed through her long hair as their heart rates slowed.
“Do you have a hair fetish?” she mumbled.
His mouth formed a genuine smile. “I enjoy yours.” He pulled her wrists from around his neck, removed the belt from around them, and tossed it to the floor. He gently massaged her wrists by rotating his thumbs along her pulse points, his fingers on the opposite sides, making sure the blood was flowing to avoid tingles and numbness. He became thoughtful in the quiet.
Normally, you’d be up and out of a woman’s bed by now. Are you sure you haven’t fallen for this woman?
Yep. Totally have. Doesn’t mean I’m still not wrong for her.
She tipped her head toward his, her chin resting on the hand she had laid on his chest. “I can hear the gears grinding and smell the smoke. What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, smiling at her. “Nothing. Just having a conversation with myself over something.”
She smiled. “I thought I was the only crazy person who did that.”
“Hell no. Sometimes, it’s the most intelligent conversation I have all day.”
“Sometimes it’s the most intelligent conversation I have all day,” she said in unison with him.
They both laughed.
Sucking on her bottom lip, he watched her make the decision. “What was the conversation about?”