Page 183 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“Yes, that’s just what it’s called. Don’t ask me why.” She shrugged. “So you’ll lift me from here”—she patted her right thigh—“and here,” she said, pointing to her abdomen. “My left leg will bend into a passé sort of, and you’ll lunge and dip me.”

“Sure. Sounds simple enough,” I muttered, and she smirked.

“No, from under my leg.” She giggled as I put my hand on her thigh.

“Like this?” I asked, adjusting my grip, and she nodded.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, and lifted her, and her left leg bent just as she said it would. I stood there awkwardly, just holding her, forgetting what else she’d instructed me to do.

Her head turned to look at me, and she whispered, “Lunge!”

“Oh, right,” I stammered, and I lunged with my left leg bent.

“No, no, the other leg!” She laughed.

“Oops,” I said, quickly switching my weight to my other leg.

She looked at us in the mirror and laughed even harder. “Oh god, Wes, you look like a bear.”

“I’m a wolf shifter. We live in packs. Bear shifters are solitary.”

Her mouth opened and closed. “We’ll circle back to that later. When we discuss vampires.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “What do we do from here?”

“Well, you stand back up, and I extend my leg out, and you set me down in an arabesque.”

“Um…”

“Just stand up straight,” she said, shaking her head. “This is so not helping,” she added under her breath.

“But it’s fun,” I retorted as I stood straight, and she extended her leg.

I set her down on her toes, one leg supporting her weight and the other straight out behind her, her foot almost even with her head and her back curving slightly as her leg lifted behind her.

My arm around her waist tightened, my fingers splaying across her abdomen and towards her chest. My other hand moved up her leg, tracing over the curve of her thigh until I cupped her core, my thumb brushing it gently. I lowered my mouth to her neck, where I placed sensual, open-mouthed kisses.

I couldn’t help it. Her body and her heart called to mine. Every touch seemed more intense than the last, like the mate bond urged us to be together. Not necessarily to complete the bond with a mark but to help us bond with one another or maybe to keep our scents as mixed as they could be until I could mark her.

Her other leg lowered to the floor, and her head rolled back onto my shoulder. I slid my hand up to her neck, holding her in place against me. A little moan escaped her, and my dick twitched in my gym shorts.

“Wes,” she breathed, turning her body to face mine. “This isn’t rehearsing.”

“Rehearsal is over,” I growled, grabbing her butt and lifting her so her legs wrapped around my waist.

She wound her arms around my neck and placed her lips on mine, not even bothering to argue with me. It would have been pointless, anyway. We both knew how much she wanted the same thing I did. I could smell it in the air and feel it through her leggings.

I moved us through the house by memory. My lips never left her mouth, and my eyes locked with hers, watching her lust-filled expression as my hands squeezed her little ass and my fingers drifted towards her center.

I tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced slightly, a little squeal letting loose. But I was over her in an instant, my hips pressing her down against the mattress, my hands already on the waistband of her leggings.

“Wes,” she moaned, her hips pressing into mine and her legs wrapping around me.

But I pushed them away. “I need to taste you,” I groaned. “Your scent is making my mouth water.”

I peeled her leggings down her legs along with her underwear and tossed them aside, pulling her so her legs hung down the side of the bed and her butt was right at the edge of the mattress. My hands slid all the way up from her ankles to her thighs, my thumb brushing against her lower lips as I spread her open for me.

Her hands clutched at the comforter, fisting the material in her fingers as I dove forward and kissed her entrance.

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