Page 11 of Her Werewolf Protector

“Race you to the water.” She giggled as she took off for the lake.

“You’re on.”Shedding the remainder of my clothing I took off after her, easily overtaking her and diving into the water, coming up in the middle of the lake. Raking a hand through my hair I watched her dive in after me.

She seemed to remain under for an eternity. When she re-emerged she was treading water a couple of feet away.“Okay, you beat me, but not by much. Next time.”

“You’re on.”

“After waiting tables all day a swim is just what I needed.” She ducked under the water before I could respond.

“Sophia?”

The water splashed behind me and arms slipped around my waist, her breasts pressed against my bare back. Damn, maybe this wasn’t a great idea. The idea was to cool off and bring the heat level between us down a notch, but all it was doing was keeping my dick at full attention. If her hands slipped just a littlelower I’d be in trouble.

Her being here was to test whether we were in fact destined to be together. Lust can be felt with virtually anyone, but true love. That’s unique and special. Sex would just make things more complex. I needed to keep my head straight and not allow my dick to take over.

Spinning around in the water, I turned to face her. When I did, she slipped her arms around my neck and pressed against me, her lips desperately seeking out mine. A growl erupted from me as I grabbed her, pulling her tight, my lips crashing down onto hers. Her lips were so soft and inviting. Her tongue tasted of wine and berries.

The beast within cheered me on.

Dammit. I was moments away from taking her here in the water.

Pulling away, I began to swim.

Sophia

“Come on Roosevelt. Get back here and finish what we started!”

I wasn’t sure if I was more annoyed or amused by him playing hard to get. Itwasn’t the usual reaction I got from men when I offered myself to them. I’d felt his erection against me, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.Swimming off, leaving my pussy craving him deep inside of me was just cruel.

If what he and the townsfolk that I’d talked to throughout the day said was true, then we had less than a week to decide if we wanted to be together. Sex was an important part of a relationship. We needed to know if we were compatible, didn’t we? At least that was my excuse for wanting to fuck him when I was just beginning to know him.

He stopped swimming about twenty feet from me, I could just make out the outline of his shoulders and head above water.“I’m keeping my distance because if I was near you I’d certainly finish what we started.”

“Then what’sthe problem?”

I could hear him sigh before swimming back to me.“One taste of you would lead to two and three. If I had myway we wouldn’t leave the bed for the entire time you’re here. The bed, the prep counter, the blanket in the sand, the lake. I’vethought of them all already.”

“The prep table? At the restaurant?”

He brushed his lips along the side of my neck.“We could get very inventive in the kitchen.”

My pussy clenched at the thought of having him devour me for days on end. With him being a wolf would he be wild in bed? Would he be able to fuck me for hours on end? My body was demanding to know the answers.

“What’s wrong with that?” I pressed my body close to him as I nipped at the side of his neck. His body was so warm, much warmer than the other men I’d been with.“Is your body always this warm?”

“Werewolves run a little hot, yes.” Slipping his arm around my waist he pulled me closer to the shore where we could stand.“As much as I would love to taste every inch of your body right now. I think sex will just get in the way of us discovering each other.”

I knew he was right. My body wished he wasn’t, but it made sense. Even if Ididn’t completely believe this curse business it was evident that he did. With great reluctance, I swam out of his arms.

Nibbling on my lower lip, I looked up and into his eyes.“Maybe we should eat some of that delicious picnic you packed and get to know each other then.”

“Good idea.” Taking my hand he led me back to the beach.

Laying naked on the blanket, facing each other we began the feast he’d prepared. The conversation was so smooth and easythat it was crazy to think that I had just met him yesterday. It felt like I’d known him all my life. Maybe it was that we had an amazing connection, and maybe it was the curse. It was hard to say which, all I knew was that I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted to know every single detail of his life before we met and his aspirations for the future.

I wanted to know it all and wanted to be with him moving forward.

Once the food was finished and the bottle of wine empty, he stood and began getting dressed.“It’s getting late, we should be getting home.”

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