Page 77 of Lost Girl

Cocking my head aside, I cross my arms, lips curling jovially. “Is there somewhere you need to be?”

“Yeah,” he points up to the sky, “in the house before it starts pouring.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t like getting a little wet?” I quip, and much like the strawberry comment with Soren, I realize a minute too late how that question only adds fuel to the fire.

I’m doomed.

So doomed.

Tavi rises to full height, flashing me that knee-weakening, devious smile as he closes the small distance between us and breaks into my bubble. “Oh no, Ilovegetting wet,” he purrs, “but I’m hungry.”

My heart slams against my chest at his choice of a reply, throat jouncing as I murmur, “You’re always hungry.”

He doesn’t deny it, nodding surely as he leans in closer still. He’s so close I can feel his lips ghosting along my cheek. “I’m a growing boy, little wolf. Need to keep strength and stamina up at all times. Now c’mon.”

I don’t protest this time, but that’s probably because I can’t. I’m tongue-tied, far too fixated on “strength” and “stamina” and what images those words trigger to form a proper rebuttal, which I’m sure was his intention all along.

The man isn’t brainless. He knows what he does to me, just like I know what I do to him.

We’re a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Feels like that might happen right now with the way his grip on my thighs sends ripples of heat shooting to my core the moment I latch onto him. I literally have to breathe through it, nails digging into my arms as I lock them around his neck.

Such torment doesn’t stop there, though.

Of course it doesn’t.

His strides have me digging my nails in deeper still as we near the lake, the friction of his back rubbing against my semi-exposed center more than I can handle. Thanks to my short dress now pooled around my hips, my clit is on fire, I swear.

By the time he sets me down at the start of the dock, my legs feel like jello.

At least I didn’t come,I think to myself. I’d be mortified if I had.

“It—um…” I clear my throat, pulling in another cleansing breath. “It looks so different during the day. I hadn’t realized the entire perimeter was surrounded by trees.”

“Another reason for its namesake.” He’s chuckling away and I’m almost certain it has nothing to do with my commentary. “Come.”

I see his proffered hand, know exactly what he means, and yet my mind is stuck in the gutter. I nearly groan aloud at my increasingly demanding libido. What the hell is wrong with me?

Don’t wolves give off pheromones?

Sliding my palm in his, we trail down the length of the dock to the very end. The sky has closed up significantly, dark, stormy clouds gathered overhead. There’s a wind picking up, too, but nothing alarming, just a gentle reminder a storm is about to roll through.

“Lil and I used to swim in here all the time as kids,” Tavi comments beside me.

“I’ve not swam in a lake. At least not that I can remember. Shows you how different our childhoods were.”

Different isn’t even enough of a word, really.

“Next time it’s sunny, I’ll bring you. I actually haven’t gone swimming in a long while.”

“Orwe can go swimming now.” I push him off the dock in nothing but sheer thoughtless impulse.

His wave of a splash pelts droplets on my skin, luring a squeal free as my shoulders shoot up to my ears. Seconds later, he comes up for air, a thunderous laugh following his gasp as he wades over and sets the satchel on the dock. “You’re so in for it,” he warns playfully.

But I’m jumping in before he can grab my ankles, plugging my nose between my fingers.

Cold water welcomes me beneath the surface—a lot colder than I was expecting—firing me upwards with a brisk push of my feet. I’m gasping much like he did, filling my lungs with precious air, when I feel the first few droplets falling overhead. Takes nothing more than another minute before it really starts coming down, and I meanreally.

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