Page 26 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Jane,” he whispers, and his voice is husky, needy. “Sugar, you taste so sweet. Like honey.”

“Reiner,” I murmur, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest.

“You’re so soft,” he says. His hands move down my back to my hips, and he squeezes my ass. “And if your aunt and uncle weren’t right down the hall, I’d really give you something to moan about.”

When he pulls away, I’m left panting and gasping for breath. My entire body is on fire, and I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from that.

“Goodnight, sugar,” he says. “Sleep well.”

I can’t speak. I’m speechless. So, I just nod and roll over, trying to get comfortable.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Not with the way my heart is pounding and my skin is burning. Not with the way I can still feel his lips on mine, and his hands on my body.

But eventually, I drift off, and I dream of him.

When I wake up, I’m still tired, but I can’t go back to sleep. Reiner’s arm is slung over my waist, and his body is pressed against my back. His cock is hard and prodding me, poking me in the ass, and I bump against it on instinct.

“Morning, sugar,” he rumbles, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” I reply, and I try to shift away from him, but he holds me tight.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Um, to get ready?”

“Not yet,” he says. “I’m not done holding you.”

What the hell? Is he serious? I have no idea what to make of this guy.

I bolt upright, fully intent on asking him what the hell he’s talking about, but before I can get a word out, there’s a knock at my bedroom door.

“Jane?” Aunt Gwen calls. “Reiner? Are you awake? We’re getting ready to make breakfast.”

“Be there in a minute,” I call back, and I scramble out of bed.

“Breakfast sounds great,” Reiner says. He stretches, his muscles flexing and rippling.

“It’s a whole production,” I warn him. “You’ll see. It’s a family tradition.”

“I look forward to it,” he replies, and he heads into the bathroom.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. By the time I’m dressed, Reiner emerges, and we walk to the kitchen together.

“There you are!” Aunt Gwen says. “Jack is taking care of the bacon on the grill, and Richard and I will handle the pancake and eggs. You two go ahead and juice the oranges and apples.”

“Sounds good,” I reply.

“We’ll do our best,” Reiner adds.

“Great. It’s all in the fridge. The juicer is in the cabinet.”

“Got it,” I say. I grab the fruit and set it on the counter. “You know how to work this thing?” I ask Reiner.

“Nope,” he says.

“Of course not,” I laugh. “Here, I’ll show you.”

I turn the machine on, and he watches as I slice an orange in half and pop it inside. I run the machine, and once the juice is collected, I pour it into a glass.

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