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“I don’t want to think about it all right now. I just want to feel good. You make me feel good,” I whispered between kisses.

He hesitated. “You're sure this is what you want? That I'm who you want?”

I nodded. “You're the only one I want.”

What the hell was I saying? It had to have been my wolf speaking for us because that didn't sound like me at all. But when he touched my cheek so softly and reverently, all conscious thoughts flew out the window.

I hadn't done anything that wasn't a hundred percent calculated and thought through since before my parents had died, making this probably the dumbest thing I'd ever done in my life. But as he trailed kisses down my neck, I no longer cared.

Denny's touch took away all the worry, all the fears, all the internal overthinking and replaced them with safety and comfort, making me feel like no matter what, I was going to be okay. And I knew I wanted this. I wanted him, maybe not for the rest of my life, but right here in this moment.

I wasn't naïve. I knew exactly what I was telling him, and I knew there would be consequences to allowing it, but that was going to have to be a problem for another day.

As his hand ran up my side and he hesitated, expecting me to end things abruptly again, I reached down and took his hand and moved it to my breast, showing him it was okay and that I wanted this, too.

Denny

Chapter 11

I wasn't certain what had changed between us or how I'd found myself making out with her once more, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

For a moment I had been so certain she was going to reject me and put up a wall between us, and then in a complete one-eighty she was kissing me and asking for more.

Was it a trick?

Was this for real?

I desperately wanted her but only if it was truly what she wanted, too.

Hesitating, I stared down at her. Then she reached for my hand and moved it to her breast. There was no mistaking the green-light gesture, but I had to be certain. She'd never even been kissed before today, and I knew with absolute certainty she was a virgin.

My wolf howled happily in my head.

Mine!He growled.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked her.

I needed to hear her say it.

“Yes. I don't want to think about what it means or what the future holds. I just want to feel wild and free for once,” she admitted.

Wild and free certainly didn't fit my sensible mate, but if that's what she needed, who was I to argue it?

“You're safe with me, Lauren. If it's too much, just say so at any time and I'll stop.”

I knew that wasn't an easy promise to make when everything within me screamed to just mark this girl as mine and get it over with, but it had to be said. This was more than just a casual hookup.

She nodded.

I heard her soft gasp as my thumb brushed against her nipple and I squeezed her breast.

Every little sound she made sent a jolt right to my groin.

It took much effort not to just ravish her, but I knew I had to take my sweet time and make certain it was good for her.

Continuing to kiss her, I let my hands start exploring her body more, paying close attention to her responses. I wanted to memorize all the things she loved the most.

Despite what others thought, I was a huge flirt but not a man-whore. I hadn't been with a lot of ladies and not a virgin since I was one myself. But I was confident I could make this a night she would never forget.

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