Page 43 of Secret Wolf Baby

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said.

He took the rag from my hand, his fingers brushing against mine. “Here, let me.”

I did, barely breathing, part of me yearning to inhale his scent. I hesitated, debating whether to bring up the next topic. Eventually, I bit the bullet. “It seems like you and Claire are getting along,” I said.

He gave a wide grin, one that yet again looked almost identical to Claire’s. “She’s a great kid. Really. You’ve done a great job raising her.”

“I did my best,” I said with a shrug.

“Honestly, I’m surprised.” Jackson scratched his head. “When you said you had a kid, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But I like spending time with her.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “I mean, I think it helps that we have a bunch in common, which was a nice surprise. But I’m not sure I expected to get along with her as well as I am.”

I stayed silent, unsure what to say, and worried that anything I said would reveal the truth.

“You all right?” he asked.

I turned, and my stomach lurched as I realized how close he was. It would only take a few half-steps for us to be touching. His scent of oak and vanilla washed over me as my heart worked overtime.

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice coming out smaller than I intended. But all I could think about was how easy it would be to close the gap between us, and how badly I wanted to. But I couldn’t tell him any of that. This was a mistake… wasn’t it? But then why did I want to give in to the temptation so badly?

His hand went to my shoulder, resting there and sending warm shivers through my body. I could feel myself going overthe edge, succumbing to the feelings I’d been trying to ignore. I willed myself to hold on, not to give in.

He apparently didn’t realize where my mind was, instead thinking I was preoccupied with something else because he said, “You did a great job raising her, Audrey. Despite everything. And I’m excited to help now and see the kind of woman she grows into.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t take the closeness. I was tired of holding myself back. I had wanted him since the moment I saw him again. My wolf had known it. I had known it. I was tired of pretending otherwise.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward me. He let me without hesitation, taking the two short steps to clear the distance between us. His hand wrapped around my waist, and he held me against him as our lips met. A fire ignited, a fire I hadn’t experienced since that night eleven years ago. And suddenly everything that had happened—with Reacher, between us, all of the tension and anxiety that had been looming over us the past, however long it had been—none of it seemed to matter anymore. Once our mouths locked together, all that mattered was me and him, together. Nothing else. If only for this short moment.

Chapter 13 - Jackson

Her lips were soft against mine, even as I could taste the passion behind them. I waited for her to push me away the way she had the other night. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, any reservations about our one either forgotten or dismissed. I didn’t care which. My wolf howled in longing as the kiss deepened, all thoughts of stopping wiped from my head. My hand went to her head, holding her against me as I pushed her against the wall, pinning her there as our bodies pressed against one another.

I slid one hand down her side, feeling the curves of her body as she melted against me. My thumb traced the line of her hip. She moaned into my mouth, the thrum sending new jolts of need through my body. I could feel my cock twitching, wanting to be inside her already.

My mouth moved to her collarbone, nipping gently. She gave small gasps of pleasure, her body pushing into mine as her back arched. It wasn’t until I began to fumble with her jeans that she stopped me.

“Not here,” she whispered. She gave me a coy smirk as she tilted her head. “I don’t want anyone seeing.”

I knew she meant Claire. Even as I wanted to throw caution to the wind and fuck her right there on the couch, I nodded and pulled her into my bedroom, closing the door shut behind us. When I turned back around, I saw with savage pleasure that she had already discarded her shirt, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Snarling, I peeled off my own shirt. She sucked in a breath, her eyes raking up and down my body, drinking it in. The lust and hunger in her eyes only fueled my own. My eyes lingered on her tits, round and the perfect size, her nipples already hard with arousal.

“These are even better than I remember,” I growled, stepping forward and grabbing one in each hand.

She moaned at the touch. I bent down, my lips caressing her collarbone and neck. She shivered beneath me as my hands continued exploring her body, relishing the feel of her after years of remembering her smooth skin and gentle curves. Soon, I wasn’t satisfied with going slowly. I needed her. Needed all of her. My touches grew more insistent, holding her still as my mouth moved back to claim hers. I pushed her against the wall, keeping her helpless before me. Even that wasn’t enough. My wolf was greedy. He wanted more.Iwanted more.

Unable to wait any longer, my hand slipped beneath her jeans. She gasped, her back arching as my finger found her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her breath went ragged, driving my wolf wild. My own cock twitched again in response.

Snarling, I pulled down her pants and underwear, leaving her completely bare before me. I stood back, drinking in her nude body, savoring every moment. She stood before me, self-conscious at first, then more at ease. She looked absolutely perfect.

Without saying anything, I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my cock springing out. I pulled her against me, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her lips to mine, holding her in place even as my fingers resumed toying with her clit. She moaned into my mouth, her body grinding against mine in response. Her hands gripped my back, nails digging in.

I pushed her back against the wall, the pictures hung there rattling with the force of it. I watched her face as her expression contorted to one of pure bliss the more I played with her. I could smell her arousal, and it was driving me wild.

I crouched before her, hands holding her in place as they gripped her waist. Her scent grew more potent as I lowered myself, only intensifying my cravings.

My tongue ran along her slit, savoring the taste and relishing the way she writhed as her hands gripped my hair. I could hear her soft groans, growing higher and higher-pitched with every flick of my tongue. Her hips tried to buck but stayed still beneath my grip. I took my time, moving slowly, teasing her as I enjoyed her squirming and gentle mewling.

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