Page 6 of Tease Me

He slid one hand all the way down her arm, over her hip, and to her butt. She’s always thought her rear end was too big, but the way he kneaded and squeezed, it was currently her favorite body part.

“Fuck, Fleur. I want to rip your clothes right off you.” He grabbed the back of her thigh and lifted it, wrapping her leg over his hip.

It took her a second to register what he said, with the way his hand was pushing up underneath the hem of her shirt. “No, no, don’t do that. There are a dozen people ten feet away in the other room.”

She wanted adventure, not exhibitionism.

He growled and lifted her other leg, spreading her open. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting against her, sending stars shooting through her vision.

Oh, gods and goddesses. She could see how he got his name. Whatever he was hiding behind those pants, rocking against her in all the right places was definitely made of steel, or kryptonite.

Because, she was feeling weaker by the second. Very much more of this and she’d be begging him to strip her clothes off. This was so delectably naughty, and so much hotter than any other sexy times she’d ever had. They weren’t even having sex. Yet.

Her legs acted of their own volition and pulled him in closer. She had no control over her body at the moment. It was doing whatever it wanted. Namely Steele.

She couldn’t think straight, not with the way his touch had her body in overdrive. Even in her naughtiest fantasies about mating a wolf-shifter, she hadn’t come close to losing her mind to lust like this.

“Your kiss is driving me crazy. I’ll never get enough of you.” Steele growled against her and licked his way across her bottom lip.

She was driving him crazy? She was the one whose body and mind were doing the opposite of everything she’d ever been taught.

Steele’s kisses went straight to her core and she wanted more, so much more. She didn’t even care that he was probably giving her a line. One tiny minute in his arms and already her panties were soaked.

She’d never reacted to any man, or wolf, this way. Even her vibrator didn’t make her this hot and needy. Where was a bed and a condom when she needed it?

Good Gods. This wasn’t meant to be more than a flirtatious make out session. First base, maybe second. Here they were rounding third and her body was chanting home, home, home.

It was too fast. She wanted a little fun, not a one-night stand. Fleur knew better than to let go like this. She’d been warned about allowing herself to play these kinds of games. Especially since this wasn’t her destined mate pushing against the wall and closer to orgasm. Enough. “Steele, we have to slow down.”

He nipped at the skin of her neck, sending an earthquake with shockwaves through her whole body.

Mmm, yes, his mouth on her neck felt amazing. “Never mind. No, we don’t, forget I said anything. Do that bitey thing again.”

He scraped his teeth across her skin, right above her collarbone, and she whimpered with the pleasure of it. She wanted him to bite her, mark her with his teeth.

Why would she want that? “Steele, please, I need...”

She didn’t know what she needed. Her mind was fritzing. Her body and her libido had totally taken control now.

“Yes, little flower, I need you, too. Where is your bedroom? We’ll lock the door, and I’ll make you come all night long.”

Great idea.

No. No, it wasn’t. Fleur wasn’t thinking straight, or at all. She’d met this guy less than an hour ago. She didn’t know what kind of person he was, where he was from, or anything. All she knew was how she’d been instantly attracted to him and was supposed to push those feelings down like she always did.

She wasn’t thinking. She was feeling, and it was freeing.

Too much so. She wasn’t free. She had a destiny.

There was no way a dragon she’d only met tonight was that destiny.

Cheering came from the living room and then a series of boos. The ruckus was enough to bring Fleur back to the present, remembering who and where she was, what and how she was meant to behave.

This wasn’t it.

“Steele, stop.” She pushed against his head, still glued to her neck.

The loss of his lips against her skin quite literally hurt.

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