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Their kiss deepened, and her hands skimmed lower toward the top of his jeans. She hesitated, breaking the kiss momentarily, her gaze meeting his.

“Love, if you’re waiting for my permission to undress me, know you have it,” he said with a lopsided grin.

Willa undid his jeans and freed his erection.

Jonathan put his arms out quickly as his fingertips began to tingle, fearful he’d do a partial shift and claw her.

Willa froze on him, her hand wrapped around his manhood. “I’ll stop.”

“God no!” he shouted, making her laugh softly before she kissed him again.

“Whatever you do, do not stop!”

ChapterThirty-One

Willa

My brain knewI shouldn’t be doing this with Jonathan, but that didn’t seem to stop me any as I stroked him. I eased my mouth back from his, still unable to believe it was really him. That White-Shirt Guy was under me and, from the feel of it, very pleased to be there. I continued to boldly stroke him, like I met up with random dudes in caves often for happy times.

As I thought more about it, I tensed.

Considering my history with this very cave, Iwasone for meeting with a man while in it to hook up. Of course, my last sexcapade by way of the cave had involved a wolf-shifter who just so happened to be in wolf form.

I cringed.

Jonathan tensed below me, his hand moving over mine, stopping my actions. “Love, stop. You’re already regretting this.”

“I am?” I asked. “That’s news to me.”

He sighed and pulled my hand from him fully. He swallowed hard. “Let’s get you dressed, and we can talk, all right?”

Not really, but I eased off him all the same. I used his washboard abs to push to my feet, instantly noticing his undone jeans and how totally into the act he still was.

He tucked himself into his jeans but didn’t fasten them. With slow, stiff movements, Jonathan rolled to his side and pushed up and off the floor of the cave. The action left his muscles moving in a way that made my mouth water. Had I been able to see him clearly in Detroit all those years ago, I’d have been having some very inappropriate thoughts about him back then. Much like I was having about him right now.

He stood to his full height.

My brain glitched as the word “yummy” repeated in my head.

I ripped my gaze from his body and went for my discarded clothing. I bent, and the second my fingers touched my panties, my backside heated. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Jonathan’s gaze locked firmly on my butt.

His jeans were still open, and he had hold of himself in a manner that suggested he wasn’t sure if he wanted to tuck it away or let the games begin. He began stroking himself lazily, slowly raking his gaze up my body.

The slightest of smiles tugged at my lips as I realized the power I had over this man. Feeling wanton and a little bit wicked, I wiggled my backside, hoping to entice him more.

Jonathan’s eyes swirled, intensifying in color as his nostrils flared. “Careful, love.”

“Or what?” I asked, biting my lower lip.

He covered the distance to me in two strides. Before I knew it, he had me jerked around, my body smashed against his. Dipping his head, he kissed me so hard and so fast it was slightly painful.

The taste of blood filled my mouth, and my wolf went wild with need, pushing at me to throw this man down and have my way with him. He had a body I could play with for hours and hours, never once losing interest.

I held back.

It tested the limits of my willpower for sure.

Jonathan continued the kiss for a brief moment but jerked away quickly. He shut his eyes, turning his head from me and stepping back fast.

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