Page 34 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

He has a tiny point. I don’t want to explain what happened to anyone because then I would have to explain Jordan there or be super vague to where whoever I’m talking to will be super suspicious in what I’m hiding. We vampires are nosy and paranoid. Makes for a great combination, right?

“Either way, it doesn’t mean you need to be in here with me. I don’t need your help, and I can take care of it myself.”

“Right, not a damsel in distress,” he mumbles as he yanks my jeans down my legs, kneels down, and realizes he needs to remove my boots before he can fully pull them off. I’m too stunned at the situation I’ve quickly found myself in that it doesn’t even cross my mind to put up more of a fight to stop him. I refuse to entertain the tiny voice in the back of my head saying its because I want him to take my clothes off. “Got it. Stop moving before you bust your ass getting tangled up in your jeans.” There’s a bite in that last bit. It’s not in my nature to let others do things for me, so him trying to help me is somewhat irritating and somewhat endearing all mixed with a bit of lust as I realize he is kneeling before me with me only in my bra and panties now with his mouth in close proximity to my core. And with that thought, a rush of heat and arousal rushes between my thighs.

Jordan’s head snaps up to look at me as his nostrils flare. And dear lord, that look with him on his knees has my legs slightly shaking before I lock my knees in an attempt to not collapse in the shower right here and now.

He’s managed to get my boots and jeans off and tosses them outside of the shower as he stands back up to tower over me. There’s heat in his eyes, and his pupils have definitelydilated with his own arousal in response to my own. Without breaking eye contact, he grabs the collar of his shirt and lifts it up over his head.

“Jordan,” I whisper.

“Talia.”

“Whatever you are thinking, stop.”

“And what am I thinking?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I have an idea with how many clothes you’ve removed from both of us.”

He moves towards me causing me to back up in the limited space I have until my back hits the cold tile. His hands come up and land on both sides of my head, effectively caging me in. My breathing becomes shallow and rapid and mingles with his own. He leans his head down and traces his nose slowly from my collarbone to my ear where he whispers “Do you want me to tell you what I’m thinking or show you?”

My eyes close. This is a dangerous game he is playing, and I am standing on a cliff ready to say fuck it. Before I can say anything though, he traces his nose down my skin until his lips gently kiss my neck. I feel his lips curve into a smile as a small whimper escapes me. “You’re not the only one with blood on you that needs to be washed off, remember? Plus, this is the only shower here, so sharing seems the quickest and easiest route to me.” He looks up to raise his eyebrow in question and no words come out of my mouth before his mouth is trailing my throat again. I just stand there, paralyzed with too many thoughts and sensations overloading me. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, darling,” he whispers against my throat. “This is as much clothes as we will remove…this time.” His eyes come back up to meet mine and take on a serious quality to them to indicate he is dead serious as he adds “Just say stop and I will. And Talia?”

“Hmm?” is all I can manage.

A cocky smirk of his lips flashes back at me before his lips come within an inch of my own. “I’ll bet everything that I own that you won’t say stop.”

Before I can contradict him, his lips close the small space between us and collide with mine fiercely. I tentatively kiss him back while standing still. The kiss is soft and tender at first, until his tongue meets mine. It acts as a spark to the suppressed longing and heat for each other that we—mostly me—have been fighting. My hands lift to touch his muscular chest and trace their way up until they are wrapped around his neck. He deepens the kiss when one of my hands moves further up to thread through his hair. His hands leave the wall behind me to where one grips my hip to pull me closer to him. The contact of skin against skin brings out a startled gasp from me, and then, I groan as I feel the hard length of him pressing into my abdomen. His other hand rises to gently grip my throat. Nothing that cuts my airway off to where I can’t breathe. Just a slight pressure that says he is in control here at the moment. A shiver races down my spine, and I moan as heat rushes between my thighs.

Jordan growls low in his chest that vibrates against my own. He pulls me away from the wall and under the stream of hot water. The heat of the water trails over me but does not compare to the heat coming off of Jordan or the raging heat inside me as his hands on my body and his lips mold to mine. His hand on my hip moves down my thigh leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the hot water enveloping us until it reaches the back of my knee and lifts my leg to wrap around him leaving me standing on one leg and grabbing onto him tighter for balance. The hand on my throat travels languidly down my chest. I open my eyes to see that Jordan’s are following the path of his hand.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Talia,” he whispers. “And one of these days I’m going to fully worship you, but not until you are ready to accept what this is between us.”

“And what is that?” I whisper back.

I see the corner of his mouth rise in a smirk. “You got to figure that out in your head and in your heart, baby. It’s only fair since I had to work it out on my own.”

His hand continues to slowly move downwards as he speaks, gliding between my breasts and then over my stomach to the waistband of my panties.The other hand moves to splay across the center of my back as a support.

Briefly, I see the last of the blood on us mixed with the water as it travels towards the drain and swirl for a second before disappearing.

“For now, I’ll give you a taste of what it would be like to accept what can be between us.”

My eyes move back to his hand between us in time to see it move beneath the lace of my panties and towards my core. When his fingers make contact with my clit, my eyes slam shut and a gasp escapes me as my head falls backwards. The weight of my body leans into the hand Jordan has on my back and the strength of his arm and tension I feel from him supporting me allows me to let go knowing he won’t let me fall with only standing on the one leg as the other clenches around his waist. I feel Jordan’s lips on my neck as I drown in the sensation of his fingers touching and slowly circling my clit.

Then, his fingers leave my clit, and I’m about to protest when I feel them push inside me.

“Fuck. You’re so damn wet, baby,” he groans.

I whimper as the sensation of his fingers inside me takes over and becomes the focus of my world in that moment. Slowly, he starts to move his fingers in and out, curving them to hit the one spot that sends another level of pleasure rushing throughme, where my skin tingles and my limbs tremble with the intensity of it.

“Jordan,” I moan.

He responds with placing his thumb on my clit as his mouth comes up from my neck to devour my own again. My hips grind forward on his fingers ever so slightly. I feel myself tighten around his fingers, and my desire starts to dampen my thighs with how wet I am. Mixing with the water coming out of the shower head above. I’m overwhelmed with how good this feels. Nothing before now compares, and I’m starting to feel disoriented with the lust and desire coursing through me.

Jordan suddenly growls as if something has snapped in him. He rapidly slams me into the nearest wall causing my eyes to snap open once more. He drops my leg from around his waist and gets down to one knee in front of me.

“Jordan? What are you doing?” It comes out almost in a breathy whine.

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