Page 55 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

“What?” I ask confused as to what he is referring to.

“Your little giggle there. It’s cute.”

“Don’t let the cuteness fool you into a false sense of safety, big boy.”

This time, he chuckles. “Big boy?”

“Yes,” I smile up at him.

“Don’t worry. Your reputation as a kick ass woman is still safe with me despite the giggle.”

“Good, now are you going to keep on talking or come join me?”

A devilish grin smiles back at me.

He grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it up and over his head and tosses it into a corner. The sculpted and defined muscles of his chest stare back at me. His chest is lightly covered in black wiry hair that I want to rub my fingers on but resist the urge as his hands now move to his belt. The leather whooshes through the belt loops of his jeans before clattering to the floor at his feet. He then bends down and removes his shoes and socks to where all that is left to take off are his jeans.

His hands move to the button and zipper of his jeans, and as he pulls the zipper down, he stares directly at me. “You sure about this, darling? There’s no going back once we do this. You’re mine.”

My heart lurks with joy that he is checking in with me and giving me the chance to stop this if I want. He’s giving me a choice no matter how much he desires me, if the bulge in his pants is any indication. But there is no way in hell I don’t want this. That I don’t want him or that I will stop this.

“I’m sure,” I whisper without breaking eye contact so he can see that I am dead serious and want him just as badly.

“Good,” he whispers with a nod.

He grabs the edge of his jeans and pulls them down. When he completely takes them off and kicks them to the side to join his shirt in the corner, he stands before me completely naked, revealing his long, hard cock. I can see the veins running along the length, and his balls hang heavy.

All over again, my core clenches and is filled with liquid heat at the sight of him. He is pure masculinity. Handsome, muscled, and has a cock that would make any pussy crave to befilled with but only mine gets the honor of its presence tonight. The triumph I feel with that thought must be translated into the smile I flash to Jordan because he growls and lurches forward to then crawl on the bed until he is between my thighs and hovering over me.

He leans down to kiss me at the same time his fingers brush against my pussy and then delve between my folds to play with my clit. God, he is really good at that.

As I arch my back up off the bed and come in contact with his chest, I remember at that moment that I am still wearing my bra and shirt. I can’t feel his skin pressed against mine completely and the urgent desire to feel nothing between us at all drives me crazy. I lean up and push against his chest. Jordan pulls back and looks at me in question.

“I’m still dressed from the waist up and need to catch up with you.”

“Let me do it.” He leans up on his knees and grabs the hem of my shirt to pull it off. I’m left in my bra, but he doesn’t make a move to remove that as well. He just stares at me with desire burning in those deep blue eyes. I squirm as he just stares.

“Jordan?” I ask in question of what he is waiting for.

“Just needed a moment to prepare myself.”

I laugh, “They’re just like any other set of tits.”

“No, they’re not. They’re yours, and I have been fantasizing about them—among other things—for weeks now.”

He finally moves with that statement. His fingers tickle my spine as he unhooks my bra and then traces his hands from my shoulders and down my arms, taking the bra straps down along with them. With me fully uncovered, he stops and stares again. “You’re perfectly gorgeous,” he states in hungry awe.

My face flushes with the praise, and I reach out to touch his chest. I feel him shutter the moment my fingers make contact with his chest. The fact that I can cause the same reactions inhim as he does in me when he touches me fills me with pride and glee.

Jordan leans forward making me lay back down on my back and allowing him to hover over me again. He bends his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth while kneading the other one, eliciting a gasping moan. The longer he touches me, the more I need and the more I need him inside me.

“Jordan, please.”

He detaches himself from my breast and moves up to kiss me. His legs move further between my own causing them to spread, and I feel his cock press against the entrance of my core. The anticipation in me increases. I need him, and he seems to be moving in slow motion, even though I know he isn’t. Despite my urgency to have in me, I’m delighted in the time he is taking in dragging this out to be able to savor it and feel completely in tune with him. To feel connected and cherished. To feel as if he wants this to last forever.

“I don’t think I can hold out any longer, Talia,” he moans against my mouth.

“Then don’t. I wantyou, Jordan. Now.”

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