Page 5 of Running with Direwolves
“Can I be? Tonight at least?” He pulled a lock of hair over her shoulder. His touch was delicate and gentle.
For a moment she wondered about pointing out their age difference but held it in. There was no point spoiling the mood. “I’d like that, Tarl. Tonight at least.”
He kissed the shell of her ear and set about opening the buttons on her shirt. When they were undone, he slipped the material from her shoulders and undid her bra. The cups loosened and still looking in the mirror she watched as her breasts were exposed.
Tarl was watching too, and when the bra had been dropped to the floor, forgotten, he cupped her breasts in his big hands. She moaned and let her head fall back onto him. It was so good to be touched.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm on her cheek. “So beautiful.”
She appreciated his words. He was a guy who could have any woman, likely both pretty girls at the bar at the same time, yet he’d come home with her. Destiny or fate, or the alignment of stars, had worked in her favor for once.
“I want to worship your body,” he said. “Slowly, starting here and working my way down.”
The mirror was steaming up and she spun in his arms. “That sounds like a plan I could get onboard with.”
He grinned, a seriously sexy, almost feral grin, and shoved at his pants.
Sienna pushed at her cargo trousers and stepped from them and her panties.
“To tell the truth,” he said, his cock springing free from his boxers. “Been a while since I was with a woman too.”
She tipped her head. “Does that mean you’ve been with a man?”
He laughed. “Would that bother you?”
“No.” She took his hand and stepped into the running water. “Not in the least. Two guys together are hot.”
“You’rehot.” He circled his arm around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss.
This one was more urgent, and his erection was trapped between their bodies. She roamed her hands over his flesh, learning his shape, the expanse of his shoulders, and the dips and rises of his biceps.
“Need soaping up?” he asked onto her lips.
“Sure.” She reached for the shower gel.
He filled his palms with fragrant white suds and began to smooth them over her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, her ass, and the tops of her thighs. When his fingers slipped between her legs she gripped his shoulders. “Oh … yes…”
“You’re perfection,” he said. “Exquisite.”
“No, I’m not … but you are.” His wet body shone and small drips sat on his long eyelashes.
“Huh, I’m just a hairy guy.”
“A fit, hairy guy.” She stroked down his abdomen and took hold of his cock.
He gritted his teeth and his shaft jerked in her hand. “Careful with that, it’s ready to go.”
“So shall we take our fun to bed?”
“No.” His eyes flashed. “This will do.”
Suddenly she was in the air, her back against the cool shower wall, and her legs wrapped around his waist. “Tarl!”
“We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”
“Yes.” She nodded and was aware of his cock probing her entrance. “We have.”
“Good.” His body was tense, desire fizzing from him. “’Cause this will just be orgasm number one.”
