Page 37 of Tempting Frey
He caressed my cheek, gazing at me with the purest tenderness. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, Oliver.”
“I needed to grow up.”
He looked guilty, but when I stroked his beard, he smiled. I’d already forgiven him for everything.
I wiggled on his knot. The electric sensations were gone, my arousal ebbing to a low hum, but it felt so very nice to be full.
He ran his fingers up my torso, over my nipples, and along my collarbones, following the movement with his gaze. This was how it felt to be wanted. Damn, it was intoxicating.
I scratched through the thick pelt between his pecs, learning the contours of his impressive chest, then I stroked his shoulders. So very alpha. It reminded me of how he looked in his shirt and how he loomed above me when we clashed in his office. The memory made me grin.
Yes, I’d forgiven him for hurting me—he couldn’t have done anything else. But I could tease him about it.
“So. About that guilt you mentioned. Did you fantasize about me in that lingerie?”
Frey looked at the ceiling. “You’re killing me.”
I grinned. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Ugh. I hated myself. For months, I couldn’t look my best friend in the eye. Happy?”
I pressed a kiss to his beard. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“If you want, I can wear it for you again.”
“Argh!”
He smacked my ass cheeks lightly with both hands, and I laughed. He was such an easy target.
“Because I fantasized about you all the time,” I said. “I’ve never thought of anyone else. Every time I touched myself, I only imagined you.”
I thought my admission would please him, but something about it made him tense. Lips parted, he met my gaze.
“Oliver, do you mean…?”
I cocked my head. “What?”
“You’ve never…” He looked terrified, and through our bond, I felt a surge of anxious energy.
“What? You’re scaring me, Frey.”
“Have you ever been with anyone before?” he stammered out.
For some stupid reason, my cheeks heated. “No. Never even kissed a guy. I didn’t want to. I thought you were the one, and I was right by the way.”
His hands tightened on my waist. In response, my heart rate picked up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Suddenly, he sounded angry.
Annoyed, I folded my arms across my chest. I would have moved away, but I was locked in place by his humongous knot in my ass. “There wasn’t exactly time. I was dying out there in the middle of a heat wave.”
“Christ, Oliver! I took your virginity against the wall!”
I clenched my inner muscles, in case my alpha needed a reminder that he was still very much in me, hence my first time wasn’t technically over yet.
“Does it seem to you I don’t like what we’re doing?” I challenged. “Besides, I would have assumed a big, scary alpha bear like you would enjoy having a young, virginal mate.”
