Page 19 of Wolf's Son
Thankfully, Wolf had a comb on the counter. I didn’t think he’d mind me using it. I also found a washcloth that I used to clean my face.
Once I felt halfway decent, I stepped back into Wolf’s room. My gaze lands on my dress lying on the floor. I didn’t know if I should put it back on or not.
I decided to stick to wearing Wolf’s shirt for now. Maybe once he’s been to my house and cleared it for me to go back over there, I can run over therewithout any of the other neighbors seeing me. Not that they’re that close. Houses on this street were pretty spaced out.Just so happened mine and Wolf’s houses were a bit closer than the others.
Taking a breath, I finally leave the bedroom in search of Wolf. I find him sprawled out on the couch, back to the cushions, Kale sleeping peacefully on his bare chest. One hand was up over his head, the other holding Kale to him securely.
I wish I had a camera. The sight of the two of them together is beautiful. Priceless.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so magnificent—such pure beauty. Watching the two of them together, I memorized it for later. I might not have a camera, but I have a good memory. Seeing them this way inspires me, and I really hope to get to my studio today to start what I’ve now got in my head.
Wolf stirs, and I shove the thoughts away, seeing as his eyes crack open to look at me.
“Hey.”
Oh my, that gravely sinfully sexy voice sounds more enticing when he’s just waking up.
“Hey,” I greet him back, knowing good and well my cheeks were on fire.
Wolf shifts on the couch, sits up, stands, and places Kale in a little seat where he keeps on sleeping.
“How’s he feeling?” I manage to ask as he straightens and steps toward me.
“Got his fever to go down,” Wolf remarks, coming to stand right in front of me, his arm going around my waist.
My breath catches in my lungs. I try to inhale and exhale, but I find myself frozen, staring up at Wolf. I don’t know what to expect, though it surely wasn’t him wrapping his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest. I definitely wasn’t able to think past his lips coming to rest against mine or the way my eyes fluttered closed when they did.
Wolf doesn’t just press a chaste kiss to my lips. His lips guide mine open, and his tongue slips inside. It’s not the first time I’ve been kissed, but it is the first that made me feel something go straight between my legs.
I slide my hands upward to wrap them around his neck, holding on tight as he tightens one arm around my waist, the other coming up to tangle in my hair.
Never before have I felt something so intense. Especially the tingling along my entire body. I find myself moaning into his mouth and earning a growl of approval from him. Between one second and the next, I find myself pressed against the nearest wall, Wolf’s body pressing deeper into mine.
Oh heaven, this man was built like a brick and felt amazing pressing into me. I tighten my arms around him and hold tight, wanting, no needing, more of his touch. I could feel his arousal pressing into me.
Feeling him, I was hot. Wet even. I knew what I was feeling between my legs. Never before have I felt anything like it.
Wolf slides a hand along my side, downward, and it’s then that Kale cries, ending the moment. With a heavy, reluctant sigh, the man kissing me pulls away. If I weren’t already leaning against the wall, I might have slid to the floor, but the wall was holding me up.
I watch Wolf cross the room to pick Kale up and cradle him to his chest.
“You’re all right, bud,” he says sweetly. The way he spoke to his son caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach. It’s sweet how he acts with the little boy.
Wolf’s gaze comes to mine, and he watches me closely as he asks, “You mind holding him a minute while I get his bottle made?”
Nodding, I don’t use words. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. Stepping away from the wall, I move to him and allow him to put Kale in my arms. Looking down at the little boy, I finally find words. “Do you want me to go change him while you get his bottle ready?”
I lift my gaze just in time to see Wolf’s nod.
“Yeah, everything is in his room.”
“Okay.”
With him going to the kitchen, I head to Kale’s room. I find it’s very organized. At the changing table, I get Kale changed and cleaned up. He’s not as feverish as he was last night. In fact, he didn’t seem to have a fever at all. That was good, means he has to be feeling better. Right?
Wolf finds us just as we’re coming out of the room, and I find myself asking a question without thinking. “Would you like me to feed him while you . . .” I let my words trail off, not wanting to think of what he could be doing.
Possibly showering.
