Page 42 of Can't Help Growling in Love
It’s a good thing the window is cracked open. I still press my knees together in an effort to hide the scent of my pussy getting wet, but Asher’s quiet chuckle tells me he notices anyway. I’m about to protest about how unfair it is that his senses are so much better than mine, but a glance at his lap shows me definitive proof of his arousal. The thick length of his cock strains under the soft fabric of his sweatpants.
If I wasn’t afraid of causing a traffic accident, I’d take him out and stroke him off right now. My body burns at the sight of him, hard and ready for me. The knowledge thatImade this beautiful man reach this state so fast is heady. But then he’s got me trembling, too, and all we did was engage in some mild dirty talk and held hands.
It’s actually ridiculous, the way we’re responding to each other.
Maybe it’s a werewolf thing? I glance at him, wondering how to ask without being insensitive, but right then, he turns onto his street. His overgrown front yard comes into view, and I’ve missed my chance.
“Here, let me,” he says.
He grabs my bag so I don’t have to carry it, then guides me toward his front door, his palm resting lightly on the small of my back. It’s such an insignificant, instinctual gesture, but it warms me from the inside. When Asher and I first met, I’d chalked up our instant attraction to lust, but this goes way beyond that. A guy who only wanted to get me in his bed wouldn’t invite me to stay with him, let alone spend hours in my basement, helping me clean up.
Yesterday, I’d been too exhausted and worried to think through what’s happening between us. I’d been grateful for the lifeline he threw me, but now I see things for how they really are. Something inside me unclenches, a worry I’d been carrying without realizing it.
I’ve been falling for him too fast for comfort, but it feels safer if he’s falling as well.
At the door, I step on my tiptoes and kiss the edge of his jaw, lingering to inhale his seductive scent.
He smiles down at me. “What was that for?”
I shrug. “I just wanted to give you a kiss. I like kissing you.”
His smile widens. “That’s great information.” He unlocks the door and allows me to step in first. “I want it on record that I want nothing more than to kiss you for real right now. I want to take you to bed and lick you all over. But we both need a shower and some sleep, or you’ll be dead on your feet tomorrow at work, and I’ll probably fall asleep in the booth and screw up the entire night program.”
I watch him hungrily as he closes the door and leans back against it. “And I want it on record that I want you to do all those things to me, too.”
His eyes blaze golden, the muscles in his arms popping. He’s visibly holding himself back. “But we’ll be sensible adults and do what needs to be done, right?”
I toe off my shoes and move back, in the direction of his bedroom. “How about…we showertogether?”
I take another step, and Asher’s nostrils flare with interest. I know he’s scenting me—and something about my retreat must be triggering an instinct in him, because he prowls forward, each step soft on the wooden floors. I glance over my shoulder to see where I’m going. I face him again, and he’s closer than before, his eyes glinting in the low light of the hallway.
“Oh!” I let out a squeak, some dormant part of me telling me torun.
I give in, turning quickly on my heels, and scurry down the hallway toward Asher’s bedroom.
He’s on me in a second, his arm wrapping around my waist to yank me off my feet. I swallow a scream, barely. My back hitsAsher’s front, and he pulls me close, his tongue hot on my neck. My senses on high alert, I draw a deep breath and relax instantly as his scent washes over me, more potent than ever. He pushes me against the wall. I brace my hands on the smooth surface and arch into his touch, moaning. He cups my tits through my sweatshirt and grinds his hips over my ass.
“Asher!” I reach back to grab the back of his neck and dig my fingers into his fur. “Shower. Now.”
His growl is all the warning I get before he turns me around and hauls me into his arms. I wrap myself around him, kissing every inch of him I can reach. Then we’re in the bathroom, wrestling with our clothes to get naked.
“N-no sex yet,” I gasp. “We need—not ready.”
“I know,” he growls.
He tugs me into the shower and turns the water to hot. The first spray is cold enough for me to shiver, but it warms quickly, and I stand under it, letting the water wash away the grime.
“I need to make you come, June. Can I do that? I need to feel—fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.”
He reaches between my legs and runs his fingers through my pussy lips, swirling the fingertips around my clit. I jerk at the contact and dig my nails into his arms. His gaze narrows as he follows my cues. He slides a thick finger inside me, and I nearly come from the perfect pressure.
“You’re already squeezing me. I clipped my claws for you this morning.” He licks my ear and adds another finger inside me. “So fucking tight. We’ll have to take care of that before I give you my cock.”
“Asher!” I ride his hand. “Y-yes! But you’ll feel so amazing.”
I grit my teeth against the rush of sensations pulsing through my body and reach down for Asher’s cock. He’s making me feel so damn good, I want to return the favor.
But he grasps my hand and catches my other wrist, too, then pins both above my head, forcing me to arch my back for him.
