Page 55 of Can't Help Growling in Love
But he just shakes his head and opens the passenger-side door for me. “Get in the car, June.”
The quiet growl of his command has my nipples pebbling beneath my t-shirt. It turns out, I love a bossy Asher, so I hustle up and clip myself in before he even rounds the front of the truck. His focus remains on the road the entirety of the short drive, but he rests his big hand on my thigh, gripping me as if afraid I’ll jump out at an intersection and flee.
To calm him, I palm his thigh in return, drawing soothing circles with my thumb. He lets out a ragged breath, but his grip on me lightens.
My touch calms him, and I love that knowledge. The balance of power between us seems better now I know that—a single kiss can set me on fire, so it only seems fair that he should be affected by me as well, even if it’s in such a small way.
He parks in his driveway and is out of the car before I can so much as lean in for a kiss. The door on my side flies open, and Asher plucks me out, swings me over his shoulder, and carries me to the front door.
I giggle, bracing my hands on his back. “Asher! Put me down.”
His fingers twitch on the backs of my thighs, but he obeys the order. “Don’t-don’t move away from me. Keep touching me.”
The raw need in his voice lights me up. I slide my palms under the hem of his sweatshirt as he unlocks the door, then walks me backward into the dim hallway. The moment the door shuts between us and the outside alarm is armed, Asher presses me to the wall and kisses me deeply, his tongue teasing mine.
He drops the book bag with a thud. I grab hold of his shoulders, and he takes my waist and lifts me, so I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on, my entire body buzzing. Every nip of his sharp teeth has me gasping, every lick of his clever tongue takes me higher, until I’m rocking my hips, trying to ride the thick ridge of his erection.
“Bed,” I demand, “or couch. But I need to touch—oh!”
Asher stomps down the corridor, and with every step, the hardness of his cock nudges right between my legs. With anyone else, I’d be holding back the sound of my pleasure, but I need Asher to know that I’m just as turned on as he is, so I don’t stifle the moan that works its way out of my throat when I feel the hard bulge of his knot, nor when my nipples drag against his chest.
He pushes into the bedroom but stops at the edge of the bed, frowning down at me. “I need to let you go.”
I snort out a laugh. “Yeah. But only for a moment, so we can get rid of the clothes.”
His fingers twitch on my hips as if even this short interruption is too much. Then he releases me so I can slide down his body. He groans but takes a step back to rip his hoodie off and over his head. The movement leaves his fur sticking up, and I grin at him, then smooth the ruffled strands gently.
“I love your ears.” I run my fingers over the velvet-soft tips, amazed at how they twitch at my touch. “Are they sensitive?”
“Very,” he rumbles. “But there are better parts of my body for you to touch.”
He pushes down his sweats, and he’s naked again, his gorgeous body on full display.
“Oh?” My breath catches in my throat at the sight of his massive cock. “Yeah, I-I can see that.”
He grins, a wolfish expression that does things to my insides. Hurrying now, I tug off my jacket and t-shirt, then shimmyout of my leggings. Then I’m standing in front of Asher in my underwear, exposed to his gaze.
Yesterday, we were both fully naked in the bathroom, but right now, this feels even more intimate because we’re not rushing as much. I reach behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra, but Asher touches my arm gently.
“Can I…?”
I stifle a smile and turn my back to him. His fingers brush my skin, and I shiver, my nipples pebbled to stiff points. Asher undoes the clasp and lowers the straps down my shoulders. I let the bra drop to the floor, then lean back into Asher’s warmth. He puts his hands on my hips, his fingers clenching on the softness of my belly.
“You can touch,” I whisper. “I want you to.”
His warm breath hits my neck as he curls his big body around mine. He reaches up slowly and cups both my breasts. The soft pads of his hands feel amazing on my skin. I arch into his touch, needing more from him.
He seems to understand my silent plea. When he squeezes my nipples, I let out a ragged breath.
“Yeah?” He licks a hot stripe up my neck, tasting me. “How hard do you like it?”
I grit my teeth against the stunning sensations and try to answer coherently. “Depends. On how turned on I am. Right now, you can—you can go harder.Fuck yes, like that.” I lift my hand to bury it in the soft fur of his ruff. “You’re great at this. But when I’ve been teased for a while, they can become oversensitive. I’ll tell you.”
Asher squeezes me harder, his fingertips tugging my nipples into stiff peaks. “Promise?”
“Promise,” I gasp. “Always. Show me what you need. I want to make you feel so good, too.”
A growl rumbles through his chest, a tremor I feel all along my back. “You think this doesn’t feel good for me?” He releases my tits, takes my waist, and turns me around to face him. “You think I’m this hard because I’m notenjoyingmyself?”
