Page 16 of Shift Happens
Milo climbed into my lap with surprising grace, straddling me without breaking the kiss. His smaller body fit perfectly against mine, and I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against me. My hands found his waist, slipping under his t-shirt to touch warm skin.
He gasped into my mouth, arching into the contact. “Finn,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve wanted this since I first caught your scent.”
The echo of my fantasy from weeks ago made me groan. “Me too,” I admitted. “Since… god, since that morning after the full moon.”
He pulled back slightly, eyes wide. “When I woke up naked on top of you?”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling my face heat. “Kind of hard to ignore my attraction after that.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “I could smell your arousal. It was… intoxicating. I wanted to turn around and climb right back on top of you.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked, hands sliding higher under his shirt, exploring the lean muscle of his back.
“Wasn’t sure if it was just a physical reaction,” he admitted. “Humans sometimes get aroused without specific intent. And you’re my boss. And my research subject.”
I laughed softly. “Is that all I am to you? A boss and research subject?”
His expression grew serious. “No. You’re the person who didn’t run when you found out what I am. Who helped me when I was hurt and scared. Who treats me like I’m more than just a clumsy wolf trying to play human.”
Something tightened in my chest, and I pulled him closer, burying my face in the curve of his neck. “You’re so much more than that, Milo.”
His arms wrapped around me, holding tight. I felt him tremble slightly and realized this was as new and overwhelming for him as it was for me, but for different reasons.
“I’ve never…” he started, then paused. “In human form, I haven’t…”
I pulled back to look at him. “You haven’t been with anyone as a human?”
He shook his head, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Wolves mate differently. And I haven’t been human long enough to…”
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I assured him, though my body was practically screaming in protest at the thought of stopping.
“I want to,” he said quickly. “I want everything. I just… might need guidance.”
The trust in his eyes nearly undid me. I kissed him again, slower this time, trying to convey everything I couldn’t put into words.
“We’ll go as slow as you need,” I promised against his lips.
“What if I don’t want slow?” he whispered, rolling his hips deliberately against mine.
A groan escaped me at the friction. “Then we’ll figure it out together.”
I shifted our positions, laying Milo back against the pillows and hovering over him. His hair was mussed, lips reddened from our kisses, eyes bright with desire. He’d never looked more beautiful.
“Can I take this off?” I asked, tugging gently at his t-shirt.
He nodded eagerly, lifting his arms to help. I pulled the shirt over his head, revealing the lean torso I’d glimpsed that morning after the full moon. He was more defined than his small frame suggested, with subtle muscle under smooth skin. A light dusting of hair trailed down from his navel, disappearing into his jeans.
“You’re staring,” he observed, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Because you’re gorgeous,” I told him honestly.
His blush deepened, spreading down his neck to his chest. “Your turn,” he said, reaching for the buttons of my shirt.
His fingers fumbled slightly with the buttons, and I helped him, our hands working together to undo them. When my shirt fell open, Milo’s eyes widened appreciatively.
“You’re bigger than me,” he said, hands exploring my chest with curious touches. “Broader.”
“Is that okay?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
