Page 37 of The Reluctant Wolf and His Fated Mate
She sank back against the back of the hot tub, swallowing the rejection. “Is there something out there? Is that what’s bothering you?”
His jaw tightened and then he shook his head. “Sorry. It’s just—work stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Just work,” he repeated. “It wouldn’t interest you.”
She glanced around the mountain, didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and finished the glass of wine. Gritting back the frustration, she climbed out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself. “I’m going inside.”
Damon followed her in. Once inside, he pulled the curtains closed, which he hadn’t done since she stayed here. Her phone was still plugged in and playing. Michael Bublé sangMoondance. When she went to turn it off, Damon stopped her.
He offered his hand to her. “Can we dance?”
She had a towel wrapped around her as he did around his waist. “Like this?”
“Like this,” he repeated. He stepped closer to her and wrapped one hand behind her waist. With the other, he raised her hand and swayed with the music. He smelled so good, as always, with that wild forest scent that made her want to inhale more deeply around him.
He was so tall that she faced his wall of solid man chest, not that it was an issue. As he led her around the living room, she leaned her head against him. The heat of his body warmed her.
“We should be dancing to this outside, don’t you think?” she asked. “Dancing under the moonlight.”
He pulled back and stared down at her. “I’d much rather be alone with you inside.” He stopped moving and then caressed her face, smoothing his thumb over her bottom lip. Then he bent down and kissed her.
This was nothing like the chaste brush of lips outside. This time, he held nothing back. He deepened the kiss, leaving her breathless.
He teased her with hot kisses along her jawline before moving down to the delicate flesh on her neck. A ripple of desire left her trembling. She tilted her head, which encouraged him to continue.
His fingers trailed down the side of her throat and then over the top of her breasts. In the next heartbeat, he unwrapped her towel and dropped it to the floor.
“I want to see you.” He rubbed his thumb over one of her nipples, both of which were hard peaks straining against her bikini top. He reached behind her back and untied the strings, baring her breasts.
She stared up at him, watching, waiting.
“Beautiful.” His eyes brightened with more gold. He caressed the side of one breast and cupped the full undersides. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger over her nipples, making them ache for more of his touch. When he continued tracing his fingers down her side, she took in a shuddering breath.
Wearing almost nothing, she felt too naked. She reached down and unwrapped the white terry cloth towel covering his lower body. “I want to see you, too.” When she dropped it, his erection tented his swim trunks. Oh my, impressive. That would be difficult to ignore. She bit her lip and then smiled to herself, more than willing to give it a go. Lowering her hand, she stroked his hard length through the wet fabric of his trunks.
He moaned. “That feels so good.” He scooped her in his arms and she yelped in surprise. “My bed. Now.”
The deep rumble of his tone excited her. “Yes.” Her voice sounded low and edged with her desire.
He carried her into his bedroom and lay her onto the soft, white cotton sheets on his bed. Her bikini bottoms were still wet, but neither of them cared. The music from the next song on her playlist, “Sway,” carried into the room.
When Damon lowered his weight on her, he took her mouth again in a deep, hungry kiss.
As he caressed her body, her skin burned. His lips traced from her throat down until he had reached her breasts. He licked and fondled each one, teasing her nipples with his fingers. Damn, it felt so good. He was skilled in drawing pleasure with each stroke.
With one hand, he reached between her legs, circling there, rising higher. She squirmed, desperate for more. When he cupped her mound, her lower body rose as if by instinct.
He then moved along the seam of her bikini bottoms, teasing her. Her breath came harder against his mouth. Finally, he slid his fingers beneath the wet fabric and touched her needy flesh. Her body trembled and she sighed.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice husky.
“I want you, Damon.”
A low growl emanated from him, signaling he was on board. “Let’s get these off.” As he slid the final piece of clothing off her, she waited with heady anticipation as he gazed at her like she was a decadent piece of dessert. The scent of desire seemed to fill the air.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Sophie.” He ran one hand over his jawline. “And trust me, I’ve envisioned this countless times over the last six months.”
