“A lot.” His hand slid up and down my spine again. “I really need to make you something to eat.”
“Or not.”
“Stell…” The way he shortened my name felt intimate. I wouldn’t have expected to like it, but I did.
I cracked one eye open. “Stop feeling guilty.”
His cock throbbed. “Guilt is not what I’m feeling.”
“Then fill me in.”
“I want to fuck you so badly I can hardly breathe.” His words came out slightly strained.
“Then do it,” I said.
Graham blinked once.
Then again.
He watched me for a minute, as if he was waiting for me to change my mind or take it back.
When it became clear that I wasn’t going to do either, he held my body to his and rolled us over.
I was on my back as he leaned over me, his cock still buried inside me.
“Are you sure?” His voice was low and raspy, but I knew he wasn’t going to push.
He was so completely opposite of my ex.
And so completely perfect.
“I’m sure.”
His chest rumbled, and he pulled out before filling me again slowly. Inch by inch.
The man was in no hurry—and neither was I.
For the first time in my life, I could see why some people called itmaking love.
After a quick shower together,which turned into a round of rough sex against the tiled wall, we went to the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of sweats, and I had one of his t-shirts on.
My eyelids were getting droopy, but my stomach was growling fiercely enough to keep me awake.
I leaned heavily against the cabinets while Graham gathered what he’d need for whatever he was cooking. When he noticed me drooping, he hesitated for a beat before lifting me on top of the counter.
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
“Any time.” He squeezed my thigh lightly before going back to the ingredients.
I watched him move for a minute.
His entire posture had changed since my wolf bit him. While he’d been quietly confident before, he stood taller now, embracing his height and size a little more. He definitely seemed more sure of himself.
Had I done that?
I supposed it could’ve been the sex. The man obviously had some baggage from his last relationship. Having only slept with a woman who wasn’t even attracted to him couldn’t have been great for his self-image.
“I should probably go back to work,” I said. “And talk to Jade. She’s obviously freaking out, and Abby is great, but not great at calming people down. Or lying. Maya isn’t even interested in trying.”
