Page 12 of The Witch's Werewolf
Instead, I offer another truth. “Maybe you have a secret crush on me.”
This makes her laugh, and she pushes against my bare chest. “Cocky much?”
I’m too aroused by her touching me to answer that. I let out a low growl and lean in, nuzzling her neck. My favorite spot, where her scent is the strongest.
She sighs, and in response, my hands go to her hips and draw her closer. Her eyes and fingers roam over my chest and up over my shoulders.
“Cherry,” I murmur. She lifts her gaze to meet mine, forcing her face to tilt up. I lean in and take her bottom lip between my teeth. Just a little nip.
Her mouth opens to me, and I slip my tongue in, tasting her warmth.
Cherry presses her body against mine as we deepen the kiss together. There’s no way she’s missing the erection through the thin layers that separate us.
The need to mate with her is constant, and the closeness now is amplifying that need by a thousand.
My cock twitches, and abruptly, she pulls back from the kiss. Not finished with her yet, I trail kisses down her throat, over the smooth skin at her shoulder.
“I must have terrible morning breath.”
I smile as I lick and nip and kiss. “You want me to stop kissing you?” I ask.
She lets out a small, frustrated moan. “No.”
“Good.”
My mouth follows the trail of her neckline, down to her breastbone. The soft material of her dress would be so easy to rend, giving me everything I want. I want to see her naked. I want her under me. But I need to give her time to adjust. She needs to be sure she wants this as much as I do.
Because once I mate with her, we mate for life. That’s it for me. And that can be a lot to handle for someone just learning about werewolves.
Chapter
Four
Cherry
It hasto be a love spell.
Why else would I feel like I’m in such a pleasant haze, with all the facts laid out before me?
Which is precisely why I should stop this.
But here’s the thing. I don’t want to stop.
And neither does Timber. With my arms anchored around his stiff trap muscles, he nuzzles my breasts through the material of my dress.
It feels so good, I can only imagine what it would be like to shed this dress and let him do whatever he wants.
It would be so easy.
His lips find the bump that is one of my nipples and zero in on it, nuzzling and teasing it until it pokes through like a hard pebble. He repeats this with the other one, nudging and rubbing his face over my curves. The heat builds in my core, and I can’t help but start to rub the outside of his leg with my thigh, effectively hiking my dress up.
Timber’s hand moves down from my hip, gripping my leg and pressing his erection against my soaked panties.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Cherry.”
I smile. “I’m a mess and I need a shower.”
He growls.
