Page 74 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
We were both still fully clothed, but his shirt had started to ride up a little.
When he let go of my wrist, I let my hand slide right up under the hem.
He cursed under his breath, but he didn’t stop me, at least not immediately.
A moment later I was on my back with Brady hovering over me and my arms pinned above my head.
“Is this what you want?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Am I who you want?”
“The only one I want,” I softly told him.
He stared at me for a minute with wild eyes. I imagined he was puzzling out his options before lowering his head and capturing my lower lip as he lightly nipped at it.
I was already growing wet and ready to beg for more and he hadn’t even fully kissed me yet.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“Brady,” I said breathlessly. “I want you, and I desperately need you.”
“You’re safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me.”
I didn’t need those words but after all I’d shared it felt like he needed to say them.
“I know,” I whispered as his mouth captured mine in a toe-curling kiss.
He finally freed my arms he had pinned above me, and I set to work quickly relieving him of his shirt.
“Mmm,” I said appreciatively when he pulled back long enough to pull it over his head.
He was cut to perfection, exactly as I’d dreamed he’d be.
My hands openly explored every inch of his chest and back. If he wasn’t keeping my mouth and tongue busy with his, I’d have licked and kissed my way across his body.
His breathing was growing heavy when he broke our kiss. In record time he had my shirt off and was working on my bra.
“I’ve been dreaming of these tits since the first time I laid eyes on you in that bar.” He cupped one in his large hand and smiled. “A perfect fit. Exactly as I imagined.”
I considered some snarky response, but then his thumb lightly brushed my nipple and my brain short wired.
“So perfect,” he praised dipping his mouth to replace his thumb as his other hand began toying with my other breast while he nipped and licked, flicking his tongue against my hard peak in a way that had me clinging to him, unable to find my voice to cry out.
It was almost too much. My head was spinning with pleasure. It had never been this good when touching myself.
He moaned appreciatively while all I could manage was a few mindless mews.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I cried out, as his hand slipped under the band of my jeans.
“Mmm. You’re so wet for me.”
My hands erratically reached for his pants.
