Nightwolf

“Maybe I like the violence of it.”

His eyes fly open, piercing me in place. “You wouldn’t like that.”

I don’t know if it’s the whisky, the wine, the hot tub, or all these years of build-up, but suddenly I move forward through the water, placing my hands on his shoulders, his skin feeling extra cold compared to the hot water. “I don’t think you know what I like,” I tell him. “Or what I want.”

His focus goes to the swell of my breasts, which are practically in his face, then up to my chin, my mouth, my eyes. “I’m starting to get the idea,” he murmurs.

A sly grin spreads across my face, feeling fully empowered now. I move so that I’m straddling him, my soft thighs on either side of his hard ones. I know I’m being bold now, my bashfulness having dissolved in the hot water, and I’m taking a chance with him because even though he’s giving off all the signs, I still don’t know for sure if this is what he wants. We’re at a point where we could turn around and go back to being just friends, zero benefits, and our relationship could still be saved.

But there’s a line that can’t be crossed and I’m stepping over it, one foot down on the other side, waiting for a signal from him to follow through.

“As I said before,” he says in a gruff voice, his hands skimming down the sides of my waist, his eyes glued to my parted lips. “You’re a tease.”

Oh baby. I give him a wicked smile in response, straddling him deeper until I can feel the long hard length of him pressing up against me, only thin wet fabric between us.

My god.

I can feel him.

I can’t believe this is happening.

“Did you ever think that you’ve been the tease in this situation?” I manage to say.

He tilts his head, appraising me, gaze flicking up to meet mine. “In this situation at the moment?” His voice is even lower now, making my nerves dance. His eyes sharpen with intensity. “I’m definitely not teasing.”

And at that, he brings his hand over my stomach, sliding his lengthy, strong fingers down beneath the band of my underwear, and fucking hell am I glad I got a bikini wax a few weeks ago because his finger slides over my clit and I immediately gasp.

Holy jeez.

That line that I was crossing? He just pulled me right over.

“Definitely not teasing,” he says again, biting his lip as he stares at me. I swear to god he can make me come with just his eyes, so having his fingers swirling over my clit is just icing on the cake.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my head going back as I push my hips down, trying to get more friction in the water, more pressure. He responds in kind, rubbing his fingers harder, though the movement is still so slow and deliberate that, yeah, it feels like teasing still.

“Do you like that?” His voice is rough but also quiet, hopeful. His other hand comes up and cups the side of my jaw. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want more?”

I manage to swallow, staring deep into his hooded eyes as he holds my face, the pressure of his fingers as strong on my chin as they are between my legs. “What do you think?” I say thickly.

“I think you’re a girl who always wants more,” he says, running his thumb over my lips. “Deserves more.”

Jesus.

I delicately bite the tip, sucking on it for a second, watching as his pupils dilate.

Oh, he knows exactly what I want.

He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth as he pushes his finger further down, the pressure increasing against me until I feel like I’m hot lava under his skin. Slowly, he pushes his finger up inside me and I’m immediately clenching around him. Damn, he has large fingers.

Damn, I want more.

When I dreamed about doing this with Wolf, when I imagined the first time we were intimate, I always pictured it happening in a drunken tear-your-clothes-off, fuck-on-the bar type of moment after a long shift in Dark Eyes. But this, this is like a luxurious dream. It’s like being on drugs, in an alternate universe, floating among stars. And the setting is half the experience, being in the hot tub out beneath a dark endless sky brimming with so many stars that it looks like someone sprinkled too much icing sugar.

But Wolf, he handles my body with such skill and assurance, it’s like he’s been waiting for this for ages and has no problems taking his time. As he pushes a second finger inside me, adjusting his large hand so that his thumb presses on my clit, he watches me closely, intently, studying the way my face responds to the pleasure, the little noises that escape from my lips.