Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

“Haven’t finished.” Not done with you.

“But I thought you—”

I sink down on the bed and lick my lips. I feel like a wolf licking his chops. I’ll scare her if I keep this up, so I scramble for an explanation.

I can’t. Can’t explain it even to myself.

So instead I lift my hands to her shoulders, skimming over her slender collarbone.

“What…?” she begins, and I shush her.

“One more drawing,” I say and grip the straps of her top. “Is this okay, Embers?”

I wait until she nods, and when she does, my fucking breath catches.

Shit, I’ve been dying to do this, to stroke her soft skin, to see more of her. She’s watching me, a blush coloring her cheeks, and my dick twitches in my pants. I’ve never felt so close to coming only by cupping a girl’s soft shoulders and staring into her eyes, so clear you’d think the darkening blue in their depths is her soul.

Time slows as I tug the straps over her arms, and slowly peel the fabric from her body, baring her to me.

Holy fuck. I thought she’d be wearing one of those strapless bras underneath… Nope. No bra. And goddammit, she’s fucking beautiful. More beautiful than I imagined her to be, and that’s after jacking off to the image of her. But her tits, man… Round and larger than I thought they’d be, crowned with rosy nipples that are hardening as I watch, rising to peaks.

“Jesus, girl,” I whisper, my pulse pounding until I think my heart will break out of my chest. “You trying to kill me or something?”

“You’re the one who wanted to take it off,” she murmurs, and damn, her voice, low and silky, wraps around my raging hard-on like a ribbon, pulling and tightening.

“I was. I am. I mean, I want it.” Hell. I need to grab my drawing pad and pencil, but as she draws a long breath, her tits rise and fall, and I can’t… Fuck, I don’t know if I can keep away.

I don’t think I can.

I thought I could. Guess I was wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time in my life.

“JJ.” Something dark flares in her eyes.

She wants this. Wants me, and the knowledge slams into me so hard I think I’m gonna come just from that. Don’t know why the fact this specific girl wants me gets me so turned on. But oh man, it does.

The trick is not stopping to question why she’d want someone like me, if she has realized what I am and what I’ve been. Question what she really wants from me. ’Cuz that’s shifty ground. Quicksand.

I bend over her. I run my mouth over the juncture between her shoulder and neck, where her pulse jumps, and she moans, her nipples hard against my chest as she shifts on the mattress.

I’m panting, seconds away from pushing her on her back and slamming into her. Or going down on her. Or sucking on her tits until she comes from that. Whatever she prefers.

“What do you want?” she asks again, more softly, and this time I give in.

“I want you,” I say and lay her down.

Chapter Thirteen

Amber

Wow, I think as my back hits the mattress and Jesse Lee leans over me, hands planted firmly on either side of my head, his wide mouth crooked in a half smile. I don’t know when I stopped trying to resist him and gave myself up.

He screws girls for fun, Amber. What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?

Maybe. Probably. Hell yes. But I want him too much. Could be if I sleep with him I’ll get over him. God knows the handful of times I’ve been with a guy in the past had me running for the hills. No reason why it should be any different now.

Although I don’t want to run. Not from him. He’s fun and kind and fascinating and oh God, so gorgeous.

Holy crap, Amber.