The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

I slowly approached the piano, the volume of the music growing louder. When my hand rested on the surface of the instrument, she finally realized she wasn’t alone.

Her slender fingers stopped playing the keys, the music coming to a halt and making the silence sound so ugly. With embarrassment in her eyes, she lifted her gaze and looked at me, as if she’d been discovered doing something wrong—not something magical. “Jesus…you scared me.”

I stood at the piano and watched her, seeing the beautiful glow in her eyes fade away as her concentration was broken.

She pulled her hands away from the keys and stood up.

“Keep playing.”

She held her stance as she stared at me, considering what I’d said. Then she lowered herself back down but didn’t return her hands to the keys. Arwen was never self-conscious about anything, even getting rejected by a man. But knowing I’d been watching her this entire time clearly unnerved her. It was the only time I’d ever seen her so unsure of herself. “I think I’m done anyway…”

I took a seat on the couch facing the piano, watching her and hoping she would change her mind.

The silence continued—because she was so damn stubborn.

“Did you write that song?”

She turned to me, slightly horrified I’d heard it. “Yeah…”

“It was beautiful.”

She looked down again, dismissing my comment.

“You know I don’t lie, Sheep. If I say something, I mean it.” I wouldn’t inflate her damaged ego with false praise. If she’d sucked, I would have stormed into the room and told her to quiet down. I wouldn’t be sitting there now, staring at her with new eyes, if I didn’t mean my words.

She lifted her gaze again.

“You write a lot of your own music?”

“All the time.”

“I never knew that.” I’d never asked her about her musical talents. I’d never really been interested in her, not the way most men were. To everyone else, she was beautiful, talented, and fascinating. I took her for granted. “Was that song about your father?”

Her eyes immediately filled with emotion, like I’d pressed an invisible button that made her lose her sanity. It was a touchy subject for her, losing the only man who ever loved her. “Yes…” She sniffed then looked at the piano again, like it was her safe place.

“I liked it.”

She stared at the keys for a long time before she stood up. She brushed her hands over her dress and smoothed it out before she stepped toward the couch. “I didn’t think you could hear me.”

“I like hearing you.” The second I heard the music, it washed my stress away. It made my muscles relax, made my body hum to life. It made me aroused, made me want to hear music from her lips while I was inside her.

She stopped and stared at me for a moment, like those words meant something to her. But she turned her head and stepped away, dismissing them altogether.

My hand grabbed her wrist, and I steadied her.

She still didn’t look at me.

I slowly tugged on her arm, pulling her in my direction so she would come into my lap. But I didn’t pull on her so hard that she didn’t have a choice. She could either move with my suggestion, or she could move away altogether and walk out.

She let me pull her. Closer and closer she came, her knees hitting mine once she was close to me.

My hands grabbed her hips, and I pulled her onto my lap, making her legs straddle my hips so she was directly on top of me. Her dress rose up her thighs, and I took it a step further and pulled it above her hips. Last night, my desire couldn’t outweigh my rage, but right now, I wanted this woman. The music had stopped, but I was still under her spell, still hypnotized by her voice.

I rested my neck against the back of the chair and looked up at her, my hands feeling her curves. I started at the bottom of her ass, touched the curve of her cheeks, then slid into the valley of her back. Farther up I went, taking the dress with me. I slowly pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the couch.

Her perfect and perky tits were right in my face, so round and firm with nipples made for sucking. They were pale but flushed with color as her heart brought blood to the surface of her skin. Little bumps erupted across the surface, showing her arousal as well as her discomfort.

I took a moment to look at her, to stare at this perfect woman on my lap. In just her panties, she was a wet dream. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever been with, possessing the kind of beauty that would make other girls spiteful. My hand reached up and yanked the tie from her hair, letting the strands fall across her shoulders. Still slightly curled from last night, they reached the bottom of her tits, the perfect length.