“I’m trying…”
“You’re the only woman for me. I’ll wait as long as you need,” he said.
That gave her hope. She bunched his shirt in her fists, feeling the heat radiate off him. He was a force, his shadow swallowing her whole. If she knew he was sincere, she’d let him fuck her right here on the rocky beach. But she kept worrying he was a player, trying to get her in his bed before he dumped her and looked for his next victim. “Please don’t play games with me. I’m not the kind of girl that sleeps around.”
“No games. I know exactly what you are.”
Bethany tilted her head to the side. “What am I?”
“Untouched. A virgin.”
She swallowed hard. How could he know that? Was it an assumption because she was so unattractive? Had she said something last night and forgotten? No, that wasn’t something she would have mentioned. “You don’t know that,” she said.
“If I’m your first boyfriend…” He leaned down and kissed her temple then trailed kisses along her jaw down to her neck. Her knees began to wobble as she swayed on her feet. He had some kind of power over her, pulling all her desires to the surface. “I can smell your innocence. Taste it on your lips.”
This guy was something else. Her pussy flooded with warmth, her eyes fluttering closed. He reached around her, his hands moving lower until they cupped her ass. His erection pressed against her stomach. Knowing how hard he was turned her on even more.
“Is that a problem?”
“You’re perfect.” He peeled open her cardigan and began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t stop him. She felt so chilled and exposed once her shirt opened to reveal her lace bra. Her nipples pebbled when he pulled one of the bra cups down, revealing her breast. His mouth was on her so fast, she squealed from the onslaught of electric pleasure racing through her. He sucked on her areola and nipple, his tongue flicking her in just the right way. “All mine,” he said with a growl.
The possessive tone in his voice traveled all the way to her clit. She wanted to be his in every way.
“Caleb…”
She had no words. Somehow, she’d forgotten her fears, the cold, the darkness, and only focused on the way his lips felt on her skin.
“The full moon is tempting. I want nothing more than to claim you tonight. Here. Now.” He slid his palm down the front of her pants, cupping her pussy over her panties. She cried out, not realizing how tightly wound she was. The pressure from his hand nearly brought her to orgasm. “But I want you to trust me, so we’ll wait.”
She almost wanted to scream “no” because she didn’t want this night to end.
“I trust you,” she said. Bethany reached up on her tippy toes and kissed his jaw, reaching up to pull his neck down. The roughness of his stubble and the rustic scent of his skin were like aphrodisiacs. He slipped his hand out of her pants and shackled her wrists down at her sides. He was so strong. So capable.
“Stop tempting me, little one. I want to be a gentleman tonight.”
She nearly stomped her feet like a child. The pulse in her pussy was all-consuming, and she wanted Caleb’s rough hands all over her.
A wolf howled in the distance, but closer than before. There was rustling in the bushes behind them and a deep growling sound she almost thought was the wind.
It wasn’t.
“Caleb,” she whispered.
He let go of her wrists and turned to face the forest. She’d jump into the lake if she had to, but that was almost equally foreboding in the near pitch black. “It’s okay, Bethany. You’re safe.”
The growling grew louder. She cupped her hands over her mouth and nose, adrenaline running wild through her veins. Caleb was going to get hurt, but there was nothing she could do to help. She had nothing, not even her purse.
She’d just gotten the best boyfriend ever, her future looking promising for once, and he was going to get eaten alive.
“Caleb, don’t go,” she said. He ignored her and kept heading to the noise. She could scarcely see him now as he blended into the dark shadows.
The grunting and rustling grew louder until it sounded like two snarling animals ripping each other apart. The trees shook overhead, the earth seeming to tremble. She backed up until her sandals hit the edge of the water.
Whatever was attacking Caleb would come for her next. There was nowhere she could hide. Tears welled up in her eyes as her fear grew to unbearable levels. They’d be telling stories in the diner for years about the waitress who got eaten by wolves. The diner would probably become a tourist attraction and Joe would rake in the big bucks.