She knew the torment of having him so near and yet too frightened to admit her growing desperation for him.
“Then why didn’t you?”
His hand stroked up her back, cupping the nape in a gesture of comfort.
“My first priority is keeping you safe,” he reminded her, a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow as she gave his c*ck a slow pump. “I can’t do that if you don’t trust me.”
“And that’s why you haven’t tried to seduce me?”
He gave a strangled chuckle. “That and I feared you might slice my balls off.”
Smart, smart Were.
He knew precisely what to say.
And how to touch, she acknowledged as his fingers moved from her nape to trace the line of her throat.
“Why tonight?”
“I’d like to tell myself it’s because you have come to accept I only want what’s best for you, but the truth is that I’m not a saint,” he confessed, the rasp of his breath filling the air. “I need you so badly I’m not sure I can survive another night without you.”
Without warning his hands shifted to grasp her hips, rolling her until she was lodged on top of him. Pleasure jolted through her as her already damp flesh was pressed to his thick cock.
“Holy hell,” she moaned.
“Tell me you want this, Sophia.”
She glanced down at his impossibly handsome face that was hard with barely leashed passion.
She’d fought this moment for so long. Ever since he’d walked into Sophia’s Menagerie.
Only now, however, did she realize that it wasn’t her fear of being used to simply pass the time that had made her wary of allowing him into her bed.
But something much darker and far more dangerous.
Something that she couldn’t fight any longer.
“I want this,” she whispered.
His hands skimmed to cup her br**sts, studying her with the measuring gaze of a wolf.
She didn’t know what he was searching for, but she sensed that it was important.
“Tell me that you want me,” he prodded, rolling her tender nipple between his thumb and finger.
Oh ... God.
“I want you,” she breathed.
“Luc.” His voice was thick with need. “Say my name.”
“Luc.”
“Now let me taste you.”
She planted her hands on either side of his head, lowering her body until he could plant an openmouthed kiss at the base of her shoulder. She shuddered, rubbing against his hard erection as his tongue ran a wet path along the line of her collarbone.
He clamped his hands on her hips, holding her tight against him while refusing her the relief of moving.