then pulled away enough to cup my mons with his hand. “Or here?” He dragged a knuckle over the seam of my shorts, sending shockwaves of pleasure to my clit. If it felt that good with his clothes on, then I was in big trouble here.
He bit the fabric over one of my breasts. “Or maybe here?”
I tugged at the hem of his shirt, dying to see if he had washboard abs. I just knew he had to.
Yep.
He did. He helped me by reaching back and doing that sexy one-handed shirt-removal thing that I thought only the guys in movies knew how to do.
Oh glory be to Jesus. The man—wolf—whatever, was beautiful. Gloriously solid muscle, a hairy chest that just begged to be scratched with my newly grown nails. Nails that weren’t good for playing the violin.
“How about all the places, darlin’? You want my tongue everywhere?”
“Yes, please.” I sounded completely breathless.
He rubbed between my legs again. “Seeing as how you asked so nicely…” He trailed his tongue from the hollow of my throat down between my breasts.
He pushed up my tank top. “Can I take this off, Natalie?”
Oh God. Hot and respectful. This could be a simple make out session if that was as far as I wanted it to go. He’d stop. He’d kiss the hell out of me, maybe even get me to come with his hand over my shorts like we were teenagers.
That wasn’t what I wanted. If I was to have him for just a little fun, I wanted all the fun. I owed it to women everywhere to see this guy naked. Get that dick in me and take it for a ride.
“Mmm hmm.” I lifted my torso up a bit, making him shuffle up onto his knees, so he had room to tug the shirt over my head, and I waited for him to unhook my bra while he was at it. “I love that you asked, big man, but, um—you’ve got the green light.”
He stroked my hair back. “Aw, darlin’. Are you telling me I’m in charge?”
I was pretty sure I blushed to my roots, but I nodded. I figured he had way more experience than I did. I definitely didn’t want to be driving this show. Not when he obviously had the moves.
“I always was.” Cocky bastard.
His eyes took on that curious otherworldly glint as he took in my breasts. I wasn’t big, but he didn’t look put off. Far from it.
My gaze tracked down between our bodies to the bulge in his jeans, and I noted two things. One—wolves definitely were bigger than humans. Two—he was rock hard for me.
He didn’t rush. No, Rand gave me everything I hoped for, lowering his mouth to my right breast and licking and teasing my nipple as he squeezed and kneaded the left.
I moaned, finding his beefy shoulders with my fingers and hanging on for the ride. “Rand,” I cried out when he bit my nipple. That little bit of pain went right to my clit.
“Aw, fuck, darlin’. Keep calling out my name like that in that sweet, needy voice of yours, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
I nearly came right then. This was so much better than all the lights-off, awkward-polite couplings I’d had with musicians or artists. Rand was all alpha male—confident in his sexual prowess and swoon worthy in his approach… even after gently putting a spider outside.
He switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, but he moved his hand back between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together around his fingers, needing more there. More pressure. Penetration. Satisfaction.
“Unbutton those shorts, darlin’,” Rand rumbled when he lifted his head, briefly. He flicked his brows and grinned at me. “See? I’m not asking this time.”
A zing of pleasure went straight to my core, as if the mere suggestion of his sexual dominance would make me come. Had he known I wanted him to take charge or was it a given? If I’d been bossy, would he have let me dominate him?
Yeah, he’d have let me. I knew he was in charge, and I wanted him that way. It got me hot.
I reached down, fumbling hurriedly to open the shorts. I shoved my own hand down them, shocked at how swollen and wet my folds were.
Rand captured my wrist and pulled my hand out then brought my fingers to his mouth, holding my gaze as he slowly sucked my juices from the tips. “Mmm. I knew you’d taste