of his people. It hadn’t escaped my memory that the girls he’d dated in his youth had all been from the local tribes.
Lakota slid my foot aside and lifted the other to hold. My leg looked so pale against his chest. “When I moved your Jeep earlier, I heard your music,” he said, evading my question.
I didn’t press. This would be our last night together. “That’s my uncle’s music.”
He winked playfully. “Sure.”
And there we were, back to our playful banter. I couldn’t bring myself to hold any kind of grudge against him for long.
He wiggled his toes in my face. “Aren’t you going to wash my feet?”
I shoved his leg away and bent my knee, my foot suddenly resting right between his legs. When I felt something twitch, I placed the sole of my foot over his shaft and slowly stroked. His eyes hooded, and his cheeks flushed. The moment he arched his back, I moved my leg away and gripped his lengthened erection in my hand. The skin was taut, like pure muscle within my grasp.
Lakota looked like he was coming apart at the seams, his arms hugging the edge of the oversized tub, his expression hungry and filled with need. I let go and caressed his thigh, his stomach, then went down to parts of him where he’d never known a woman’s touch.
He jerked forward, the motion so swift that as soon as he pulled me onto his lap, I was facing away from him. Once situated, I reclined my head on his shoulder and realized his erection was tucked between my legs, protruding from the front. His soft lips kissed my jaw before he nibbled on the shell of my ear, making me squirm. I whimpered when he pinched my nipples, which hardened against the cool air. In return, I cupped my hand over the length of him, giving him one erotic visual.
“You need to stop doing that,” he whispered, his voice quavering.
“You started it,” I whispered back, rocking my body as I continued stroking.
The way his rough hands petted my body had my wolf howling. The seduction was so gripping. The need for him, the yearning, it was sweet torture, and I never wanted it to end.
A gasp escaped my throat as he sucked on my neck, his hands squeezing my breasts and pulling me tighter against him. Water splashed against the rim of the tub, threatening to spill over. I slid up high so that when I moved down again, he was inside me.
Lakota bit down on my shoulder, his moan barely contained. I rocked my hips in the only way I could.
“I’m going to touch you, female,” he growled, his hand sliding down to where we were joined. When his fingers found our connection, he circled them fast and purposefully. A sharp orgasm hit me so suddenly that my entire body locked up. My back arched, and I let him give it to me.
Boneless and panting, I became aware that Lakota needed his own release. I forced myself to keep moving. Writhing on top of him, my slick body moved in a serpentine motion as my head fell back on his shoulder. Water sloshed to one end of the tub and back, some spilling over the edge. It suddenly felt like his hands were everywhere.
“I need to claim you.”
Though I wasn’t sure what that meant, I clenched my walls around him. “Claim me,” I said. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again.”
“Claim me.”
“Not that,” he growled, on the brink.
Somehow, he began pumping from beneath me while moving my body the way he wanted. I no longer cared about splashing water or the noises our bodies were making against the tub. Candles flickered around us, and it was as if the entire world had disappeared. I could barely think as he begged me to say it again.
“I’m yours.” That time it came out like a needful moan.
Lakota’s arms tightened like a boa constrictor, and every muscle hardened like stone as he came. It looked like it took considerable restraint for him to keep from screaming, and oddly, that turned me on even more. I became intoxicated by him, marveling how every sound that unfurled from him was one that I had drawn out.
Water lapped against us until it finally stilled. He never once let go, and his embrace was so certain, a confirmation that I was safe in his arms. I savored him, and my pulse quickened when he softly kissed my neck.
Lakota finally caught his breath. “I