He squeezed her a little tighter. “I’m sorry again that I gave you cause to think it was about you. It was about me but it was stupid how I did it. Your saying all this means a lot. Now that you’re here…if you walked out of my life I’d hate it.”
They were silent for some time. She was sleepy and warm, and it felt right there in his arms.
“I’d hate it too. I don’t understand it. The way you make me feel, I mean. I’m not a quick decision kind of person. It took me nearly a year to decide on what couch to buy.”
He snorted. “Witches are control freaks.”
“We are? Or I am?”
“Every witch I’ve ever met. I should have remembered back to what you were like in high school. Is your room still brutally organized?”
“If you put everything where it’s supposed to go, you can always find it later.”
“I love how prim you are when you say that. Water’s getting cold. Should I top us off with more hot or are you ready to get out?”
“I don’t know. What are your plans if we get out?”
He slid his hands under the water to take her breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. “Depends on what you’ll let me do to you?”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve got a blank check in that department.”
“Hm. I have credit? Nice.”
He spun her, and she went to her knees as he caged her with those powerful thighs.
“You’re crazy-hot when you’re clothed, but naked? I’m not sure I’ll survive.” His grin was nearly a leer, and it filled her with a rush of emotion. Joy, lust, amusement, affection. She tipped her head back and laughed.
She wanted him. Even if it was only for a brief period of time before they both went back to their lives.
He stood, and she wrapped her legs around him to keep from falling. Not that she didn’t enjoy all that strength. Good gracious.
“A girl could get used to a man in her bed with werewolf strength,” she murmured as he wrapped a towel around them both and carried her through an adjacent doorway and into his bedroom.
He laid her on the bed and took her in from head to toe with so much raw desire on his features her breath got caught.
“So fucking beautiful.”
She blushed but soaked up all the attention in any case. His cock, wow, she really couldn’t seem to stop returning her attention to it. Rock hard and ready.
She licked her lips, and he groaned, tearing her attention from his cock to his face.
“I want to take my time with you and you go staring and it makes me forget the slow.”
“You gonna use that on me?” She nodded at his cock, and his grin made things south of her belly button tighten and get wetter.
“You wanted me to help you forget. It’s probably going to take a few hours.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as he bent and took her left foot in his hands. His big, strong hands.
“Either you have a thing for having your feet touched or I did something else you really like. Your pussy smells so good, Michelle.”
“Hands,” she gasped out as he nuzzled her instep and his stubble scratched that sensitive skin in all the right ways. “I have a thing.” She moaned as he kissed her ankle and bent her leg, his lips moving along her calf.
“A thing about hands?”
He got to his knees on the bed and kept kissing her calf, pausing at her knee before switching to the other foot and leg.
“Yes.” A breathy gasp that meant more than just his question. Yes to whatever he wanted. However he wanted it.
She’d never wanted anyone the way she did right then. Not even back in the day when she had him. Things were different. They were different, and yet, he knew her in a way no one else on the planet did and it was enough.
He gripped her tighter, sliding the aforementioned hands up her legs to her thighs, spreading them wide and holding her that way.
She nearly choked at the way it felt.
“I’m not sure I truly appreciated the heightened sense of scent I have until right this moment when your pussy got even hotter and wetter when I did that.”
She had to close her eyes a moment. She’d never actually had a man use dirty talk during sex. It was totally underrated.
He settled against her, lying on top of her but keeping most of his weight off. It was…good to be held down like that.
His mouth met hers with similar strength, his teeth nipped her lip before his tongue swept inside like it was meant to be there.
His muscles bunched and relaxed as he moved against her, stroking against her skin. Her magick rose, unbidden, bringing a gasp as she knew it drifted over his body like a caress.
He opened his eyes slowly, carefully, the normal color having bled into that otherworldly green of his wolf.
“Your magick is nearly as tasty as your skin.” The burr of his wolf was there. Her magick liked it. She realized her magick seemed to be apart from her as well as an integral part of her existence. It wanted his magick.
“I’ve never been with a witch before.” He tipped his head back and breathed in deep. “I like it. Whatever you’re doing with your magick, I mean. The rest of you is something I like too.”
She tried to laugh but got lungs full of his scent, and she writhed beneath him, bringing the sharpness of his gaze back to her.
Was it him? The combo of him and her? Was it her magick and his? Whatever it was, like him, she’d never experienced it before. Maybe it was because she’d never had sex with another Other, and it was always like this. But given his response she didn’t think it was that either.
“I’m not doing it on purpose. It would seem my magick really likes your wolf. Or something like that. Don’t let this go to your head, but it’s never been like this with anyone else.”
His smile though, wow. Her nipples ached when he gave her that look.
“How can that not go to my head?” He shimmied down her body a little, licking over her nipples until heat rolled through her, leaving her nearly boneless.
She supposed he had a point. But she couldn’t think about it right then with the edge of his teeth against her nipple.
“You’re really good at that.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. It had to be the stress and grief of the last days. Or something. Or maybe two Others getting down? Whatever.
“You’re overthinking. I can tell.” He kissed the swell beneath her nipple and then licked and kissed down her ribs and the hollow at her hipbone.
She laughed, but it strangled into a moan as he breathed warm air over her pussy but didn’t stop, continuing to kiss his way over to the other hip.
“I’m not! I can’t even speak much less think in any coherent way.”
Her fingers slid into his hair, and she held on and tried not to order him to get those kisses and licks to the right.
“I only want you to think about this.” He took a long, slow lick through her pussy and up to her clit that stole her breath.
“No problem,” she managed to say, though her words were barely intelligible.
He slid his tongue up into her, making her arch on a gasp.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, holding her up as if to serve himself of her body. All while he continued to devastate her pussy with his mouth.
It wasn’t like she was small or delicate. At just a hair under five and a half feet tall she had been shorter than most of her boyfriends. But Josh was just so big. His strength, the ease with which he held her and did what he wanted with her body made her shiver with delight.
He shifted a little, finding her clit with that tongue of his. Swirl and suck, swirl and suck until she couldn’t stop the “please” from escaping her lips as she tugged him closer by the hair still in her hands.