Page 94 of Broken Wolf Heart
She laughs, and it’s real and light, the tension melting from her shoulders. For the first time in a long time, I feel her relax in my arms. I hope that means this place will be a haven for us.
“Come swim with me,” she says, tugging on my hand.
And fuck if I can say no to that.
The sun’s almost down by the time we strip to our underwear and slip into the pool. The water is cool but not cold, a relief after the heat of the day. The waterfall splashes beside us, and the forest beyond the fence hums with cicadas and birdsong.
Lexi floats on her back, her hair fanning around her like a halo. I tread water nearby, arms resting on the rocks, watching her like I always do—like I can’t believe she’s real and mine.
She suddenly flips upright and swims toward me, water streaming down her face.
“What?” I ask, instantly wary of some threat.
She splashes water in my face.
I blink, stunned. “You did not just?—”
Before I can finish, she’s swimming away, laughing.
I chase her, grabbing her waist beneath the water and pulling her back to me. She squeals then gasps when I spin her to face me and pin her to the edge of the pool. I realize I like this version of her—of us. The playful, carefree version where we get to horse around in the pool. I haven’t seen much of this side of her, but I’ll do just about anything to make her safe enough that I get more days like this.
“You’re in trouble,” I murmur.
Her eyes sparkle at my threat. “I regret nothing.”
I press her against the rock, my hips grinding into her and transforming this moment from playful to sexual because damn if I can stop myself. Her legs wrap around me without hesitation, her hands slick against my shoulders.
I dip my head and kiss the hollow of her throat, noting her pulse beating strong like a siren call for my wolf.
She’s breathless now. “Grey…”
I raise my head. Her eyes are dark, dilated, lips parted. So fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.
“What is it?” I ask softly.
“Are you okay?” she asks, concern in her expression. “With everything that’s happening to you. With your wolf? Is this okay, I mean?”
My fingers tighten on her hips, and my erection strains against my boxers. “This is exactly what I need, princess. You anchoring me by giving me your body. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” Her answer is breathless.
Concern melts into need. I know because I can scent it, and I nearly groan at how delicious her need is.
She looks like she might say more, but I shut her up with a kiss. Slow and deep. I pour everything into it. Every shattered piece of me that she held together these past few days. Every breath I’ve taken since meeting her that has only been because of her existence and presence in my life.
When I pull back, I press my forehead to hers. “My wolf needs this, Lex. You’re the only thing that keeps him strong enough to fight this darkness.”
Her breath hitches. “My wolf feels the same way.”
“I don’t want distance from you,” I say, my hands roaming over her smooth, wet skin. “I want to be buried in you. I want to feel you everywhere until I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
Lexi rocks her hips against me. “I want that too,” she whispers.
That’s all the permission I need.
We stumble inside, dripping wet, a tangle of limbs and mouths. My desire to take her right there in the pool is overwhelmed by the need to taste her on my tongue.
Just inside the bedroom, her bra peels away easily, and I drop to my knees to drag her soaked panties down her thighs, licking the drops of water from her skin as I go.
