Page 78 of Ravaged Wolf
Per my plan, I finish my tidying on the far side of the fire, close to the shallow stairs he built so Granddad could get in and out of the cabin on his own.
I smile at him. He smiles back, brow hitching in silent question.
I don’t reach for the bond like Nia. It’s too dramatic a move for me. I just focus on the steady flow that runs quietly between us and imagine that it’s a strong vine instead of formless energy. I grab it and coil it around my fist.
Both of his eyebrows rise, and his soft smile breaks wide. He stands.
I tug. He stalks forward, and our eyes lock above thecrackling fire. He stops about a foot away and cocks his head. It’s a dare.
I back up one step, two, three. I tug again.
He steps up to the first stair.
I back up the last three steps. He follows like we’re dancing in slow motion.
I slip off my flats and set them in their place at the far edge of the top stair. He bends over, makes short work of unlacing his boots, and sets them in their place next to mine.
I open the door without turning around.
His big grin fades to a gentle curve of the lips. I reach out a hand. He takes it. I lead him through our common room to the door on the left. The hardwood floor creaks beneath our feet, a newly familiar sound I’ve grown to love. A few weeks ago, I helped lay the boards. I handed them to him as he tapped them together with a block and mallet and nailed them in place.
I pull him into our bedroom. His breath quickens. He knows what I’m doing. He must. Please God don’t let him freak out.
Don’t letmefreak out.
I am not going to think about what is going to happen. I’m just going to think about what I’m doing next.
I reach past him to shut the door and back into the room’s small open space until I’m standing a few feet away against the foot of our bed. I grab the hem of my dress. His lungs catch.
I pull it over my head and let it fall to the floor. His wolf rumbles in his chest.
I left the curtains open, so the room is filled with moonlight. My skin glows. The dark doesn’t hide anything, but he’s felt all the skin he can see. He loves to cup my breasts, stroke my belly, smooth a hand down my arms, trail his fingers down the back of my thighs and over my calves tosqueeze my feet in his big palm and play with my toes until I giggle so hard that I snort.
This is safe. I’m safe.
He’s not coming any closer. I don’t think he’ll move until I tug. Or ask. My flushed face heats at the idea. I could never ask.
I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the crook of my elbows. He swallows a groan. His gaze darts between my breasts, my nipples puckering in the air, and my face. I can’t tell if he’s checking my mood or if he just likes looking at my face as much as my bare boobs.
Tension gathers low in my belly. Whatever the reason, I like it. I ditch my bra and hook my thumbs in my panties, dragging them down and kicking them off.
All of a sudden, the game levels up. Trevor hasn’t moved, but his stance has changed. His muscles are tensed, and his hands are clenched, but not all the way into fists, like he’s being careful not to do anything that I might read as aggressive.
I’mnot afraid of him, but my body is nervous as hell, and as always, the past looms in my head, in the background now, but capable of bursting out at any second in a rush of panic, a flash of horror, or the echo of a scream.
It’s a live bomb that I carry around. So does Trevor. We’re standing here, face-to-face in a field riddled with land mines, and I’m naked.
I tilt my head.
He blinks, kind of shaking himself off, and peels his shirt over his head, quickly following that with shucking his jeans and boxers. I knew he wouldn’t make me be alone.
His stomach muscles are tensed into cut ridges. His swollen cock sticks up straight in the air.
“What are you doing?” he asks. It’s a weird question with both of us naked and me clearly staring at his dick.
“Seducing you.” I dart my glance away from his very thick, very red erection to check his expression.
His lips curve into a painfully sweet, gently sad smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “I’ve already been seduced.”
