Page 23 of Shifters' Fated Summer
“We should talk about something else,” I choked out, “or just be quiet.”
“You really think you can sleep when you’ve been thinking about me and Cade?” Luca whispered.
Huffing, I nestled into my pillow. He was right, and I hated that he was so smug about that fact.
“I recommend letting off some steam. You’re wound way too tight.” His whisper was so quiet, I strained to listen. He followed it up by nuzzling against my neck. My thoughts went blank.
“I know you don’t want me touching you. But if you wanted to, I don’t know, handle things yourself, I’d be happy to keep an eye on you. Maybe offer some advice.”
This man was out of his mind.
“Have you ever done that before?” he asked, reading my silence correctly. I couldn’t keep anything from him. It was infuriating.
Silently, I shook my head.
“Slide your hand under here,” he whispered, gently guiding my wrist until my hand replaced his. His light tap on the back of my hand had my fingers sliding under my waistband.
What the fuck was I doing?
Luca had me under some sort of spell. It was the only explanation for following his instructions.
The waistband slid over the back of my hand, pressingmy fingers into the soft skin of my lower abdomen.
My breath quickened, and behind me, I could feel Luca’s chest move faster too. His excitement made me bolder. It dared me to do something I never would normally.
“I can smell how wet you are. Touch between your legs and feel it.” I could have perished from the growl in those words.
Shaking, I slid my fingers lower, through the soft hair and over the most sensitive part of me before they met the absolute mess of slick arousal between my folds.
I gasped at the feel, and Luca groaned. He rolled his hips against my ass, like he couldn’t quite help himself. The idea that I had this male so heated was intoxicating. I wanted to push him further.
His words were a heated mumble as he pressed his face against the nape of my neck. “Take your time, see what feels good.”
Biting my lip hard, I let out a whimper. His voice and the feel of my fingers against my sensitive vulva had me trembling. Experimentally, I dipped my finger inside myself, causing my hips to twitch.
“That’s it, good girl,” Luca murmured, vividly reminding me of my dream. But this time, it was only Luca holding me tight, speaking filth into my ear.
Rubbing my fingers together, I tested the wetness. It was glossy and slippery.
“You can smell that?” I confirmed in a whisper.
“And it’s so tempting,” he growled. “Now bring some of that up to your clit.”
My exhale was shaky as I swiped my finger to gather up the moisture. I wondered what he would do if I pulled out my hand to show him. Would he taste it?
The urge to tease him was blanked from my mind as my finger brushed over my clit. I’d never felt this sensitive in my life, like every nerve in my body was concentrated there, and Luca had lit it on fire. My entire body shuddered.
“How does that feel?” His words were short and breathless.
“Really good,” I panted, allowing his excitement to drive mine higher. “Really fucking good.”
“Take it as slow as you want,” Luca whispered. “Make it last.”
There was no way to draw this out. I didn’t have the control and with Luca pressed against me, it felt like I could come from his words and the feel of his body alone.
“More,” he whispered, and I felt his lips brush my neck, right behind my ear.
I couldn’t help but obey his instructions. Within seconds, my vision went white. My thighs shook, and his hand over my belly pressed down harder, smashing me against his rock-hard erection.
