Page 31 of Runaway Wolf
Maybe that was odd that she’d never had a comfortable silence.
Isaac’s truck pulled up on the side of the cabin, right next to her car.
“Are you still staying?” Caitlin asked, this time her voice small and unsure.
His gaze sought hers, the eyes the ice-blue of his wolf. When he spoke, it was the growly, raspy tone that might be the animal closer to the surface than him.
“Do you still want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
He dipped his chin, just one small nod of acknowledgment.
She reached for the door handle at the same time he did and she scooted out of the car in the same amount of time it took him to race around the car to get to her side.
His nose twitched when they entered her cabin. His shoulders stiffened and a loud rumble moved up his chest. He shook his head hard, stifling the snarl. Suddenly it felt like there was a mile between them, like they hadn’t made strides in their relationship earlier.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. I can just smell your mark stronger in here. Maybe because it’s a closed-in space, it’s amplified. It’s making me crazy.”
Of course. When she’d gone to his house, the square footage was larger and open. He’d had a hard time in the car, but she assumed that was because he was upset since the mark had been freshly done. Maybe she just lost the shot at him sleeping inher bed. Damn Rhett. But she wasn’t ready to let go. “When I left your pack meeting last night, did you change?”
He nodded.
“Does that mean your wolf is sated for a while?”
He nodded again, his eyebrows knit in confusion.
“Maybe… instead of marking me, maybe you can wet my fingers and I’ll rub them on the spot? Think you’ll be able to tolerate me more?”
It took him a minute to answer. “I think it won’t be as effective. When we physically put our mouth on you to mark you, hormones freely mix with our saliva.”
“Hormones? Do you feel something? Is it sexual?”
He shrugged. “It can be.” But he looked slightly uncomfortable, like she’d openly asked him if he masturbated. It was adorable and yes, she knew the answer.
“Maybe we can try? Just something light? A kiss or something? Anything for me to wet my fingers?”
“Come here.”
He took her by the hand and sat on the sofa, then pulled her down next to him.
He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. His mouth was warm, and a tingle started at the first contact, disappearing as the fluttering began in her belly. His breath was minty and he growled as he kissed her again, a little deeper. His tongue flicked out, tasted her, and she moaned at how wonderful it felt. How tingles swayed her belly, how her heart raced suddenly. He pulled her onto his lap, rocking her gently. The movement wassmooth as if practiced and she couldn’t even imagine how much strength he had to cart her around, a full-grown woman.
He kept kissing her and slowly she began to melt into him. She caressed his chest, slid her hands underneath his shirt to feel the abs that rippled beneath her touch, buried her face against his throat and inhaled his scent. God, those ridges of muscles were so hard, so defined. So sexy.
He pulled away and took her hand, then brought her fingers up to his mouth and sucked. And whoo boy, no one ever mentioned how erotic that could feel. How the pull on a person’s fingers pulled something deeper inside, near her core, hot and grtty.
He released her fingers with a little smack and they tingled as she trailed them down his full bottom lip, then pressed them to her neck. She hoped this took, if even a little.
He angled his head, kissed her forehead, and waited—just waited—for her to offer her mouth again as she explored the planes of his chest.
It didn’t take her long to miss those kisses and she raised her lips to his to taste them again. They were slowly becoming familiar. His tongue twined with hers, danced with hers, and his lips left delicious smacking sounds.
She became aware of the hard ridge that had magnificently swelled under her bottom. That, all that, was for her. He couldn’t hide how much he wanted her. She twisted around, spread her legs on either side of his hips, and straddled him. Now, her core touched the hard rod in his pants. Could feel the heat between them.
He hissed in a breath at the contact, and her lips curved. Slowly, she began to rock her hips back and forth.
