Page 54 of Bad Wolf's Nanny
Mostly to get a rise out of her. It was so easy, riling her up. It had slowly become his favorite hobby. But now, with fingernails digging into his skin and unleashed fervor, he knew she was claiming her retaliation.
And he was only too happy to oblige.
They were a tangle of teeth and hands and movement as they fumbled into Dane’s bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind them, knocking over several items as they went. Dane was pretty sure he accidentally sent his dresser crashing to the floor as he braced against it, needing to leverage to strip Lola of her remaining clothes, but he didn’t care.
He couldn’t focus on anything other than her.
She was beautiful.Fuck, she was beautiful.
He wasn’t one for poetry, or sappy metaphors about goddesses or angels or beauty in general. He was happy to leave that shit to Felix and Nicolas. But even he knew that the woman in front of him was something special.
She was all softness, all rounded curves and smooth flesh. Nothing like him, all hard lines and roughness. Her breasts and hips swelled out, her pale stomach was gently soft, her long legs delicate and dainty. Her riot of dark curls tumbled over her shoulders, a shock of rich color, enhanced by the swollen red of her lips.
Someone like her…someone so refined and elegant and pure…
It wasn’t for him to sully her.
He was all brute, hardly any brains. He knew that, and it had never bothered him before. He was straightforward, as subtle as a fist, loud and boisterous andbig.He half feared he would break her in half just by touching her.
She needed someone more like her. Someone who could match her wit and challenge her mind. Someone whose hands didn’t look so rough and violent against her skin.
And yet, she was here. Kissing him. Pulling his clothes off with the same aggression he had shown. Her warm brown eyeswere clear of their normal hesitation, fear. It was like she had unleashed herself. Beneath the polished exterior, her spotless skin, her doe-like limbs, he was able to glimpse the wolf.
So he decided to stop worrying about breaking her and accept the gift that was being given.
After all, he was a simple man. Put a beautiful woman in his arms, one who seemed maddeningly able to drive him wild with her every word, and remove her clothes…
He was only a man.
Without stopping to break their kiss, he picked her up in one smooth motion, her legs wrapping tight around her hips and her arms winding around his neck, fingers curling in his hair. Her nipples, hard and pointed, ground against his chest, and he groaned into her mouth.
Her responding whimper had him harder than he thought possible.
She seemed so small in his arms. She was not a short woman, nor was she all slender athletic lines like some of the females in the pack, and yet she barely weighed a thing. Dane thought he could die a happy man with her naked and panting in his arms.
He dropped one hand to her rear, his palm large enough to span her entire ass, his fingers curving around the irresistible swell of her hip. He wanted to bite her there, mark her ashis, leave his imprint on her perfect flesh.
He pressed her into him, her core hot and slick against the lower muscles of his torso, and she groaned and bucked into him with reckless want.
So this was what happened when she finally turned that brain of hers off. Finally let herself justbein her body asopposed to worrying so much about what the world thought of her.
Fuck the world. She was perfect. And he was going to show herexactlyhow perfect she was.
Without opening his eyes to look where he was going, he stumbled forward towards the bed, his shins colliding with the wood. Reaching out blindly, he dropped them both down to the mattress, never once relenting his assault on her lips.
She had opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to battle hers, hot and heavy and dominating. She was putting up a good fight, thought, fingernails scraping against his back, legs tight around his middle.
She knew what she wanted. And he was only too happy to give it to her.
But still, he paused, pulling back. She wasn’t just some cheap lay, some one-night stand he could use to vent out any frustration or pent-up energy. She was the woman looking after his son. Looking after his home. Cooking for him and making sure he ate and listening to him andcaring.
He owed her the same.
“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling back, their chests heaving and breath mingling, “Are you okay?”
She blinked at him, her beautiful, deep brown eyes wide with shock and something close to…adoration?
“Yes,” she said, tightening her legs around him for emphasis, “yes, it’s fine, I mean…it’s been a while, so…”
