Page 20 of Outcast
Now that I didn't have to force us apart, I wanted to devour everything about him.
As I moved to set the coke down on the counter, my eyes ran over his toned back, and for the first time I felt a hint of inadequacy around him.
Had he brought other women here? Would my lack of experience disappoint him?
Pulling out the barstool next to the counter, I winced as it made a horrible scraping noise. I hadn't expected it to be made of real wood and so damn heavy.
I sheepishly grinned when he turned towards me. "Oops."
Chuckling good naturedly, he reached up into a cupboard, pulled out two shot glasses, and motioned for me to go to the couch. "Let's get comfortable. No need to act all stiff and proper at the bar stools."
My nerves skyrocketed over where I should sit on the couch.
Right next to him? Would that be too much? I didn't want to look clingy.
This whole relationship thing was new to me, and I found myself drowning in the uncharted territory.
You can do this, Kira. Stop overthinking every little thing.
Dropping the bottle of whiskey and shot glasses onto the coffee table, he relaxed into the corner of his couch, arms extended on the top of the cushions like he didn't have a care in the world. Cool as a fucking cucumber.
Rounding the corner of the sectional, I hesitantly placed the coke bottle onto the coffee table and promptly decided that the floor looked like the safest spot for me.
Dropping down onto the plush white rug, I crossed my legs in front of me and began petting the rug like it was an animal. It was just so soft that I couldn't resist it.
Smooth, Kira. Really fucking smooth.
Milo raised an eyebrow at me like he was concerned for my sanity, and I couldn't help the shrug that I sent back to him. That made two of us, babe.
Babe? Where had that come from?
He looked like he had a sudden epiphany as he slid forward off the couch and onto the floor, scooting a few inches towards me, so that when he sat, our legs touched.
"You know I don't expect anything out of this night other than to finally get to know my mate with nothing else getting in the way?" His face held a mixture of fear and contentment. An odd combination.
What did he have to fear?
His soothing tone and relaxed posture made me realize that I was acting ridiculous. I had known Milo and his heart for years now. Our feelings for each other had blossomed well before we knew we were fated, and it honestly didn't matter if he’d entertained other women here before me. I was adult enough to know that the past was the past.
I pursed my lips and lifted a finger to them as if in thought, tapping them lightly. "Well, what if I expect more out of this night than that?"
Before I had a moment to process his movement, he was on top of me and pressing my upper body gently to the ground with his chest brushing against my own. My nipples pebbled underneath my shirt, the light smattering of his chest hair scratching against them.
His left hand found my hip as he squeezed gently and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, forcing me to tilt my head up. His stubbly facial hair scraped against the sensitive skin, sending an instant flare of need to my core.
My back arched involuntarily, and he pressed a kiss to my neck before muttering in a husky tone, "I promise you, I will fulfill whatever your expectations may be, mate,” ending with a soft bite to my exposed skin.
Inside, my wolf rose to the forefront, demanding that we make him submit to us, not the other way around.
A small growl rumbled from me, and I found myself pushing him to the side and swiftly switching our positions. The speed and gracefulness with which I maneuvered shocked the hell out of me. I guess I could thank my wolf for that.
Settling on top of him, I felt his hard length pressed through the thin material of his sweatpants between us. Rubbing myself along him, I moaned softly as the pressure on my clit sent sparks of desire through me.
Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes at the sensation of this moment. I could smell his arousal for me, and I was certain he could scent mine. My animalistic side demanded release, and I wasn't going to deny it.
His large hands grabbed my waist and ground me harder onto his length, setting a back and forth motion while rocking up to meet my hips. A groan escaped him at the heightened sensation, and our gazes locked. He refused to look away as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down while his eyes issued a challenge.
Fucking hell, that was hot.
