Page 82 of Ice Wolf
All I could think about was wrapping my lips around them, sucking until she cried out from extreme pleasure. Forget about the rest of her. If I was into the taste of soap, I wouldn’t mind licking off every bubble.
My dick was permanently in a semi-hard state around her. That didn’t bode well for the ache in my balls either. My gaze continued to fall since my control had been tossed out the window. It landed on her wide hips, perfect to grip when I fucked her from behind. Even the thick curve of her thighs made my mouth water.
The bad boy inside of me was plotting against her, trying how best to convince her this was a dose of kismet. I just couldn’t pull my heated gaze away for the life of me.
Only when she threw one arm across both breasts and fanned the fingers of her other hand, attempting and failing at covering her pretty pink pussy did I jerk myself from the lust-filled haze.
Holy shit, Batman, what I wanted to do to with my mouth, fingers, and cock had to be illegal in all fifty states. But every day in jail would be well worth the time spent exploring every inch of her body.
“You… You did this!” she squealed, her face growing beet red.
“Did what?”
“There’s a… a creature crawling on me and the water is… cold. So cold.”
“Should be warming up by now. Pops must have flushed the toilet.” I moved closer and she threw one hand out to stop me. Her face immediately filled with horror from realizing she’d allowed me another purposeful peek at her incredible body.
“Don’t come any closer.”
“Do you want me to get rid of the spider or not?”
“Spider? Yes. God, yes!”
I finally found something Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes was afraid of. The bad boy in me struck again and I clocked it in my mind for future reference and use. I could be such an evil man when I wanted to be.
After I gathered the spider in my hand, she slammed against the shower wall, the horrified look twisting her lovely face. “Kill it.”
“The poor creature had no intentions of biting you. He’s a granddaddy long legs.”
“Oh! Don’t kill it. Set the little baby free.”
I couldn’t help myself, allowing the wicked smile to return. “You can’t have it both ways, Lily flower.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Okay, honey bunchkins.” She had the prettiest eyes. I’d been too busy leering at her gorgeous body to pay much attention to them. In certain light her eyes appeared hazel with a hint of spring green washing through them. But in others they were the most incredible shade as if she’d been born with sparkling emeralds for irises.
She was so breathtakingly beautiful that I wanted to stake my claim right here and now. The possessive side of my wolf was screaming to be set free. The buzz kill was annoying as hell.
“Just… Do your thing,” she demanded.
“What would that thing be?” The grin kept widening. She had that kind of effect on me.
“Let me finish my shower. Just… Go away.” I’d never seen her stumble over words. She was fearless, proving how much so several times.
Maybe I just wanted to keep her flustered. The shade of rose caused a glow covering her skin. Especially her face. I’d never caused a woman to blush as much as I did my Lily flower.
I don’t think she was expecting me to open the window, gently placing the spider on the sill and shooing him out. After closing and latching it, I rubbed my hands on my jeans.
“That was nice of you. At least I know you have one kind bone in your body.”
“You thought otherwise?” I challenged, tipping my head so I could feed the beast with another long look.
“Absolutely.” Her jaw was clenched and she darted her eyes away from me.
“Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?”
“Of course not! You make me angry. So much so my teeth are going to become pointed like canines by the end of my work with you.”
