Page 83 of Ice Wolf
“Oh, I do so crave a love bite. Bring it on, baby.”
She gave me another evil eye, jerking the shower curtain closed. “Out. Now!”
“You know I like the rough stuff. Right?” I laughed as I headed to the door.
“Get out.”
Why was it that the woman had my blood boiling and my heart pounding in my chest with such ferocity that there was no way I could breathe normally? Maybe ever again. I pushed myself into the bedroom, swinging the door to close it.
But something stopped me.
Instead, I kept it ajar while debating the consequences of my desired actions. Nothing good would come of what I wanted to do. At least not in the near future. However, we were engaged. Right? Maybe I needed to buy her a ring, something a tad more expensive than finding one in a Cracker Jack box. That sealed the deal. I kicked off my boots and unfastened my jeans.
All the while my mind swirled around all the naughty things that could get my ass into hot water. My, oh, my. It would be worth the dip. After a quick glance at the bedroom door to make certain it was closed, I pushed the door open with a single finger.
She was softly humming, more relaxed thinking I’d heeded her demand. Too bad she didn’t know me very well. Following rules just wasn’t in my wheelhouse. Tonight was one of those nights I was glad I was a hotdogger.
With no common sense running through my mind and absolutely no hesitation, I threw open the shower curtain and stepped inside.
Lily didn’t react at first, her head completely under the stream of water. While patience wasn’t a virtue in the least, I didn’t need to worry. The electricity shared between us was crackling away within seconds. I’d heard with a mate every time the couple was in close proximity the current could light up a city. But given my track record with women, the lackluster passion that had plagued me since I’d begun the dating nightmare, I’d thought it just another shifter myth.
She didn’t spin on her heels quite the same way she’d done before, but there was no doubt she was aware of my presence. Every inch of her porcelain skin was covered in prickles. They danced to the same beat my heart was thrumming. I wondered if she had any idea how beautiful she was or how graceful every action she took was. My guess was no one had bothered to tell her before.
Including the asshole boyfriend who’d cheated on her. Thinking about it riled my anger to a dangerous level.
Calm down, big boy. Use the heady dose of testosterone for something else.
There was some truth to another shifter myth that humans were extremely attracted to wolves. Maybe by instinct. Maybe by our scent, which was rich in pheromones. There were someof our kind who’d attempted to use their sex appeal for control, coercing a human to engage in sexual trysts.
Maybe I could put a spell on her, but if she was truly my mate, she wouldn’t be able to resist the same urge that was flowing through my bloodstream like wildfire.
I waited right where I was, practicing my patience as she rinsed her hair. She didn’t bother even looking over her shoulder until the water ran free of bubbles. When she did, the usual look of contempt was gone, replaced by a hint of things to come.
Of possibilities.
Of the future.
Maybe I’d been thinking about too many rainbows and unicorns, but the connection was there and it was tight. So much so my heart was skipping beats.
Very slowly she turned, tilting her head so she could look me in the eyes. Up until now, she’d appeared much taller. But standing barefoot, the fact her chin could fit nicely against my chest was another reason she seemed far too vulnerable for a guy like me.
Not that I was chivalrous.
Her eyelids were suddenly half closed, her long lashes skimming across her cheeks. The shower was small, a typical formed enclosure that would usually make me feel claustrophobic at my size. But tonight, the cramped space was perfect for what I was about to do.
Defile her in the worst way.
Ever since I’d been allowed to taste her before, the need to do so again and again had been ingrained in my mind. It was very true that one taste wasn’t enough. Especially for a man like me.
I took a single step and had taken up half the distance. She didn’t budge. The little minx was making me come to her. I did so adore a woman with chutzpa and she had it in spades.
Her chest was rising and falling and the sudden silence was not only unusual, it was unnerving. By this point, she should be telling me off in several languages. I didn’t know what to think and honestly couldn’t since I was concentrating on how plump her lips looked and how much I wanted to kiss them.
A part of me wondered if she was luring me in so she could more easily slap my face or grind her knee into my balls. Maybe I deserved one or both.
For some crazy reason, she allowed me to place my palms on either side of her. Both were sweaty. I hadn’t been this nervous from thinking about kissing a girl since I’d been in sixth grade and had snuck a kiss from Sally Walker. She’d busted my balls in return. I’m limped off the playground and hadn’t tried again for several years.
Well, finding my testicles in a war with my fake fiancée was better than them remaining blue. I leaned my head down until our lips were almost touching. For a few seconds, the two of us did nothing but breathe against each other’s mouth. The tingling sensations were wild, which drove my carnal needs fully into the open.
