“Safe?” I prompted.
She nodded.
“Desired?”
Another nod. Another moan.
“Worshipped?”
That made her laugh, breathless and real. “Now, that’s a strong word.”
“It’s the right one,” I told her, and meant it.
My mouth found her lips again, and this time the kiss was slow, almost lazy, like we had all night. My hand drifted down her side, pausing at the waistband of her panties.
I stopped, waiting for her to say it was okay. She bit her lip, then whispered, “Please.”
I slid them off, letting my fingers linger on the swell of her ass, the tender inside of her thighs. When she was finally barebefore me, I had to shut my eyes for a moment just to keep from losing it right there.
She trembled, but not from fear. “JT,” she whispered, “I… I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re doing so good, Sunshine,” I said. “Just let me take care of you.”
She nodded, then closed her eyes and let me have my way.
I settled between her legs, one hand kneading her breast, the other running slow circles over her stomach. I kissed down her body, tasting every inch of her, memorizing the texture and heat of her skin. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, she tensed.
I looked up, checking in. “Okay?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I just… I feel awkward.”
“Let go, baby,” I said. “If I do anything you don’t like, you can tell me.”
She shivered, then whispered, “Maybe… tell me what to do.”
Every man’s dream.
“Of course, sweetheart. Can you open your legs for me? Just pull your knees up and let them fall open.” She opened herself up to me. Her pussy was dripping, just begging for my tongue.
Her scent hit me like a fist, and my wolf nearly lost its mind. I kissed her inner thigh, then edged closer, letting her feel my breath before my tongue. When I finally tasted her, it was like nothing I’d ever known—sweet, tart, uniquely her.
She gasped, hips lifting off the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her still.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I murmured. “Just feel.”
I licked her slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of her breathing.
“You are a fucking masterpiece. Okay, love, I’m going to slip my finger inside you. I want to stretch you a bit so you can get ready for my cock.”
When I slipped a finger inside, her whole body arched. I could tell she was right at the edge, so I pulled back and slowed down, not wanting it to be over too soon.
She groaned, frustrated and needy, and I smiled against her skin. “Patience, Sunshine.”
I looked up at her through her legs to find she’d lifted herself up on her elbows so she could see me going to town on her pussy. The look on her face was nothing less than ecstasy.
“Please,” she begged.
I went harder, sucking her clit, curling my fingers inside her until she shattered, throwing her head back, crying out my name. I never much liked being called Jonas, but when she screamed it in the throes of her release, I’d never heard a sweeter word. The sound echoed off the walls, wild and free, and I drank it in like a benediction.
