Unlike my previous kiss, I kissed him like I meant it.
The tension between us, the unspoken pull, the way my wolf had paced and preened every time he was close, it all spilled into that moment.
His mouth was sure, answering my urgency with something just as intense but more controlled, like he knew exactly how far to go and wanted to see if I’d follow.
I pulled back just enough to breathe, my forehead resting against his.
“Come on,” I said, my voice rough and low. “Let’s continue this in the room.”
The words hovered between us, charged and unmistakable. Jaime’s breath brushed my cheek.
For a moment, I thought he might pull away or reassemble his walls. Feeling bold, I slid my hand from his waist to his lower back. I pressed my thumb to that spot, lightly but possessively.
“Okay,” he said.
Jaime looked a little dazed, but I didn’t miss the excitement in his eyes.
The walk back to the hotel felt shorter than before. My hand brushed his once, then stayed there, fingers threading together without either of us commenting on it. We didn’t talk much. It wasn’t necessary.
The hotel lobby was quiet, the late hour thinning the crowd. We moved through it with a shared awareness, every step humming with anticipation.
The elevator ride was short and silent, the space between us crackling. When the doors opened, I led the way down the hall, my heart thudding hard enough that I was sure he could hear it.
Inside the room, the lights were low. Pampi’s crate sat near the wall, her small form curled into a fluffy comma, completely out cold. I laughed softly despite myself.
“Are we going to wake her?” I asked.
Jaime glanced over, then shook his head, lips twitching.
“She sleeps like the dead. Trust me,” he said.
That was all the permission I needed. I shrugged out of my jacket, dropping it over a chair, then turned back to him. Seeing Jaime take off his clothes, I took off the rest of mine.
I devoured the gorgeous sight of him. The space between us vanished again, his hands warm at my sides, my fingers sliding up his arms.
This time, we started with a slow kiss, a deep one. I took my time, exploring the shape of his mouth. He responded with equal passion when I nudged closer, and I pressed in a little more insistently.
Eager to explore, I moved my hands from his waist to his back, then slid up to cradle the back of his neck. We resumed our kiss, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sweet taste of him.
We moved without really deciding to, stepping backward until the bed bumped against my knees. I laughed softly again. Jaime huffed a quiet sound that might have been a laugh too.
We tumbled onto the bed together, the mattress dipping under our combined weight. I braced myself over him, my heart racing, his hands still firm and grounding as ever.
For a moment, we just looked at each other.
His eyes were dark and intent, something tender threading through the heat. He reached up, brushing his thumb along my jaw, the touch reverent.
“You good?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” Jaime said. “More than good.”
That answer satisfied me. I spoiled him with more kisses, leaving a trail down his neck, his chest, and his flat belly. Lower I went, licking the tip of his member. Hearing his moan, the storm of need inside me grew.
I felt the world narrow to the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way his presence seemed to slot perfectly against mine.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” I told him.
“Keep going,” he said.
