“Yeah, I’m positive I know how to wash bedding and get clean,” I answer.
“Not that.” She sighs and rolls her eyes but also pulls me closer. “I mean about us, having sex. It’ll change things about us beingfriends. We’ll be friends with benefits. What if you don’t like me anymore after that?”
“One. I see nothing wrong with friends with benefits. Two. I could never not like you. Three. Nothing will change how I feel about you.” I stop myself before saying,Four, I love you.
We love you. Our mate,my wolf adds.
“I don’t want my first time to be with some guy I just met after a wedding I didn’t want because my...” Leticia sighs, her body deflating with it. “Please.”
“Whatever you need, it’s yours.” I nod and try to let her lead.
Inexperienced on Leticia is adorable. She pulls at the buttons, trying to work her way up my shirt, but her fingers keep fumbling.
I wrap my hands around hers and steady her. “We’ll do this together. It doesn’t have to be fast.”
Leticia draws a slow breath, matching mine.
When we get to the top button, I release her hands and slide my shirt off my shoulders before tossing it on the back of my chair.
My late-night doom spiral and inability to sleep until I’d thought seventeen steps ahead bring me so much relief as I pull the top bedding back. The mattress protector on my bed is waterproof, but I still have the absorbent blanket tucked on the foot to lay down as well.
Leticia watches me pull back the bedding and lay out the blanket. “It’s going to get bloody.”
Bloody.My wolf wags his tail, and I try not to smile.
“It’ll wash.” I could explain all the qualities that make it the best sex blanket known to man and wolf kind, but I don’t.
I kiss her again, and she relents.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers against my lips.
We do.My wolf tries to answer her.
“I can lead.” I offer, then try to find a compromise. “Or we can talk through it like we did your orgasm.”
Her cheeks start turning pink first, then it floods down her neck, and I want to kiss all that warm and glowing skin, but I hold myself back, waiting for her.
“I thought I could be brave, but I don’t want to talk.” Leticia nibbles on her bottom lip. “Is that bad? Is it bad I just want you to take control.”
“No. Your choice is valid. I’m here for you and what makes you feel safe, cared for.” I lean forward and kiss her cheek, the side of her jaw, and at her ear, I whisper, “And loved.”
Leticia sucks in a breath, and I don’t give her a chance to second-guess as I nibble on the skin just below her ear.
I pull at the belt that’s wrapped around her waist, holding the knit sweater dress tight to her frame.
When it’s free from around her, I toss it onto my desk chair and trace my hands lower, bending to keep my face close to hers. I pull at the bottom of the dress, dragging it up and around the curve of her ass.
Her breathing hitches.
“You’re doing so good, gorgeous.”
She lets out a steadied breath.
Past the leggings, my fingers catch a few bare inches of skin before tracing up over her bra. Leticia raises her arms and helps me pull the dress over her head. She doesn’t try to hide herself from me.
Is it because she remembers I’ve already seen it? Or is it because she’s not afraid of me seeing her?
My wolf doesn’t worry himself with what I’m thinking. He keeps salivating over her.
