“Definitely.”
Her breathy answer doesn’t help the chub I’ve been fighting since she put on this damn bikini.I glance at the main house, knowing my family won’t be home from the distillery until late.
“What do you need right now?”I nuzzle her neck.
“You.Closer.”
“Then there’s only one question left.”I pull the string that holds her top and watch the scrap of material float away from her breasts.“Have you ever had sex in a pool?”
“No.”She reaches into my swim shorts and curls her fingers around me, claiming me.
I drag her out of her bikini and claim her right back with a need that feels like fate is finally sharpening its teeth.
Monty bangs on the guest house door at eight in the morning.
“Get up.”More banging.“We’re taking the yacht out.”
I sit up too fast and nearly fall off the bed.Wolf groans into his pillow, his hair a tangled black mess.
We left the door to the balcony open all night, the only reason we hear the wake-up call.
“Don’t care!”Wolf shouts toward the open door.
“It’s summer!”Monty shouts back.“Be at the dock in an hour.”
Summer.
In California, that means burnt asphalt, burnt skin, and traffic jams that smell like burnt rubber.
Here, though, summer feels warm but not punishing.Bright but not glaring.The Alaskan sun doesn’t cook my skin through my clothes.It kisses it like a playful wolf.Likemyplayful wolf.
We haven’t left the island in five days.The fresh air would be good for us.
I climb onto Wolf’s back, my bare chest pressed to the defined line of his spine.
He groans again, but now it sounds less sleepy and more hungry.
I nip the back of his neck.Then his shoulder.Then the place where his ribs curve.I cover every bit of skin I can reach with fast, noisy kisses.
“Sweet goddess of torment.”He squirms beneath me, grinding his hips into the mattress.“Come here.”
He reaches back to grab me, but I’m faster.I roll off him and yank the blanket away in one swift rip, leaving him completely uncovered.
Then I stare like I’ve never seen a man before.
Broad shoulders, strong backbone, narrow waist, long legs, all smooth muscle over pure tension, power wrapped in pale skin, shaped for speed, stamina, and insatiable fucking.
Naked Wolf is my favorite Wolf.
Unable to help myself, I pounce and sink my teeth into the chiseled muscle of his ass.
He jerks and lets out a rough sound that definitely isn’t a complaint.
“My darling dove.”His smile ruins his growly tone.“You have two seconds to hop on my dick.”
With a grin, I hop off the bed, just as naked as he is, and saunter backward toward the bathroom.
His hooded eyes rake over me in a slow sweep that weakens my knees.
