“Why?”
“Because I think I can help you.”
“That’s too optimistic. Nothing can help me.”
His chest trembles as I stroke his chin with my thumb. “You are capable of anything,” I whisper.
Evan’s lips part as he stares up at me.
“And don’t even think about giving me some witty response.”
He huffs dramatically. “You’d be wasting your time.”
“No such thing when I’m with you,” I say as I tug him closer, and his hand falls to my bare chest.
His eyes dilate to the point that it makes my wolf feral. He glances down at his fingers as they brush my abdomen, goosebumps rising on my skin. I try not to let the groan that’s crawling up my throat come out, but it’s nearly impossible.
“Goddess, you’re hard,” he blurts, oblivious to the beast he’s about to set off inside me.
“Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth. “Don’t say that.”
“I-I didn’t mean your…”
A dry laugh ripples from my chest. “I know what you meant, pups.”
Evan’s gaze flicks up, and the dilated darkness that stares back at me nearly knocks me over. “But you’re also soft at the same time.”
I exhale a breath through my nose. “Bet you’re just as soft.”
“But not as hard.”
A smirk covers my lips. “We can change that.”
Evan’s eyes flare. “Are we still talking about abs?”
“Whatever you want to talk about.” I chuckle softly.
“Are you teasing me again?”
“Yes.”
His cheeks begin to heat once more as his fingers finally slip from my stomach, and I miss the warmth.
“Mind if I find out for myself just how soft you are?” I rasp, barely recognising my voice.
His breathing echoes around my ears as he stares up at me for a long time, and when I least expect it, he nods. I drop to my knees without hesitation, and a surprised gasp bounces off the walls as I grab him by the waist, and shove up the material of hishoodie. I stare at his pale torso and the blond strokes of hair that go from his belly button down into his pants.
A groan vibrates my lips as his ribcage expands and falls. I press my mouth to the centre of his stomach, and his back leans against the unpainted wall as my lips tingle. My fingers curl into his hips as I pepper kisses across his silk-like skin.
Yeah, so soft it should be fucking illegal.
“Caleb,” he whimpers as his hand slides around the nape of my neck.
My teeth graze his skin when my kisses turn animalistic, but I tell myself to calm down when his scent enters my nose at an alarming rate.
“Oh, Goddess,” he pants as I drag my mouth along the waistband of his trousers.
It’s a dangerous game because I can’t get enough of him. I’ve tasted his lips, but I want to taste so much more.
