“Everything.”
The word barely passes my lips before he’s on me. He presses me back against the bed, his body flush with mine and the fact he’s only wearing boxer briefs becomes apparent when his hard length presses against my core.
I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” he asks me, his teeth nipping at the column of my throat.
“God, yes,” I hiss, clinging to him.
He pulls back and I make a sound of protest in the back of my throat, reaching for him, but he doesn’t give. “What is this,mariposa?” That single word unravels me.
“I don’t know.”
He pulls away, sitting back on his knees. I push up on my hands as his dark brown gaze meets mine and he hides none of what he’s feeling. All his want, his need, is stamped across his face. But there’s something else, a vulnerability I’m not used to seeing.
“I don’t want this to be nothing,” he says. “If this is just some itch—”
“It’s not,” I rush to say.
“Then what is it? I need some information here, so I don’t go out of my mind. Man and wolf want you. Not just for today or tomorrow. But forever.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “If we go down this road, I don’t think I could give you up again. It was damn near impossible the first time. I—” He releases a shaking breath. “No hesitation. No doubts. We do this, we’re both all in. One hundred percent.”
Is that what I want? Before the question forms completely in my mind, I know it is.
“I’m all in,” I whisper, a smile spreading across my face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes! God, yes!” he shouts. I laugh, falling back to the bed as he towers over me once again. “I am never letting you go again, Joaninha Sousa. Never.”
I bite my bottom lip. “I think I’m okay with that.”
He growls before kissing me, his teeth biting at my lips and I open for him, his mouth devouring mine in a hungry kiss before he murmurs, “You brushed your teeth.”
I laugh. He moves to pull away again, but I wrap my arms and legs around him, grinding against his length. “You’re fine. Keep kissing me.”
He groans and does as I ask, his mouth hot against my own.
He takes his time kissing me as his hands roam over my body as though he’s trying to commit me to memory. His thumbs hook into the edge of my sleep shorts and panties and I loosen my legs, allowing him to tug them off and toss them to the ground. His fingers trail between my thighs and his thumb finds my clit, stroking me in slow circles that make my pussy clench with need.
God, it feels so good.
He stops just as the pressure begins to build and I cry out in frustration, but he only chuckles.
“Patience,” he whispers, his hands sliding up my torso and beneath the hem of my tank. My breathing shudders. He peels the fabric from my skin, baring me to his hungry gaze, and I instinctively wrap my arms around my middle.
“Nuh uh. No hiding,” he says, tugging my arms free. I wait for his disgust. My body isn’t perfect. I heal quicker than the average human but I’m not a shifter. I have stretch marks and soft skin. My body is marked by the birth of our son in a way most women in the Pack who’ve born children aren’t. But the open want in his gaze never changes. He bends at the waist, placing a kiss between my breasts before moving his mouth to kiss one hip bone and then the other. Emotion clogs my throat.
“Jordy—”
“Shh… relax for me.” His gaze is heavy with desire, but it’s attentive too, like he wants to make sure I’m okay. And I am. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back as he settles himself between my legs. His hands press my thighs open and I fight the urge to clamp them shut, but I let his eyes drink their fill. “So fucking beautiful, and all mine.”
God, this boy undoes me.
Slowly, he slides a finger inside me, his lips latching on to the sensitive bundle of nerves above my opening at the same time. I gasp and moan his name, unable to hold still as he finger fucks me and sucks on my clit. The pressure builds inside me almost like I’m running a race, and within minutes I’m reaching toward the finish line. What he’s doing feels amazing, but I want more. I want him.
I’m already on the edge, my release hovering right there, but I want him buried inside me when I get there. “Jordy, please.” Mistaking my words, he increases his pace, adding a second finger and I clench around the intrusion. “I need…you…inside me.” I gasp and he pulls back to look at me, his fingers still buried in my core.
