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“I’m appreciating.”
“Appreciate faster.”
I laughed, and then I stopped laughing, because he’d pulled my shirt up and over my head and his mouth was on my collarbone. He moved down slowly, kissing and tasting, one hand spread wide across my ribs as if he needed to hold me still. When his tongue flicked across my nipple, my back arched off the bed.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and let him have his way with me, trailing down my stomach, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin just above my waistband. His eyes flicked up to mine, glowing amber in the dark, asking. I nodded so hard I nearly dizzied myself.
He undid my jeans with maddening patience. He eased them down my hips, then my thighs, and tossed them away to join his shirt. I lay there in nothing but my boxer briefs, my cock tenting the fabric, and Jack just looked at me. His breath came heavy. His hands shook, just slightly, where they rested on my knees.
“Jack?”
“Give me a second. I’m memorizing you.”
My heart did something painful and wonderful. “You can memorize me with your hands, you know.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“It’s a demand.”
He growled, low and delighted, and hooked his fingers in my waistband. I lifted my hips. The cool air hit me, then the heat of his palm as he wrapped his hand around my length, and I cried out.
“Look at you,” he breathed. “Gods, Connor. So fucking sexy for me.”
He stroked me slowly at first, a long, firm pull, his thumb sweeping over the head and spreading the wetness there. I gripped the sheets. I’d told myself I would last, that I’d be graceful and composed. That plan died by the third stroke.
“Wait,” I gasped. “Wait, I want you, too. Come here.”
He hesitated, and I could see the war on his face, the part of him that wanted to take care of me and the part that wanted to be taken care of. I solved it for him by shoving at his jeans. He helped, kicking free of them, and when he settled back over me, naked and flushed and thick against my hip, I nearly lost it right there.
“Together,” I said.
He understood. He lowered himself, and the first slide of his cock against mine tore a groan from both of us. I wrapped my hand around us, my fingers barely meeting around the width, and he braced on his forearms and rocked into the circle of my grip. Skin on skin. Slick heat. His breath hot against my neck, his hips finding a rhythm that made my toes curl.
“Just like that,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
His mouth found mine, messy now, all teeth and tongue and little broken sounds. I felt the tension building low in my spine, felt the way he trembled above me, and when his hand slid between us to cover mine, tightening our grip and setting a faster pace, I knew neither of us had long.
“Connor,” he said against my lips. “I’m close.”
“Me too. Jack, I’m...”
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
And he did have me. I came with his name in my mouth, pleasure crashing through me in long, shuddering waves, striping heat across both our stomachs. A moment later he followed with a shout muffled into my shoulder, his whole body locked tight against mine, his hips stuttering through it. I felt the bite of his teeth, careful even then, a gentle press that sent one last aftershock through me.
We lay tangled together, breathing like we’d run miles. His weight was a comfort. I stroked a hand down his sweat-damp back and felt the rumble of a purr-like sound vibrating in his chest, something I hadn’t known wolves could do.
“Did you just...?”
“Don’t mention it,” he mumbled into my neck.
“It’s adorable.”
“It’s involuntary.”
“It’s adorable.”
