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“Fuck, Red. Fuck,” he gritted, palming my breasts. He sat up and drew a nipple into his mouth. “You’re so fucking hot. So perfect.”
I wasn’t letting his words affect me, clearly sex-driven, lust-laden. He wanted my body only, and I wanted his too.
Get out of your head.
This guy wanted ass. He wanted a lay. The difference between now and how it was before was that I accepted that and wanted the same. I preached that to myself as I picked up the pace of my hips and refused to think that I was claiming him. That I wanted to fuck all those other girls he’d been with before me out of his head. The ones that most likely didn’t look like me…
I shut off my brain, all of this was physical only. It had to be.
“Red…”
I came first this time, Wolf biting and teasing my breasts, my nipples. He flicked the beaded peaks, alternating between them as he watched me. It was so intimate, too intimate.
I closed my eyes, not letting myself see him. If I did, it made all this intimate for me too. I’d cross a line I didn’t want to cross and refused to.
“Fuck,” he ground out, the word humming over my nipple. It popped out of his mouth, and the next thing I knew, he was hugging me.
This was intimate too, his high. He filled the condom in between my legs, and he actually thought to put one on this time. I hadn’t known why since he hadn’t bothered before but had today.
His cheek touched my chest while he milked me, right over my heartbeat while he hugged me close, tight.
Disconnect.
I made myself, letting him hold me, his cheek rubbing against me. His forehead replaced it eventually, damp, warm. His hair was down and his thick curls were completely in my face.
The smell simmered my blood, the temptation to play with them there, but I resisted. That would be intimate, and I wouldn’t let myself.
I was proud when I’d been able to remove myself from the situation, when I’d been able to get off him after we both finished and ease beside him. I did that with intention, easy.
“Wait. Don’t go.”
But then, he said that, drawing me back into his hard embrace. He adjusted behind me, and I glanced back to see him working off the condom. He dropped it in the trash can beside my bed.
He was right back with me after that, his forehead on my shoulder. “Stay. Don’t leave.”
This was my bed, my room, and we were crossing a line here.
Tell my body that when my eyes closed, my ears that when I fell asleep with him softly breathing in my ear. I once again preached to myself. It wouldn’t hurt just to be like this for a few minutes. I shared this room with Bru, but he’d texted me he was going hiking with Wells and Thatcher after he got back from the store. Wolf and I had a few minutes to be like this. I had a few minutes to nap, and they didn’t have to mean anything. I’d done that in the tub too when Wolf and I had been together yesterday. It had meant nothing then.
It meant nothing.
* * *
He was drawing on me.
A lazy digit glided across my back, invisible figures etching into my skin. I didn’t know how long Wolf had been doing this, but he had while I’d been napping.
You should stop him.
I didn’t, desperately trying to figure out what he was creating. Wolf was an artist, but I’d rarely seen his work. He was rather protective over his art, and as an artist myself, I never pushed.
I assumed he was creating something from thought, but as I lay there, I realized he was scrolling letters. I could identify an occasional I or an F. There were so many, though, and I couldn’t string any of them together.
A part of a letter started, bigger than the rest, and I wasn’t quite sure it was a letter.
But then, he stopped.
He’d done so when I drew in a breath. I think from anticipation of what he’d been making. I wanted to know, but something ate at me. I shouldn’t want to know. I shouldn’t care.
