I scowled. “This has nothing to do with being mates. Or werewolves. Do you want me to touch you?”
“No. I want to touch you.”
“Then do it.” The challenge in my voice was clear.
Wyatt lifted his hand to my abdomen and dragged his fingers lightly over a patch of grease. “You’re insane, Hoover.”
“The best people are.”
He barked out a laugh, shaking his head as his hand slid higher on my abdomen. “I can’t believe this is happening. Any of it.”
“Believe it, Jones.”
His fingertips traced my ribs lightly. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“So are you.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment.”
“Manly, then. You’re so fuckingmanly.”
His lips spread in a feral grin. “That’s better.”
I sucked in a breath when his fingers brushed the underside of my breast. It had been a long time since I was with anyone. Way too long.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
His hand slid higher, and he finally found what I’d been waiting for. A soft groan escaped me when he dragged his fingers over my nipple.
His cock jerked, the tip brushing my lower belly as he continued playing with my nipple.
I reached for his erection, but he caught my wrist and spun me around. My back met the wall of the shower, and the giant of a man towered over me as he pinned my hand above my head.
I wanted to tease him, but didn't want to ruin the moment.
Not after he'd been so uncertain when it started.
His hand left my breast, dipping beneath my chin. With a small motion, he tipped my head back.
His eyes met mine, then lowered to my lips and lingered.
“Just take what you want, Jones.”
His lips curved upward slightly. “Youreallydon’t beat around the bush.”
“That’s not my style.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
There was a moment’s pause.
A breath in, and out.
And finally, his lips met mine.
The kiss was soft. Tentative. Uncertain.
