The heat from his lips sent even more heat to her veins. Adalyn wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
Growing bolder as the minutes ticked by, Adalyn had been surprised to find her hands roaming freely over Wade. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. Her fingers stumbled across the tiny buttons holding the material of his shirt together.
Wade pulled her arms away. Adalyn wanted to protest the action, her self-esteem taking a hit.Is there something wrong with me that’s making him want to stop?She asked herself.
But he didn’t push her away. He swept her arms above her head, carefully tugging her sweater off. She felt a blush creep over her face, burning her cheeks. She’d never taken her shirt off in front of anyone, let alone a man.
“Wait! I—I…”
“Shhh.” Wade’s lips covered her once more, interrupting whatever she had planned to say. It was probably a good thing. Adalyn didn’t exactly want to admit she had zero experience with kissing.
His calloused hand palmed her chest. Another throaty moan jumped from her mouth to his.
Wade pulled back. His intense gaze bore into her with what she assumed was passion filling his eyes. His already full lips puffy from their kisses.
Her eyes roamed greedily over his chest as he tore his shirt from his body. Buttons bounced across the room. Every inch of his perfectly sculpted torso had been covered meticulously in ink. It wasn’t something she had expected to see. Each intricately designed tattoo joined together to create a gruesome scene. Adalyn stood staring at Wade’s tattoos for far longer than it would be deemed polite, but she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away. What she wouldn’t give to study each unique drawing.
Her eyes strayed further south. A gasp flew from her mouth as she noticed the sizeable bulge in his pants, his cock strained against his zipper. If she’d had any doubt about his desire, it vanished in the next blink.
Wade clearly wanted her. There could be no mistaking the intent his body displayed.
Next thing she knew, she was back in his arms. The heat of his body pressed against hers, scorching her.
Sweet, glorious heat.
She’d never run across anyone as hot, and she didn’t mean his smoking hot body—not that he didn’t have that, he did. What she’d meant was temperature wise. Her own body had always been a few degrees warmer than the average witch, but with Wade—she felt as if she had been surrounded by someone who had just stepped from the fiery pits of Hell.
“Your skin is so warm.” The words she hadn’t intended to say tumbled from her mouth.
“Better to heat you up with,” Wade replied.
Should she be wary of the big bad wolf? The witch side of her begged her to run. Her wolf, on the other hand, panted for more.
