“I’m gonna,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m saying, only that something is tightening inside me.
Wolf stills, just for a second, his eyes locked on mine.
“Let it happen,” he says.
Then his fingers move again, faster now, the pressure sharp and perfect, and my body snaps tight and then breaks open into a rush that steals my breath.
I cry out into his mouth, shaking hard, clinging to him like he’s holding me together.
Wolf holds me through it, hand firm at my thigh, mouth moving over mine like he owns the sound I make. He keeps kissing me while the aftershocks ripple through my body, slow and sweet and overwhelming.
When I finally come down enough to breathe, Wolf pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.
“You okay,” he asks, voice rough.
I nod, dazed. “Yes.”
His mouth brushes mine, softer. “Good.”
His hand slides from between my legs to my waist, palm flattening there like he’s grounding me again. Then he shifts, and I feel the hard press of him against my thigh.
My eyes widen.
Wolf’s gaze holds mine, and the heat in it makes my stomach flip all over again.
“You still want more,” he murmurs.
It isn’t a question. He can see it on me.
I swallow, nerves rushing back in. “I… I don’t know.”
Wolf stills instantly. His hand cups my cheek.
“Angel,” he says, voice steady, “we don’t do anything you don’t want.”
My throat tightens. “I do want it. I’m just…”
“Scared,” he finishes, and he doesn’t sound annoyed. He sounds like he understands.
I nod.
Wolf kisses my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, patient. “Then we do it slow.”
He shifts back slightly, giving me room to breathe, and the loss of his weight makes me miss him instantly.
He looks down at my dress, then back to my eyes. “Can I take this off?”
The question makes my cheeks burn.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Wolf grips the hem gently and lifts, slow enough that I can stop him. The fabric slides up my thighs, over my hips, and he pulls it off over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside without looking away from me.
I’m left in my underwear, chest rising and falling too fast.
I try to cover myself instinctively.
Wolf catches my wrists.
