“That feeling isn’t mutual.”
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.” He bit down just a little harder, and kissed the spot afterward. “As long as your secrets don’t hurt my pack, I have no problem with them. If someone I love is in danger, I expect you to tell me immediately.”
“That’s fair.”
He kissed a trail up my neck and to my ear, then dragged his tongue slowly over the jewelry in it. The smell of burnt vanilla made me grimace.
“You havegotto stop doing that.”
“I like your ears too much to stop.Irresistible, remember?”
I was going to have to swap to some of my other earrings if things between us kept getting more intense.
“You smell like you want me to touch you,” he said.
“You smell like you need to stop licking my earrings.”
“Give me something else to taste, then.”
If he didn’t care that I was keeping secrets, and wasn’t going to think that letting things get steamy meant I was agreeing to be his mate... then what was I waiting for?
“Alright. Touch me.”
His chest rumbled. Instead of just shoving his hand into my pajama pants like I expected him to, he slipped a hand beneath my oversized tee and dragged his fingers over my stomach.
Up my ribs.
And slowly, over one of my breasts.
I sucked in a breath as he teased my nipple lightly. Softly. Chest-achingly gently.
“Does that feel good?” The low gravel of his words felt almost as amazing as his fingers.
“Perfect,” I breathed.
He pinched my nipple. My hips jerked.
His second hand found my stomach while the first still worked my breast.
A shaky breath escaped me when it dipped beneath the waistband of my pajama pants.
His fingers tugged lightly on the thin waistband of my panties. “You have no right to wear a thong with fuzzy pants.”
“Are there laws about that now?”
“Yeah. If you’re wearing panties like this, you go to bed bottomless for your mate’s sake.”
“I didn’t know you were an easy access kind of—ohhh, fuck.” My head tipped back as his rough fingertip brushed my clit before circling it slowly.
“You feel so much better than I imagined,” he rumbled.
“I think that’s an insult.”
“It’s not. How long have you been this wet for me?”
“Feels like all day,” I moaned.
He pinched my nipple again, and I arched hard.
