Page 55 of Big Bad Wolf

Rafe nodded. The storm should pass by then. He glanced down at his lap. Not sure he could say the same for his current problem.

Ruby’s breath skated across the skin of his arm. “What should we do to pass the time?”

Rafe jumped up from the bed as though Ruby had bitten him. She actually didn’t hate that idea.

“I should go check the area. Make sure they’re gone.”

“It’s pouring outside.” Ruby glanced toward the window and then back to the enormous man in her bedroom. His eyes were wild, like he wanted to run. His cock still strained against the front of his shorts. Ruby might have been insulted at his hasty retreat if it weren’t for the physical evidence that he wanted her too. And after this morning, she’d thought maybe… She didn’t know what she thought, just that her body wasn’t under her control when she was around him. It had a mind of its own, and that mind had one single objective.

Rafe.

“Still, I should check.” Rafe ran a shaky hand through his hair. He had been so worried about her when he’d stumbled into the house. She’d seen the fear gripping his face.

“Rafe, just wait⁠—”

He turned and rushed from the room before she had a chance to stop him. Ruby let out a long sigh and flopped back on the pillows, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.

Their conversation from this morning ran back through her head. All that bullshit about being a monster. She didn’t know what was floating around in Rafe’s past that made him believe he wasn’t good enough for her, but in the last few weeks she’d learned everything she needed to know about her wolf-man.

And she knew that she wanted him. Not just because he was the sexiest person to ever grace her bedroom, or because that make-out session from this morning was still causing aftershocks. But because Rafe made Ruby feel cared for. And as it turned out, that was super sexy.

Ruby ran her hands over her stomach, over the soft T-shirt she’d worn to bed. Her nipples peaked beneath the thin fabric. She hadn’t bothered changing after Rafe had left this morning. She could still smell him on her, pine and sawdust. She remembered the feel of his hands on her skin, rough and gentle at the same time as he pinned her against the wall. The taste of his mouth, the searing heat of him as he pressed himself against her.

She could not go to work like this. She was too keyed up.

She slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, imagining it was Rafe’s hand, feeling the rough calluses on his fingertips and his breath across her neck. Ruby’s fingers dipped between her legs as she pictured Rafe bracing himself above her.

She knew how it would go. Gentle at first, so slow and soft, Rafe trembling with the effort to hold back until they were both so strung out with desire that they snapped. And then he would fuck her into the mattress until she screamed, those huge hands digging into her hips, her thighs, holding her open for him.

Ruby’s soft moan filled the room as her fingers sped up and slowed down, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. She was so wet and so close. Her fantasy of Rafe pounding her into the bed was so real she could smell him even stronger now, like he was here, like his cock really was sliding in and out of her when it was only her own fingers.

A low growl and a muttered curse pulled Ruby out of her daydream. She cracked open her eyes to find Rafe standing in her now open doorway, his hair wet, drops of rainwater following the dips and valleys of his chest and abs.

Dear Lord.

Ruby froze, her hand still between her legs, her breath coming in rapid gasps.

“Don’t stop.” Rafe’s voice sounded like it was scraped from his throat. His eyes never left her face. His hand gripped the door jamb so tight a part of Ruby’s brain wondered if he might crack it.

But the other part of her brain screamed at her to finish what she’d started. She circled her fingers faster and harder but with Rafe’s dark gaze on her, it didn’t take long. Her back arched, her heels digging into the mattress. Pleasure shot through her, lighting up stars behind her eyelids. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting wave after wave of release wash over her.

She sighed. Her body felt heavy, sated. A small smile played over her lips, but when she opened her eyes, the doorway was empty.

Rafe was gone.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The drive to the bar was long and quiet. It was taking every ounce of Rafe’s humanity to not pull over and fuck Ruby’s brains out. He could not erase the image of her on her bed, hands between her thighs, her cheeks pink from pleasure. Fucking herself because he couldn’t do it. Goddamn it.

“You look like you want to kill someone again.”

Ruby’s teasing tone broke him out of his thoughts. At least she wasn’t pissed at him for watching her like some pervert and then running away. Again.

“Uh, no. Not at the moment.”

He stole a glance at her from the corner of his eye. She was dressed in her usual work wear, black cardigan over a tank top that made her tits look fantastic, short black skirt that made her thighs look edible, and her black boots for kicking the shit out of people that thought about her like that.

Her lips had a fresh coat of lipstick, and her dark hair was tied up in two knots on top of her head, exposing her neck. His cock twitched at the memory of kissing that neck this morning. God, had that only been this morning?