Page 92 of Big Bad Wolf

“Walking away from you last night nearly killed me.”

Ruby held him tighter, digging her fingers into his hair. “Then don’t walk away tonight.”

He hesitated a breath longer before bringing his lips to hers. The touch was so soft she could barely feel it. She whimpered and Rafe’s mouth tipped into a smile. “So last night wasn’t enough to get me out of your system?” he asked, his words skating across her skin.

“Not even close.”

Rafe groaned and tugged her into his lap. She straddled him, the nest of blankets tangled around her legs. She rocked into his rigid cock, and he finally claimed her lips with his own, biting and licking until she opened for him. He tasted wild, like freedom and wide-open night skies.

He kept a hand behind her head, holding her close and another on her ass, holding her closer. She was pinned against him, his arms locking her in place. The feeling of being caught zinged through her. She liked it, being captured by this man. This man who could hurt her but never would.

She rocked again, wrapping her arms around Rafe’s neck, and he deepened the kiss, licking into her, tasting her. They kissed like that, slow and languorous like they had forever.

When Rafe finally pulled away, his lips were swollen and his eyes dark with desire. His hair was mussed from her fingers, and his breathing was fast and shallow. He looked positively feral and it made Ruby want to run. Run so he could catch her.

“God, Ruby,” he murmured, tracing a thumb over her sensitive lips. “You are so fucking sexy. How have I lived so long without you … and never … I…” He swallowed hard, pain crossing his expression.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”

He sat up, looking away from her face. “We can’t… I’m sorry… Not yet.” He breathed deep, waiting for her response. The nervous furrow of his brow nearly broke her.

“We’ll do whatever you want,” she said, running a hand over his chest.

“It’s just… It’s complicated.”

Ruby nodded. “Complicated werewolf stuff?”

“Yeah,” he said with a relieved smile. “Complicated werewolf stuff.”

“Okay, we’ll wait.” Ruby tried to move off his lap, but Rafe held tight to her hips.

“No.” His fingers dug into her flesh. “I want to eat you again. Like last night.”

Heat flared in Ruby’s gut. “Oh.”

Rafe kissed her again, his tongue flicking over hers. Ruby moaned but pulled back.

“Just to be clear,” she said, her voice low and needy, as she squirmed in his lap. “We can’t have … uh … intercourse because of werewolf reasons but everything else is on the table?”

Rafe huffed a laugh. “Intercourse?”

“Fine,” Ruby said, nibbling on his lower lip. “We can’t fuck, but hands and mouths are fair game?”

Rafe’s smile turned wolfish, his eyes lit up like the stars. “Yes, exactly.”

She didn’t have time to ask why or to care before Rafe had flipped her onto her back and made quick work of her jeans and underwear. If the man wanted to go down on her again, who was she to argue?

And God, did he want to. He licked her like he was starving, like she held life’s secrets between her thighs, like he’d waited for her forever. She grinned up at the night sky. Damn, he was good at that. Ruby ran her fingers through Rafe’s hair, needing something to hold on to before she floated off into the stars above them.

He looked at her, his silver eyes flashing in the dark, his hands on her thighs, holding her open to him, and Ruby knew this wasn’t just lust. That this thing between them wouldn’t be solved by orgasms—although orgasms never hurt. The way he looked at her with not only hunger in his eyes, but something else, something softer, something like…

Rafe tore his gaze away and stroked her clit with his tongue until Ruby’s thighs trembled and her feet struggled to find purchase in the bed of blankets.

“You like that, brave girl?” His voice rumbled against her flesh, and she whimpered. He repeated the move with his tongue, applying more pressure this time, licking her with a relentless rhythm.

He squeezed her ass with one hand and slid a finger into her with the other. Finger fucking must be allowed, she thought, nearly giggling before her breath was stolen by another finger joining the first.

Rafe groaned, his fingers working in long slow strokes and already she felt so full. “Is it okay?” he asked, watching her reaction, his other hand running over her thigh.