Page 93 of Big Bad Wolf

“Yes, very.”

He smiled and she needed him closer. She tugged him up to her face, his fingers never stopping their tortuous movements. His lips were soft and warm and wet. She kissed him, and Rafe growled against her mouth, dipping inside with his tongue, salty and sweet at once. He propped himself on his elbow with Ruby tucked into his side. His thumb traced her clit as his fingers thrust faster, but he didn’t take his lips from hers, kissing and thrusting and holding her until she came hard against him, her cries filling the still night air.

Ruby slumped down onto the blankets, and Rafe stayed propped up next to her, his own breathing nearly as hard as hers.

“Shit, Ruby,” he murmured, leaning down to nuzzle into her damp hair and kiss along her neck. “You are so beautiful.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, making her hot all over again.

“You’re very good at that,” she sighed.

His lips tipped into a smile. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.” He had begun to trail kisses down her neck and chest, so he whispered the words against her skin. “This should go.” He tugged at her shirt until she laughed and pulled it off.

He kissed along the top of her bra, groaning to himself. “God, these tits. So fucking perfect.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good as tits go.”

Rafe peered up at her, his laugh skating over her flesh. “They’re amazing.” He reached around and undid the clasp, freeing her breasts to the night air. “Perfect,” he crooned as he sucked on one nipple and then the other, his tongue worshiping her all over again.

“Rafe,” she gasped, the sensation too strong, like torture.

“Mmm?” He didn’t look up from his ministrations, just sucked and licked, the heat building between her legs again. She slipped her hand down her stomach to where she needed more, more friction, more everything.

Rafe groaned when he realized what she was doing but didn’t stop teasing and biting and sucking and Ruby thought maybe he was right, her tits were perfect because right now they were making her feel amazing. It didn’t take long between Rafe’s beautiful mouth and her own hand before Ruby came again, sharp and strong and sudden.

“Fuck,” she breathed and this time Rafe collapsed next to her, pulling her in close. Ruby let herself snuggle into him for a minute before she realized what was wrong.

“Why are you still dressed?”

Rafe’s laugh rumbled through her. God, she loved that laugh. Ruby sat up and looked down at him in the dark. He was still smiling. He looked happy and young. No sign of his murder face. This Rafe looked sweet and kind, like his insides were finally reflected on the outside.

She pushed the hair out of her face. “I’m serious. Get naked, wolf-man. I want to see you.”

His eyes sparked. “This was just for you, Ruby.” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered.

“You said hands and mouths were allowed.” She held up her hands in front of her, turning them back and forth for him to admire. “And I have those things too.”

Rafe’s gaze darkened, like he was imagining the possibilities.

“So, strip.”

He sat up, his eyes only leaving hers long enough to pull the shirt over his head and reveal all the glorious muscle underneath. Ruby kneeled in front of him, her hands on his shoulders. “Isn’t that better?” she said, leaning in to kiss him again.

His hands traced over her back, dipping over the curve of her ass and back again.

“This ass drives me crazy every time you wear one of those short skirts,” he growled.

She laughed, kissing him again. “Is that what you thought about when you followed me through the woods, my ass?” she asked, breathless.

“Tried not to,” he said and bit her bottom lip. “But it didn’t work.”

She moaned, the feel of his fingers barely touching her driving her wild.

“Is that what you wanted, brave girl? You wandered through the woods hoping the big bad wolf would find you?”

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her, the wetness that coated the top of her legs. His words were so close to what she’d secretly fantasized about.

“Not the big bad wolf,” she breathed. “You.”

Rafe pressed his forehead to hers, his hands still tracing her curves, still barely touching her when she wanted him to grab and push and hold.