Page 94 of Big Bad Wolf

“And what did you want me to do when I found you?” he asked, his voice like distant thunder.

Ruby swallowed hard.

“Everything.”

Rafe groaned and cursed under his breath, his hands finally gripping her tight and pulling her to him.

“Ruby, I… We…” He struggled for the words and maybe she should have let him find them, maybe she should have let him try to explain, but she didn’t want it to end, this night, this moment, this whatever this was between them. She wanted to hold on to it for as long as possible. She didn’t want him to pull away from her again.

“This is perfect, Rafe. This night is perfect.” She pulled back so he could see she was serious. This sex was the best she’d ever had, and whatever was holding him back from the rest was something they could work out later.

The pain was back on his face, the furrow back between his brows. She wanted it gone. Just for tonight, she wanted him happy. She tugged at his waistband.

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered.

A tremble went through him at her words. “Ruby⁠—”

“I want to.”

He held her gaze, his eyes black with desire. The change in his expression was so subtle she would have missed it if she hadn’t been staring at him. His restraint was snapping. She could see it with every twitch of his muscles, with every clench of his jaw. He was done denying himself, at least for tonight.

“And how are you going to make me feel good, brave girl?” he rasped, barely above a whisper and Ruby grinned.

“Well, first I’m going to suck your cock.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

He was in so far over his head he couldn’t even see the surface anymore. All he could see was Ruby and her bright eyes and sinfully red lips. Lips that would soon be wrapped around his cock if he didn’t stop her.

She held his gaze, searching and uncertain. And that look, the fact that she didn’t know how bad he wanted her, it was what broke him. He wanted her more than he wanted his next sunrise, more than his next race through the woods, more than any part of his own worthless life. Wanting Ruby made existing possible.

Ruby still toyed with the button of his jeans, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, sending heat sizzling up his spine.

“Rafe?” she asked, still questioning, still uncertain, and it was his fault. His fault that she didn’t know the truth. His fault for wanting her and pushing her away at the same time in some misplaced act of protection.

“Yes,” he growled. “Wrap those ruby red lips around my dick like I’ve been dreaming about.”

A slow smile bloomed on Ruby’s face. “You have?”

“Fuck, yes.” He leaned against the side of the truck bed, lifted his hips and pulled the jeans and boxer briefs off and tossed them to the side. “Come here.” His voice was barely human anymore, enough to scare away most people, but Ruby crawled in closer until she was kneeling between his thighs.

“I’ve wanted those lips on me since the first day I saw you. That damn red paint, Ruby, it’s like a fucking beacon.” He ran his hands over her hips and up to her tits, palming one and then the other. He rolled the nipple between his fingers and gave it a squeeze. Ruby whimpered and pressed her thighs together.

“What else did you want?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

He couldn’t help his smile, even as he dug himself deeper into whatever this was, even as he remembered that this woman was his Mate and he still didn’t know what to do about that.

“I wanted everything, too. I wanted all of you. God, I still do.”

She leaned in to kiss him at the same time as she gripped his cock in her fist. He groaned into her mouth, and he felt her smile against him. And that smile. It was a victory. It was evidence that he’d done one fucking thing right in his life.

And then her hands were on his chest, his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh as she took him into her mouth one slow inch at a time. He pushed her hair from her face and wrapped it around his fist, not wanting to miss a second of the obscene view. Those lips framed his cock perfectly. He tugged her hair just a little and she purred, the vibration nearly killing him. Of course she would like it a little rough, his brave girl who ventured into dark woods, who dreamed of dangerous strangers.

He tugged again, moving her how he wanted her, thrusting a little deeper with each stroke of her mouth. She squeezed her thighs together and pressed her fingernails into his legs and let him fuck her mouth.

She was so good, so perfect, her mouth so fucking warm and tight and wet. It wouldn’t take long. Already the orgasm was building, pleasure radiating out to his toes.

He let her go, let her come up for air, her hair cascading over her shoulder. She held the base of his cock in one hand and licked around the head, her lipstick smudged on her swollen lips.