Page 16 of Baiting the Werewolf

He rolls his eyes, tightening his grip on me. My body melts into him without my permission. “I’ll have a better comeback for that after we’ve tried that again.”

What the fuck does that mean? Before I can ask him to explain, his mouth crashes against mine, basically turning off my brain.

He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer as he pushes my body against the tree. It must be scraping his fingers, but he doesn't seem to care. Then he pushes his tongue into my mouth.

My eyes snap shut as I lose myself in the moment. Savoring every second.

We should stop. We really should. But I’ve clearly lost all control over myself because my hands clutch onto him, like I’ll float away if I don’t hold on tight.

He groans against my mouth. Then pulls back to drop kisses down my neck.

I tilt my head back, giving him better access. The combination of soft lips and rough stubble makes me surrender what little control I had. Everything with him feels like my first time.

His touch searing into my skin.

His lips marking me.

His arms pulling me closer.

“What are you doing?” My words dissolve into a moan.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

Yes. Say yes. You absolutely fucking need to say yes. But nothing comes out.

He pulls back and looks down at me. “Can we just not stop?” he asks. His eyes are dark and so intense, I’d say yes to pretty much anything right now.

“I think we should talk about you being a different species first,” I say instead, my voice pleading.

“Will that be a reason why we shouldn’t do this?” He moves back, just a little bit. But I notice it immediately.

I shake my head quickly. “No. Obviously, no.” Because despite the secrets and the revelations, I don’t doubt for a second he’s still my best friend. My person.

He smiles seconds before pulling me into a kiss again. “Then later,” he says against my mouth. He slips his arm around my hips and picks me up.

I wrap my legs around him, mostly to avoid falling on my face.

Then I hear a sharp ripping sound before cold air hits my skin. I gasp against his mouth.

He just shredded my T-shirt off with his sharp, very non-human claws.

I look down at the sad piece of cloth lying on the dirt. Rough bark scrapes against my skin.

“Sorry,” he says, not looking sorry at all. He's busy scanning my body instead. His gaze is so intense it's like he's trying to mark me as his. Yeah, we'll deal with the secret thing in the next two to three business days.

He kisses down my body, sucking and biting, marking me possessively.

I grab his hair and encourage my ravishment. If there was a moment I could have tried to stop this, it's well and truly gone.

He kisses down to my nipple, taking one into his mouth. Then bites it gently, making my back arch.

“Why do you taste so good?” He mumbles against my skin.

I have no idea how to answer that, so I drop a kiss on his head.

Then there's another loud tearing noise. I look down to see my pants are in shreds. “You know they have buttons and zippers on them, right? They put them there for a reason." I say.

He kisses down my body before kneeling before me. “If you're still being a brat, I'm clearly not doing a good job here.”