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A moment later, he’s wrapped around me, trapping me between his solid frame and the wood-paneled wall. His mouth is hot and demanding as it descends on mine. And I kiss him back because he’s giving me exactly what I need. A clear path, no decisions necessary. I’m ready to take a break from fighting and go along for the ride.
You’re safe with Paxton.It’s my wolf that convinces me to really let go. It’s just sex. I can always decide to hate him again tomorrow.
Maybe it’s crazy giving in to lust I can’t control. Or maybe it’s something bigger than me. Instinct. I know the history of the mate bond. I know it’s meant to strengthen our numbers and our packs. And whether Paxton believes in pack life or not, he’s clearly not immune to this particular feature of shifter life. Something bigger than either of us brought us together.
Maybe the crazy thing is how hard I’ve been fighting fate because the second I let go, I feel really alive for the first time ever.
Paxton kisses the corner of my mouth. He kisses my cheek, next to my ear, the edge of my jaw. By the time his lips reach the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear, I feel like I’ve been lit up from the inside out. As if I’m on fire from the same force that’s been protecting me. I force my eyes to open—I hadn’t even realized they were closed—just to make sure I’m not actually glowing from the power of it.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. It isn’t lust like I thought. It’s… something unexplainable.
Paxton must feel it too because he hesitates as his mouth reaches my collarbone. “Are you okay?”
“Keep going,” I tell him in a hoarse whisper.
He places a chaste kiss right at the start of my collarbone as his hands slip under the thin top I borrowed from the closet. I arch into him and try to not think too much about the fact that as I press into him, I can distinctly feel how hard he is. It doesn’t matter that I pissed him off right before he kissed me, he’s obviously turned on.
Focus.
I run my hands up his back, feeling the way his smooth skin pulls taut over his ridiculous muscles. I’ve never touched a man built like this. Jimmy took care of himself, but this is a whole other level of man.
It feels agonizing to take my hands off of him when I’m suddenly so keen to explore; but as angry as he makes me sometimes, I don’t want to risk hurting him. I turn my palms away from him and focus on everything I’m feeling. It feels like energy is bleeding out of me, and I watch in amazement as my hunch pays off.
Here in this moment, with Paxton’s fingers grazing the undersides of my bare breasts and his mouth working its way back up my neck, I’m finally in control over this strange power I’ve been harboring.
“Paxton,” I say his name softly.
He’s illuminated enough now from the light glowing off my hands that I can clearly see the expression that crosses over his face as he opens his eyes to look at me. Anger. He obviously thinks I’m stopping him, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Paxton,look.”
Recognition finally lights in his eyes, and he turns his head to stare at my left hand and then turns the other direction to stare at my right. “How are you doing that?”
“I don’t know. It’s you. I couldn’t control it before.”
His head whips around toward me, and he stares deeply into my eyes. “It’s me, huh?” A smirk tips his mouth up at one corner.
My cheeks flame with embarrassment over how I blurted those particular words out, and I watch helplessly as the light radiating off of my hands starts to fade. For a second, I felt in control in a way I never have. Despair washes over me and seems to extinguish my flame.
“Lift your arms,” Paxton commands.
“What?” I’m too focused on the renewed darkness to make sense of his words right away. Impatiently, he tugs at the hem of my shirt.
“Trust me.” I’m not ready to trust him, but on this, I concede. I lift my arms and keep my eyes on his as he pulls the shirt over my head. “Hands off.” I blink at him in confusion until I realize my hands have found their way to his chest. I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing I was before—that I shouldn’t risk burning him. I drop my hands and carefully turn my palms away from us. It’s not the most comfortable position.
Paxton takes my wrists and lifts my arms above my head, pinning them against the wall above me.
“Keep them right there.” He squeezes once and then releases my wrists. I keep my hands where they are. I have a vague idea where this is going.
He places a stunningly chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth as his hands move to my waist. He tugs my lower half impossibly closer, making sure there’s no mistaking how turned on he is right now. I can’t judge him for it either because it’s taking all of my willpower not to rub my thighs together to alleviate the ache building between my legs.
If this is how Paxton always does foreplay, I’m not sure I can survive him. I’m already overheated and tempted to rub against him like a cat in heat. If we keep this up, I’m definitely going to embarrass myself.
He drags his hands up my sides so slowly that I have to bite my lip to keep from urging him to move faster. I’d like to keep my last thread of dignity intact.
It seems to take forever before he reaches the sides of my breasts. When he finally cups them in his hands, a hiss of air escapes between my lips. Paxton runs his thumbs over my pebbled nipples, and I sink my teeth harder into my bottom lip to keep from making more noise. He chuckles as if he knows anyway.
“Relax, sweetheart. Focus on that.” He jerks his chin up to gesture to my hands, both of them still lying palms out against the wall above my head.
