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“Wh-what’re you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out embarrassingly breathless.
He smirks like he knows the effect he has on me, “I’m going to sit here until you fall asleep…make sure those nightmares are too afraid to make an appearance.”
In case I hadn't already been harboring a ridiculous crush on the man, that statement alone would have created it. I mean Jesus fucking Christ. I bite my lip and turn towards my room, nerves, and excitement dancing through me. I decide for thefirst time in well ever, that I want to be bold. Not out of fear or necessity but because I want something.
“Hey, Wolf?” I ask, keeping my back to him.
“Yeah?” His rumbling voice comes from right behind me and my core clenches.
“Will you sleep next to me?” I ask boldly, not allowing my voice to showcase the absolute riot of nerves happening. Because on the inside I am a trembling nervous wreck.
He’s silent and right when I think he is going to say no, his chest touches my back and he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Of course I will.”
On trembling legs, I climb into my bed and he follows right behind me, whipping off his shirt and climbing in next to me. He stays a respectful distance away as I get comfortable beside him, doing my best not to stare at his exposed chest. The guy is housing some serious muscle that I would pay money to run my tongue along. I’m talking about tight ridges and sculpted abs. The kind that you get from years of taking care of your body and honing it into a fucking weapon.
I have never shared a bed with a man. After what happened when I was fifteen I never even had the desire to be intimate with another human being. But having Wolf in my bed feels right like he was meant to be here with me.
I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath as he whispers, “Go to sleep, Dakota. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter 14
Wolf
"When it's been a while since you've been in love, and suddenly you are, it's like waking up to a world you've forgotten." - Lang Leav
Iwake up with a raging hard-on and a beautiful woman in my arms. Something that I definitely didn’t expect to happen when I took on this assignment. Sometime in the night, she managed to climb closer to me and instead of moving away, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. And now I can't stop staring at her peaceful sleeping face and wishing I had the courage to kiss her. The way her plush lips are parted and her soft breaths are exhaling is just so goddamn inviting.
I shot all caution to the wind yesterday after she opened up to me. Seeing her vulnerable and honest was life-changing. And no, that’s not a fucking exaggeration. I decided right then and there that I didn't want to be something that caused her more anxiety or stress or worry. I’m still kicking myself in the ass mentally over the fact that I caused her any in the first place. I never should have avoided her because of my own issues…it was fucking selfish. I refuse to do that again.
No…I want to be who she comes to when she needs stability and strength. I want to be her comfort. I want her to feel like she can come to me and share those beautiful thoughts in her head.
Lifting my hand, I slowly push her hair out of her face and she sighs sleepily, nuzzling into my hand. God, she's absolutely fucking perfect. I wanted to rage when she was talking about her anxiety…about how her brain hated her. I don't know how to express to her that there is literally nothing wrong with her. She's genuinely the kindest, smartest, and most beautiful woman I have ever known. Does she even realize how strong she is? She has overcome so much. Endured so much fucking pain and didn’t allow it to make her bitter or angry. She’s still this kind and loving woman who can be vulnerable and honest. She’s a fucking vision and she deserves to know it.
Anxiety is a real bitch. I’ve had a few friends in the Corps who dealt with it, and sometimes I think Seb has it. It’s not like a conscious choice to overthink or over feel…anxiety comes at you when you feel vulnerable and just attacks. I hate that she has to go through that…but I’m in awe of how she manages to handle it.
Slowly, those mix-matched eyes blink away the sleep and a breathtaking smile overtakes her face as she looks up at me. I don't even try to stop the responding smile or the way she makes my heart pound in my chest. How is it possible that someone can look so fucking good first thing in the morning? It should be a crime.
“Morning,” she says sleepily, nibbling on her lower lip in a way that drives me fucking insane.
“Morning,” I reply in a raspy voice that is basically drenched in pent up sex.Jesus, I need to get a grip.
While I start to berate myself for being such a horny asshole, Dakota takes the time to lift her leg and hook it over my hip which causes her core to rest directly on my throbbing dick. A groan tries to work its way up my throat but I force it down asI look at the beauty in my arms. I can barely form a coherent thought.
She’s looking at me like…like she fucking wants me. It has my body coming alive and need overtaking me as I stare down into her face. She bites her lip and lightly, almost as if she's nervous, rocks her hips causing her core to slide along my dick through our clothes.
This time I don't stop the groan that explodes in my chest at the feeling of her heated cunt against me.
“Baby, you’re gonna wanna stop doing that,” I rasp, my hand finding its way to her hip and my fingers sliding under the fabric of her shirt. My hand glides along the creamy expanse of her skin.
“Why?” She asks in that breathy tone that she had yesterday when she asked me to sleep next to her. The one that had me damn near coming in my pants.
I groan again as she gives another tentative rock, “Because you’re gonna make me snap and then I won't be able to stop.”
She bites her lip again as her pupils dilate and one of her small hands snakes around my neck, dragging my face closer to hers as she whispers, “Then fucking snap.”
Then her lips are slamming into mine and it’s like the fucking sun breaking through the clouds. I am blissed out as her soft plump lips move against mine, her tongue darting out to lip the seam of my lips. And the entire time, she's rocking her hips and using me to chase her pleasure.
Her soft moans are fucking music to my ears, driving me on in my quest to fucking devour her. Our kiss feels almost frantic as our tongues duel and our hands grip at each other. When she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and bites lightly, I fucking groan like a starved man. I can't help it. This woman has just set my goddamn blood on fire.
