Page 70 of Her Big Bad Wolf

The intensity of my stare seemed to make her squirm and blush. When she ducked her head, a piece of hair fell into her face.

I couldn’t have that.

Reaching out my hand, I brushed it back behind her ear. That briefest contact sent shockwaves of awareness through me.

My hand froze there, and I gently caressed her cheek, mesmerized by her response as she leaned into my touch.

“Are the boys settled in for the night?” I asked.

Her pupils dilated in response to my deeper than usual voice laced with the barely concealed emotions I was struggling to control.

She nodded, and my body seemed to take that as a green light.

I dipped my head down and kissed her. It was the boldest thing I’d done with a woman since high school. And it wasn’t nearly enough.

I needed more.

That slight brushing of lips set off a firestorm between us that could not be contained a second longer.

My need for her was overwhelming me as I kissed her more boldly. She kissed me back with equal passion.

I hadn’t planned on things escalating beyond that, but once we’d crossed that line, once I tasted her sweet lips, there was no turning back.

Blinded by passion, I picked her up, cradling her in my arms as I carried her to my bedroom. Her lips never left mine. One hand fisted in my hair while the other explored the contours of my chest.

I had always thought that if this day came that I would be nervous and awkward. This was none of that.

As we got to the bedroom, I kicked the door closed behind me. I didn’t want any interruptions and I didn't want to think about the long-term repercussions. I just wanted to live in the moment and feel alive for the first time in a very long time.

Since meeting Vanessa, it was as if she'd awaken a part of me I thought had died.

Gently I laid her down on the bed, then took off my shirt before joining her.

She gave a sexy growl of appreciation and a shiver ran down my spine as she reached out to touch me.

I kissed her again, this time letting my hands explore her body. It was a surreal moment.

There was this undeniable connection between us. It was as if she knew exactly where and how to touch me and judging by the soft mews and sounds of appreciation, I was doing a fine job for her, too.

It took a little fumbling around for me to get her shirt off and her bra unclasped, but I managed. And we were both rewarded as I worshipped her exposed breasts.

I was amazed by how much pleasure it gave me to please her.

But quickly it became clear that my little impatient mate wanted more.

She reached for the button of my jeans and groaned in frustration.

I chuckled. “Let me do it.”

She wasted no time though. As I was trying to remove my pants as fast as possible, she was already shimmying out of hers.

God she was beautiful.

Seeing her lying there completely bare before me took my breath away.

A feral growl ripped through me with an unimaginable desire to claim her as mine.

I positioned myself between her legs.