Page 58 of What He Never Knew

A breathy sigh left my nose, everything that had stopped kicking back to life in a whir — my heart, the rain,time. It all seemed to rush in like a flash flood, taking me down with it. Reese’s breaths came just as hard as mine, like he was drowning too as our lips melded together, my hands threading around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more.

Everything about that man was so hard — the bend of his brows, the sharp edges of his jaw, the muscles under his white t-shirt. But his lips? His lips were the softest command, smooth like rose petals, yet powerful enough to bend me in a silent plea to submit. I opened my mouth on a gasp, and his tongue swept in, both of us letting out moans that sent chills racing down to my ankles.

I climbed into his lap like I’d done it before, like I wasn’t home until every inch of me touched every inch of him, like the cells in his body called to those in mine. My legs spread, knees hitting the couch on either side of him as he kissed me harder. He groaned when our middles met, when the hot center of me brushed against the hardness of him, and he bit my lower lip like it was taking everything in him to restrain himself after that.

Who even was I?

The way I surrounded him, the way I touched him was the way I’d always imagined I would one day — when the right man came along, when I made it out of the house and away from my piano long enough to fall in love. I imagined being kissed just like this, being held just like this, being incontrol— just like this.

Only this was so much more than I even could have imagined.

Everything about him invaded my senses — the warmth of his lips, the hot pressure of his hands, the strong scent of him; fresh soap, tobacco, pine.

Man.

He was all man, all hard muscle and protective care. He held me reverently, lips moving with slow, calculated pressure as I succumbed to him. I’d wanted that kiss for so long, wanted to feel his hands on me, wanted to have my hands onhim. It wasn’t just a crush. It wasn’t just a school girl lusting after my teacher.

IsawReese, just as he saw me.

It didn’t matter if it was wrong, if he was older, if I was his student.

I wanted him.

And the way he touched me, I knew he wanted me, too.

I moaned, hands weaving back into his hair to tug as he released my lip with a pop. And in that moment, I was lost. In that moment, I wasn’t Sarah Henderson at all — I was the object of Reese’s desire. I was the lips he kissed, the skin he touched, the woman he wanted.

Desire pooled between my legs as I rolled my hips against him, and he growled, hands moving from where they framed my face to grip my waist, instead. He squeezed tight, holding me in place so I couldn’t roll my hips again.

And with that small motion, with that completely normal reaction — reality snapped back like a rubber band to my face.

Wolfgang’s face flashed through my vision like a bolt of lightning as Reese released my lips, trailing hot kisses down my neck. I gasped, and he sucked the skin between his teeth, but it wasn’t him I felt anymore. It wasn’t him I saw.

Just relax. I’ll get you where you want to be.

Reese’s hands gripped me harder, his thumbs pressing into my hip bones as another cry left my lips, confusion rippling through me.

Shhh, don’t cry. Don’t scream.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Reese growled against my throat before capturing my lips again. He sucked in a breath on that kiss, pulling me closer, like he could meld his body with mine entirely. “You taste so sweet.”

You taste so sweet.

I pressed my hands into Reese’s chest, and he let my lips go free again, bringing my fingertips to his lips before he moved in for my neck again.

You don’t have to fight. It’s okay, you know.

It’s okay to like it.

“Stop.”

The word croaked through me, but I had no voice. It wasn’t even a whisper, just a dead, silent plea on my lips as my wolf’s claws shredded me from the inside.

“Stop,” I said again, and this time it was a whisper. “Stop, stop, STOP!”

I jumped off Reese in the next instant, body shaking uncontrollably from the loss of his heat, from the memory of my wolf. I fell to the floor as soon as I was out of his lap, and my feet peddled me backward until my back hit his entertainment center. I yelped at the shock of it, eyes wide, heart racing. I could only see Wolfgang, could only hear his voice.

I clamped my hands over my ears and screamed. “Stop!”