Page 40 of Desire Him

Exhaling, she takes his hand and steps out of the car and into the cold mountain atmosphere. He smiles down at her, clearly pleased that she chose him, and he leads her inside. The butterflies don’t ease, but she twines her fingers into his anyway.

As soon as she steps inside, warmth envelopes her. She’s been in this cabin every day for years, but somehow, it feels brand new to her. It feels different. It suddenly feels small with what hangs between them unsaid. She can’t explain it, but the nervousness only ratchets up a few notches.

She turns to face him. He shuts the door and scrubs his head before dragging the hand down his face. “This isn’t a game to me, Val,” he whispers. “I know you are what I want. I want to wake up to you. I want to kiss you on my claiming mark while we’re lounging on the couch together. I want to fuck you whenever I want . . . because I love you. Not because you’re my latest fling. I’m not interested in flings. I want the real thing.” He squeezes their still joined hands. “With you. Because I love you.”

She lets the words settle over her while she studies his face. Her heart pounds a little faster, and she rubs her palm on her chest to calm the beats. She believes him. She can’t sense the lie. She can’t sense anything but desperation for her to understand where he’s coming from. “I love you too,” she admits. “My wolf wants you–”

He steps closer so that their chests are touching. “My wolf wants you too.”

They’re silent for a moment, content with staring into each other’s eyes. He squeezes her hand and breaks their quiet communication. “Come on. Let’s get you that shower.”

He tugs her toward the hallway, leading her to the master bedroom and then to the ensuite bathroom. The bathroom is average with a stand-up shower that has a glass sliding door, a double vanity, a cabinet, and a toilet. Black rugs hug the pale tile floor, and matching black towels hang from hooks near the shower.

Sliding open the glass door, he reaches inside and twists on the water. He turns to her and lets go of her hand, only to lift her shirt over her head and toss it into the dirty hamper by the vanity.

“I can undress myself,” she murmurs with heated cheeks as he unbuttons her jeans.

“So can I,” is all he says as he slides her jeans and underwear down her legs, off her feet, and tosses them to land on top of her dirty shirt. He reaches behind her and flicks the clasp of her bra. Her bra springs forward and slides down her shoulders. She drops her arms, and it falls to the floor.

She has the urge to hide herself because she’s no small girl, but she doesn’t. If he truly loves her, then he loves her curves too.

He guides her into the shower, and she immediately goes under the spray of water. Its warmth slides down her body and warms even her cold toes. When Wayne steps inside, completely naked, she asks, “What are you doing?” She hadn’t expected him to take a shower with her. But seeing him naked . . . wet and naked.

All thoughts flee her mind as he steps closer to her. He doesn’t answer her. Instead, he picks up the soap, lathers it in his hands, and starts to wash her. Everywhere his hands touch leaves a tingling trail. She tries hard not to hum, but when he reaches between her legs, she can’t help it.

Next, he washes her hair, sudsing it up and rinsing it free of bubbles. His shampoo smells so good that she inhales deeply. When he’s finished, he rubs her cheek with his thumb and asks, “Can I kiss you now?”

She bites her lip and nods. He frees her lip, bends down, and presses a soft kiss to her mouth. The kiss is slow as if there is something weighted between them, something left unsaid. Or perhaps something that can’t be said with words.

With his other hand, he pulls her flush against his body. She wraps her arm around his waist, and with the other, she explores his back. His muscles ripple under the attention, and he sucks in a sharp breath when she reaches the small of his back.

The kiss deepens, and their tongues dip into each other’s mouths. She groans when his hand traces down her spine and cups her ass. He continues the trail down to the top of her thigh and then hooks her leg over his hip. He grinds into her. She gasps as his erection presses against her already throbbing clit.

“I’m going to fuck you, Val. I’m going to fuck you until you believe me that you’re the only thing I want now and forever.”

She bites her bottom lip and nods again. Without further comment, he hoists her up, wraps both legs around him, and pins her to the shower wall. She sucks in a quick breath. She’s no small girl, and she almost protests to put her down so he doesn’t strain himself, but then his cock slams into her, and the words flee from her thoughts.

Her head tips back and rests against the wall. Her chest bows against his as she adjusts to his size.

“Shit,” he growls, gripping her hips tightly.

He begins to rock his hips, and her nails bite into his shoulders as he does. He’s hitting just the right spot, and she quivers at the sensation. “Oh, right there,” she groans.

“I know, baby,” he says between clenched teeth. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

She hums because she barely hears him with the blood roaring in her ears. He’s pounding into her now, their slick bodies sliding against each other. It’s all she can do to hold on. He’s fucking her like he’s a desperate man. He’s fucking her like she might leave him. She doesn’t want to leave him. She wants this to last forever. She wants the same things he does, so why is she fighting this? Why is she still confused and unsure? He already told her a couple of times now that he loves her. And she believed him. She still believes him.

She and her wolf seemingly come to a decision about where she and Wayne stand, and with that, her fangs slide out. She looks down at Wayne, sort of frightened that she might scare him off, but his are showing as well, pressing into the sides of his chin.

As he continues to slam into her, as he continues to make her climb that wall to the peak of her climax, he says, “Don’t be scared, baby. I want this. Do you?”

Yes. Yes, she wants this more than anything. She can picture their life together. She can picture having a bundle of kids, and she can picture them growing old together. So, she nods.

He groans and picks up the pace. Her eyes roll, and heat spreads across her body. Her lower abdomen tightens, and then it explodes. She cums with a scream and then lashes forward and bites his neck.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, fucking her senseless while angling his head to the side for easy access.

His blood coats her tongue, and she can feel her half of the mating click into place. Pure, undiluted love replaces any of the uneasiness she had left. An all-consuming love that nearly cripples her. There’s a place that swells solely for him in her heart, and her wolf whines inside her, waiting for the bite.