lost interest in other women. Even if he and Julie weren’t together, dating and sleeping around felt disloyal. The one time he’d relented had been last Christmas, after he’d caught the scent of another man on her clothing. Afterward, he’d felt guilty for weeks. They hadn’t been together, he hadn’t even told her his intentions, but it still felt as if he’d betrayed her.
“Are you sure this is what you want? Because, baby, once we start, I’m not sure I’ll have the willpower to stop. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting you get away from me afterward.” As her chest inflated with a large breath, he braced himself for disappointment.
“I’m sure.” The words had scarcely left her mouth when he pounced. He saw her eyes widen in surprise and searched their depths for fear–of him, of his beast–but there was none. Only the slow kindling of desire’s flame.
He had her right where he wanted, her legs wrapped around his waist, close enough to feel her chest rise and fall with each breath. He brought a hand up and swept it over her face, following the movement with his eyes and memorizing her features.
“I’ve waited for this for the longest time.”
“Stop. I don’t need flowery words. I need you. Just you.” She grabbed his hand, stopping its exploration and brought it to her breast. There was something in her voice. Something troubling. But as her nipple hardened underneath his fingers, the weight of her breast settling in his palm, he tucked the concern away for later. Right now, he had more important things to discover. Like what color her nipples were, and if they tasted as good as they felt.
He whispered her name before closing his mouth over hers, the need to taste her overwhelming him. He watched her eyes close before allowing his own to follow. The feel of her hands reaching up, clutching his back like a lifeline, forced a growl past his throat. He worried for a moment whether it would scare her, but her hands gripped him tighter, assuring him it hadn’t.
Skimming his hands down her stomach, Brendan clutched the edge of her shirt. He pulled it up and over her head, breaking the kiss.
Intent on getting back to her mouth, he cast a quick look down, but was brought up short by the sight in front of him. Julie was perfection. There were no other words. A black and beige bra cupped her breasts, the round globes offered to him on a lacy platter. He took back everything he’d thought earlier about lingerie. Julie was sexier in sweats than any other woman in lingerie. But Julie in lingerie was downright deadly. He couldn’t wait to buy her more.
His gaze was glued to her breasts. They were perfection. With reverence, he ran his hands over them, watching as she arched into his teasing touch. Her head fell back as her hands on his waist pulled him forward. He leaned down, placing a kiss at the top of each peak before letting his teeth scrape along the edge of the fabric.
“Oh God.” The breathy words filled him with pride.
“Nope. Just me. But I’m flattered.” He stopped his exploration to smile. Her glaring gaze met his teasing one.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“Ordering me around again, beautiful?” He thrust his hips against her, letting her feel his erection through his jeans. “I love it when you get all bossy.”
Her head fell back on a groan, making him smile as he got back to work. The combination of submissive and dominant in one perfect package turned his wolf on more than he cared to admit. She might not be shifter, but she was stronger than the average human in heart and spirit.
He thought about how her family shielded her, protecting her from the world. Was he the only one who saw Julie for the strong and vibrant woman she was? Her family knew she was special, but did they realize how much?
Her moan dragged his mind back to the task at hand. Using his teeth, he pulled the cup of her bra off one breast. Her rosy nipple proved too much a temptation to resist,