12. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Amelia

" I think you found my off-switch. I can't move,"I giggled helplessly, my core still clenching around his hand.

His eyes met mine, heat flashing in their silver depths. He teetered on the edge of speaking, but bit back his words.

"What?" I enquired, raising a hand to run a finger over his snout before it flopped back on the mattress. It felt like lead.

"Nothing," he muttered, looking rather sheepish.

"Come on, tell me."

He slowly pulled his fingers out, making me groan with newly sparked pleasure.

"I was this close"—he held his thumb and the index that had a moment ago been inside me up, putting them about an inch apart—"to tell you it wasn't a problem and that you can just lie back and enjoy."

I hummed, giving him a little wink. "Fine with me. I like playing the pillow princess as much as the next woman."

Desmond returned the wink. "Don't tempt me, snowflake."

"Why not?"

I just want you so much, Desmond.

He growled and rolled around to perch over me like a predator poised to attack. "Because I am insatiable, snowflake." Soft palms pushed my jumper all the way up over my head and he dipped his nose into my navel.

"Mean!" With a loud giggle I tried to wriggle away from him.

Desmond stilled as our eyes met halfway up my body, the look on his face one of an apex about to go in for the kill.

In slow motion he gripped my hip to steady me, then ran his nose over my stomach, leaving a wet trail on my skin.

Pushing between my breasts, he sniffed wildly like a hunting dog in pursuit of a badger.

I was torn between amusement and curiosity about what he would do with me.

"I am not mean , snowflake. I am feral. A wild beast of prey." He snarled dangerously but lust and humour danced in his voice. "The Big Bad Wolf in the dark forest."

His hand slipped under my back and I felt the clasp of my bra coming undone.

Oh gosh.

Desmond took it off, brushing my arms with the tips of his fingers, then brought my hands up, resting them on the mattress on either side of my head.

He made a low humming rumble in his chest, a sound so delicious it made me gasp out loud as my core spasmed.

"You are so beautiful, snowflake. Stay like this and let me look at you." His eyes wandered over my face and down my throat to my chest where they lingered on my nipples, tight and hard in the air of my bedroom.

"You need to be savoured and worshipped, Mia," he murmured seductively and rose up to his knees.

I watched, mesmerised, as he pulled his smokey blue jumper over his head without breaking our eye contact.

Wow, Desmond!

Hidden under it were mountains of bulging muscles covered in that beautiful grey fur of his.

Then my gaze dropped to the other mountain hidden under his clothes. Because that was not a normal sized bulge.

"Don't worry about it, please." His voice was quiet and understanding. "I'll keep my trousers on."

"No!" I shot back with so much enthusiasm I cringed in embarrassment. "I mean, I'm not worried. And I would like to see you, Desmond," I croaked, my throat suddenly dry.

Can a blush become permanent?

I did somehow find it in me to raise my upper body off the bed and stretched out a hand to touch his stomach.

"You're so gorgeous." His skin twitched under my fingertips as if he wanted to dislodge an irksome fly.

"We don't have to…" Desmond broke off, his ears flattening back to his head. "Damn, I was hoping you would let me hold your hand."

"You can hold it. I think I'd quite like that." I followed the ridge between his abs, amazed by my daring. Leaving his navel behind I passed the brown leather belt.

He groaned my name when my fingernails scraped down his zipper.

"How about you take this off? Let's work on the integration of your hardware with my software. I'm sure we're more than compatible."

"God, Mia, it's so hot when you talk nerdy to me." His huge hand cupped my cheek and he took my mouth in a deep kiss.

Committing an entire list of service desk vocabulary to my memory had been one of the best ideas I'd ever had.

His other hand tried to undo the belt but couldn't. Swatting his fingers aside I slowly unbuckled it, then fought him free from his imprisonment.

He's massive.

I had never seen a wolf's dick before and tried to sneak a little peek at it.I was genuinely curious .

Desmond backed out of the kiss, the pad of his thumb wiping our combined saliva from my bottom lip.

"Feel free to look at me for as long as you want, snowflake. No need to steal glances, I have nothing to hide from you." The softness in his voice stood in stark contrast to his huge form, the broad shoulders, and deep chest, the tightly knit muscles of his arms and thighs. Who could have guessed he hid all that under his nerdy t-shirts and nondescript work jeans?

Entranced with his voice, I got to my knees, too, resting my hands on his hips to look at him properly.

He kept perfectly still, except for his dick twitching occasionally under my scrutiny.