Dire(16)
“Hunter?” she asked in a low voice as we sat in front of the fire downstairs. We’d started back with our favorite evening ritual, only now she sat right at my side. The rest the pack was giving us plenty of space. There were benefits to being Alpha.
“Yes?” I smiled at her. She was so beautiful. I zeroed in on her lips, needing to claim them with my own.
“Tell me about your dreams.”
“My dreams?” I put an arm around her and pulled her down into my side. I could feel her heartbeat and that put me at ease. “What kind of dreams?”
“What kind do you have?”
“The usual types I guess.”
“Are they ever about me?” She looked up at me with those expressive eyes of hers.
“You mean now? Are you asking if I dream about you?”
“Now. Before.”
“Before? Why would I have dreamed about you before I met you? How would that be possible?” Someone had told her something. That someone was going to be in a lot of trouble.
“How is it possible that you’re a wolf? I’m starting to believe that anything is possible.”
I ignored her use of the term wolf. It wasn’t worth an argument. She’d start calling us Dires eventually. “Do you really want to know?” The can of worms had been opened. There was no turning back.
“Yes. Why else would I ask?”
“Come here.” I gestured with my hand.
“I am here.”
“On to my lap.” If she wanted something from me, I was getting something from her.
“You want me to sit on your lap?”
“You know exactly what I’m asking you to do.”
She put a leg over mine and straddled my lap. She settled herself down, awakening my body even more than it already was. “Happy now?”
“I’m always happy when you’re with me.” I put my hands on her hips. I wanted to rip away her pants and mine. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and claim every inch of her as my own.
“Tell me about your dreams.” She rested the palm of her hand against my chest. I wanted to believe she was doing it because she wanted to, but after discovering what she’d done to Falcon she could have been playing me too.
“I’m not sure you’re ready to hear about them.”
“Why wouldn’t I be ready?” She shifted on my lap, and it about undid me in. She glanced down, likely feeling the bulge pressing against her.
“I’m not sure. Sometimes you seem so innocent that it’s hard to know.” I moved some of her hair off her shoulder, letting my hand brush against the sensitive skin of her neck before bringing it back to her hip.
“You know I’m not innocent.”
“Be careful what you say, Firefly.”
“How can you be so much more intense down here then you are in bed? You’re more careful up there.”
“And you’re more careful.” I moved my hands up from her hips slowly, stopping just beneath her breasts.
“I’m going to have to sleep with you eventually. It’s just a matter of time.” Her face was expressionless.
“Don’t make it sound like such a bad thing. We both want it.” I moved one hand around to her back and slipped it underneath her shirt. “I don’t mind you pretending otherwise, but when we’re this close I can tell how you really feel.”
“How can you tell? You can’t read my mind, remember?” She sat up straighter, my touch was affecting her.
“It has nothing to do with your mind. This has to do with your body.” I moved my hand around to her front, gently stroking her stomach under her shirt.
“Tell me. Tell me about the dreams.” She bit down on her lip.
“They always start the same way.”
“Which way?”
“With you underneath me.”
“Underneath you?” Understanding crossed her face. Was she figuring out what she’d asked me to share?
“Yes.” I cupped her chin with my hand. “With you underneath me.”
She moved to leave my lap, but I wouldn’t let her. “I like you exactly where you are.”
“I bet you do,” she mumbled.
“As I was saying, it always starts with you beneath me. I open my eyes and see your green eyes gazing into mine. You’re naked of course, and your long red hair spills down your chest, hiding your breasts from me.”
“This had better not just be a sex dream.”
“It’s more than that.” Just thinking about the recurring dreams made me want to lay her down on the couch and enjoy every inch of her. If she really didn’t want me, I’d have had an easier time resisting, but she did want me. She was afraid of that desire.