The last thing he wanted to do was tell his parents his plight. Ugh. They’d have a field day. Probably try to arrange some sort of garden party and announce his future bride to the entire world. If his sister and brother were here, they would tease him mercilessly. Thank God neither of them had made the trip this time. It was spring.
His sister, Samantha, lived too far away and as a lawyer, she was often too busy to come home. Some big case kept her tied up in St. Louis this week.
His younger brother, Blake, was away at school working on his masters in architecture. He was too close to finals.
That consolation alone made Gabe sigh in relief. All he had to do was keep this information from his parents for two weeks, leave town for several years, and then return when his mate was sufficiently old enough to claim.
Perhaps he should have shared that with her? She’d been so stricken, her face tinted red with embarrassment. Her eyes had glazed over with unshed tears he was certain she had let loose as soon as she’d stepped out of the building.
Why hadn’t he been more specific about his intentions? He’d barely shared two words with her.
Fuck. He would need to find her and explain better. Tomorrow.
Closing his eyes, he prayed for sleep. Instead, he got a running reel of images of Kathleen across the back of his eyelids. Her sweet smile . . . before he’d destroyed it with his insensitivity. Hell, he’d not even controlled his dominant side around her. He’d probably scared her with his bossiness. He wasn’t used to someone so . . . innocent.
He visualized her sitting in that den. So much skin. He’d ached to touch her, run his palms down her arms from her shoulders to her fingers. Her skirt had been so short he’d seen way too much of her smooth thighs. Her skin was tan. His own skin rarely saw the light of day.
Was it wrong of him to masturbate to her image? He certainly hoped not because he imagined about a thousand nights of taking his cock in his own hand before he could push inside her tight pussy. He wouldn’t cheat on her. His days of screwing around with casual human acquaintances were over. It wouldn’t seem right to fuck some other woman after finding Kathleen. He’d feel cheap.
Gabe reached for his cock and let his hand run up from the base to the tip. Thank God no one else was in the house. He was sure he moaned at the first contact. He closed his eyes against the darkness and envisioned Kathleen’s lips as she’d licked them earlier in the den. “Oh my God,” he muttered as he projected that sweet mouth taking his cock inside and sucking him into her throat.
He loved a good blowjob. And he’d never been afraid to ask for one. He’d always been rather dominant in bed. Most women liked it. They seemed to have a craving for his demands when it came to sex.
Most women weren’t Kathleen, however. He’d mostly dated women who’d been mature, sometimes older than himself in fact. Would his sweet innocent mate let him direct her mouth onto his cock? Would she swallow him with her hands behind her back?
He groaned and gripped his dick harder. He didn’t want to come yet. He kicked the blankets off to cool his heated skin.
He pictured Kathleen with her legs spread wide, shaking as he pushed them wider, held her open to his gaze. Would she pinken with embarrassment?
What color were her nipples? A dark burgundy or a light pink? Would they be small round disks that he could lick and torment until she writhed beneath him? He knew already her tits were small and high. That much had been apparent through her sundress. Her entire frame was dainty.
Without noticing, he’d gotten too close to the edge. Gabe gasped as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand and squirting his come against his stomach.
When he was spent, he lay still for several minutes, gasping for air, his chest heaving with each breath.
Finally, he reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand and wiped his come off his stomach. He groaned again, wishing that evidence of sex was deep inside his woman instead of trailing down his torso.
He really needed to do a bit of investigating tomorrow and find out just how old she was. Maybe is he was lucky she’d be closer to eighteen than fifteen and he wouldn’t have to wait for her as many years as he was envisioning. Eighteen was still too young for a man his age, but it was much better than jailbait.
Kathleen climbed into bed later that night with an ache in her heart she knew was permanent. Damn that infuriating man for torturing her with his fucking pheromones, his sexy good looks, and his bulging muscles.
Both she and her sister Mackenzie had sulked all the way home. Kath secretly wanted to punch Kenzie for denying the man who’d patiently let her run over him with her stupid plan to remain unmated and wolf free. The only thing saving Kenzie from Kath’s wrath was the fact that Kathleen knew the woman had to be hurting. She could deny all she wanted, but the fact remained that her body would have to be suffering in the same way Kathleen’s was.