Duke(101)

“I don’t suppose you can change and let me just pet him?”

Duke laughed. “I won’t change around you when he’s ticked at you. I can control him when I’m human, but he has more control when I’m in his form. He won’t bring harm to you, but he might hurt you. Do you understand the difference?”

“I think so. Spanking me would hurt, but I’d be okay when it was over. Right?”

“Exactly.”

“He doesn’t want you to spank me anymore?”

“No. You came straight to me today, let me protect you and take care of the situation. He’s not mad anymore, and he was just as worried as me on the ride up the mountain.”

Gen sighed. “I’m beginning to think my brother has it easy with three human partners. I have a human and a wolf.”

“Isaac isn’t human, Beautiful.”

“Oh, right. Well, scratch that, then.”

Duke lifted her, straightened her, and sat her back down so she was facing him, straddling his lap. “You enjoyed the sensations but convinced yourself you were only letting me pleasure your ass because I might leave you if you stopped me. Since I know you enjoyed it, we’re going to work on the latter, get you over it so you can fully enjoy it. If I ever smell true disgust, or sense something is a turn-off — I’ll stop. You have my word, Gen.” He stroked her cheek. “But it was good except for your conflict, which I guessed wrong about, but that’s on you for not being honest with me, and for thinking the worst of me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I got that, but we’re going to move forward now. Here’s what I want from you, Babe.” He paused, gave her a few seconds to see how serious he was, and said, “I want the wild, adventurous, carnal, erotic, beautiful Genesis in my bed, or over the table, or in the shower, or wherever. I want to know you’re only this way for me, and no one else. I like seeing you all buttoned up, and prim and proper around everyone else, knowing only I get the true wild woman inside, the woman who gives me everything she is. I’ll never think bad of you for giving yourself to me.”

Gen’s heart beat faster and arousal blossomed warm between her legs. Duke’s smile was a little cocky as he said, “You know I can hear your heart, smell your arousal, right?”

She leaned forward, buried her face in his neck, “Crap. That’s so embarrassing.”

“No, Beautiful. I don’t want you to be embarrassed — I want you to be daring, so you look at me with the knowledge you know I’ve aroused you. Dare me to make you hornier, challenge me to do something about it. No shame, no embarrassment. You’re my woman and I just turned you on by talking to you, now dare me to do more.”

Gen met his gaze and smiled, understanding what he was asking, and he said, “New experience, Beautiful. Make-up sex.”

She felt her face flame hot and he chuckled as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Gen went to the bathroom, and when she returned Duke was sitting on her bed, his back against the headboard and his ankles crossed, totally nude.

“Strip for me, Genesis. Take your time, tease me a little.”

She stood and looked at him through a dozen heartbeats, frozen like a dear caught in headlights.

Finally, she said, “I don’t think I can.”

“I’ll talk you through it. Start with your jacket. Turn around and look at me over your shoulder, and let your jacket fall off. The wolf wants to play, Gen.”

She did as he said, turning her back to him and putting her chin on her shoulder, and let it drop so her jacket would slide down her arm. She caught it before it hit the floor, draped it over the back of a chair, and faced him as she unbuttoned the top of her silk blouse. Then the next button, and the next.

With her blouse opened so he could see her cream-colored bra, she reached back and unzipped her pants. His eyes went a little more wolf as she took her time, so he could hear it, but not see, and she began to understand the concept of playing for him as she undressed.

As the pants slipped off her hips, she turned sideways so he wouldn’t get the front or back view, and heard a low growl, more vibration than voice. She discovered she liked doing this for him, having a little power over the big, burly motorcycle club president.

Getting the pants off her feet over the heels was a little awkward, but she managed okay, and had a feeling he wanted the shoes to stay on.

The blouse draped below her panties, so she turned forward, unbuttoned a few more buttons, and then spun around so her back was to him as she let it go down her back, and once again met his gaze over her shoulder.

When the shirt was gone, though, she lost her nerve and wrapped her arms over her chest as she asked, “Can we maybe work up to more another time, please?”