Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(23)

“This isn’t fair to you. I’m teasing you.” She didn’t look in his eye but stopped the dance of her fingertips near his waist.

“Fuck fair, Alyssa. I would give up sex for life if it meant you kept touching me like that and looking at me with that sense of awe in your gaze. Do whatever makes you comfortable. I have nothing but time. Explore away.” Michael had no idea where all these chivalrous words were coming from or how he intended to live up to them, but deep down he knew he loved this woman, had loved her for two years, and he would do anything in his power to make her happy. Including keeping his dick in his pants.

She stopped short of his jeans and cruised back up his chest with flat palms, squeezing and molding her hands to his body.

“You’re like one of those marble statues and just as hard.” Alyssa had no idea what she was doing to him with her words.

He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming in his pants.

“Kiss me again?”

God, she was precious. A mixture of innocence and curiosity with a dash of boldness.

Michael leaned forward to take her mouth again and let his body fall to her side once more. This time, his leg landed over her entire torso, and his hand rested on her stomach, splayed with his fingers just beneath her breasts and reaching to the edge of her jeans.

He could feel her heave for air as he kissed her, demanding entrance again with his tongue and pressing his palm against her belly.

He wanted nothing more at that moment than to see her come undone. And he didn’t care that it would not be reciprocated. He could take care of that later in the shower. For now, he wanted her to just feel, not worry about him or sex or mating or claiming, just feel.

Murmuring against her lips, he told her what he intended to do. “I want to see you come, Alyssa. I want to make you orgasm against my hand. Will you let me? Will you let yourself relax and trust me? I won’t even unbutton my jeans. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Yes.” The word was breathy, and he wasn’t sure she knew what she was agreeing to. The last thing he wanted was regret later on her part.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

Alyssa’s eyes sprang open, and she gazed into his own, her deep-blue depths pleading with him.

“Tell me,” he repeated. “So I’ll know I didn’t cross the line.”

“Make me come, Michael. Whatever that feeling is, I want to experience it right here right now … with you. I ache.”

Lord, he was well and truly a goner. Her naked abandon squeezed his heart.

Resuming his kiss, Michael used his free hand to slowly unbutton his way up Alyssa’s chest. As soon as he released the last one, her shirt fell open, and he lifted his head to gaze down at her lacy, black bra. He sucked in a breath. It was unexpected that his mate would have such provocative lingerie.

Alyssa squirmed beneath his gaze. “Kara and Lindsey never let me buy anything that’s just practical.” As if she needed to explain her sexy wardrobe to him. He couldn’t care less what the reasons were, as long as she had a slew of this type of clothing in her drawers.

With a quick pop, he undid the front clasp and let the flimsy satin fall to both sides.

Alyssa reached to cover herself with her hand, but he was quicker and grabbed her wrist, pulling it over her head and pinning it with his other hand. When she squirmed, he grabbed her other wrist and tugged it up to join the first.

The effect was to lift her breasts even higher on her chest, showcasing them for his perusal.

Alyssa breathed hard and heavy, gasping under his scrutiny.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. He watched as her pink nipples pebbled under his breath.

“They’re not that exciting.” She needed to explain her perfection away?

“They’re perfect.” Michael dipped his head and licked ever so lightly across first one tip and then the other.

Alyssa moaned, her head rolling from side to side. “Oh, God.”

She pulled on her hands, but he held steady, not wanting her to have the power to cover herself or let herself feel self-conscious about her body.

If he removed the temptation, he hoped she could relax and enjoy the ride.

With only the whisper of a touch, Michael circled her nipples with one finger several times until she arched her chest up toward him.

This was going to kill him, but he was not going to stop until she writhed beneath him. At this rate, and considering the scent of her arousal, that wouldn’t be long.

Instead of grasping her breasts and squeezing them or sucking them into his mouth, he kept his gaze tracked on her nipples and wandered toward her jeans with his hand.

When he reached the edge of the denim, he traced the line where her stomach peeked out and let his finger graze beneath the waistline from one side to the other. Returning to the center, Michael made quick work of popping the button and lowering the zipper.