Jessica’s Wolves(32)

“Love.” She’d incorporated him into today’s wet dream. And a flush stole across her cheeks, heating them all the way to her ears.

“I thought I was dreaming,” she mumbled in embarrassment.

“Apparently.” He smiled but continued to stroke her beneath the sheets, his finger swiping through the folds of her sex and then twirling around her clit. “It must have been a good dream because you were moaning, practically purring actually, and your soft legs fell open, begging me to explore between them.”

Did he have to be so graphic? She was already embarrassed enough. She didn’t need a verbal play-by-play of what had just happened in her nearly unconscious state.

“I’m guessing you like this?” He pinched her clit again, making her arch her hips into his touch. Her feet scrambled for purchase.

“Oh.” She bit her lip to keep from crying out. He didn’t need to know how very much she enjoyed this type of play. She couldn’t keep her body from betraying her as she grew even wetter with the pinch of pain.

It wasn’t pain exactly but more like intense pleasure. She didn’t figure she should like it, and that made her blush even further.

Sure, she’d read about girls who liked a bit of pain, but surely it wasn’t appropriate for someone as inexperienced as her. After all, she’d just lost her virginity last night—or early this morning rather. What sweet, innocent girl would respond so outwardly to having her little nub pinched mercilessly after just one sexual encounter? Well, two technically.

She should be appalled.

Reese stared at her, eyes narrowed, a knowing smile plastered to his face. “I love the way you respond to me, hon. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s natural. Desired even. I want you to react the same way when you are awake as you did a few moments ago in sleep.”

Jessica held her breath listening to his frank words.

“The way your body opened to my touch was so sexy.” He dragged his fingers to her chest and started over. “When I danced just the tips of my fingers over your breasts, you relaxed into the mattress on your back…”

Please make him stop the play-by-play before I fall through a crack into the earth. It was bad enough he knew what she’d been feeling and thinking. She didn’t need it recanted with emphasis.

No such luck.

“When I flicked my thumb over your sexy little nipples, they pebbled and grew hard. Your arms flopped to the sides of your head.” He repeated each action as he spoke. This time she remained stiff as a board. There was no hiding the fact his actions elicited the same response awake as they had asleep. But, mentally, she was better able to control her physical response. Okay, not really, but at least the physical response to the physical response. Did that even make sense?

“When I trailed a path down your soft belly toward your pussy, your legs opened, splayed wide, begging me to explore between them.” Once again he drew a finger through her slit and circled her clit.

She moaned, undoubtedly in the same way she’d just done while inside the presumed dreamland.

“And when I pinched your sweet clit between my fingers like this”—the man demonstrated—“you shot off the bed … like that.” Oh, he was downright smug now. At least what she’d seen of his expression before she’d closed her eyes and let her head roll back against the pillow.

“Did I hear moaning?”

Jessica’s eyes flew open once more, and she craned her neck around Reese to see a very naked Charles climbing onto the bed, straight between her legs.

“Don’t stop on my account. I like moaning. It makes me hot.” He tugged on the blankets now suffocating Jessica. “Way too hot for these,” he stated as he pushed them off the end of the bed.

The air in the room felt cool as it landed on her heated skin, her naked, heated skin now exposed beneath the gazes of the two men who intended to claim her.

It was one thing to have let them both take her in the night under the cover of darkness; yet another to have them ogling her now like she was some kind of rare steak.

Hell, they even licked their lips.

Charles hovered over her body, stared into her eyes, and then leaned in to kiss her like a starving man. He didn’t touch her anywhere else, which drove her even crazier than if he’d pressed his entire frame against hers.

Reese disappeared; at least she thought he did. She couldn’t smell him as intensely anymore, and the bed dipped beside her after she was sucked into the vortex of the all-consuming kiss.

Leaving her panting and breathless, Charles finally pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. “Flip over, baby,” he whispered, his voice a deep, hoarse growl as if he had laryngitis. His piercing gaze demanded compliance, even though his words were gentle.