He smiles and kisses me on the forehead. Then we look at my bedroom together. It’s a small, cozy room with a big king-size bed in the center. There’s more than enough room for both of us, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t choose this bed specifically because sometimes I sleep in wolf form. I don’t know if other shifters ever like sleeping in their animal form, but I do. There’s something really calming and wonderful about coming home from a long, relaxing run, showering, and then shifting into my animal form to just sleep.
Besides, sleeping in my wolf form is a great way to keep my heating bills down in the winter. I kind of love it.
“It’s cute.”
“Thanks. I designed it myself.”
I strip out of my clothes and I’m not the least bit self-conscious when I do. I don’t have time to feel self-conscious. Not with him. With him, all I want is more. More moments together. More sweetness. More strength.
I just want more of him in every way.
Robert looks at me as I pull off my clothing and toss it in my bright pink laundry basket. It’s one of the few feminine touches I have in my personal space. Everything else is cozy, but not decidedly girly.
“Well?” I ask him.
“Well, what?”
“Are you going to get naked? Or should I undress you?” I walk slowly over to him.
“It sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Not at all. After all, I thought you said you were going to be a good boy tonight.”
He growls, grabbing me by the hair, and pulls me close to himself. He bites my neck, nipping at my skin, and then pulls back.
“I was wrong,” he says.
“What?” I squeak, looking at him.
“I don’t want to be a good boy with you, Meredith. Not tonight.”
He lifts me up, and I’m shocked as he carries me to the bed. I wrap my legs around him, kissing him, and then we fall onto the bed together. We’re kissing and touching as we do, and I’m very aware of the fact that this time, this thing is going somewhere.
But I stop him.
“Wait.”
“What is it?” He looks at me, surprised.
“We don’t have to do this, Robert. Not if you aren’t ready. There’s really no pressure at all. I mean, I know we’re sort of trapped here together, but...”
“I want this,” he says breathily. “I want you.”
“Are you sure? It’s a big decision,” I whisper. “Your first time.”
It’s a little strange. Usually, the roles are reversed. Usually, the guy is the one telling the girl that there’s no pressure: that they don’t have to make this choice. Tonight, though, I’m the one giving Robert my blessing if he needs to wait.
If he’s not quite ready for everything that’s going to happen, then that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything he’s not comfortable with.
And as much as my body would absolutely die.
Luckily, he grins.
“Undress me,” he whispers.
I’m on my back and he’s over me. I reach for his shirt and start to carefully unbutton each button. Why are there so many? My hands seem to struggle with this simple task. It shouldn’t be so hard to do something like this, but I’m fighting to be able to get the shirt open.
He’s patient, waiting for me. My hands struggle, moving carefully, and finally, I finish opening the shirt. I push it back over his shoulders and he shrugs out of it.