“I knew.”
Then her lips crash into mine and I can’t hold back the growl that’s building inside of me. This is Red. This is Red and she’s kissing me and she’s pressing her naked body against mine.
My skin instantly sparks to life and I’m breathless beneath her touch. It’s been a long time since I let a woman touch me like this: an even longer time since it made me feel alive.
I grip her hips and let her kiss me. Her skin is soft against mine. Everything about her is soft and sweet. She’s curvy with long brown hair. I want to run my hands through it, but I don’t want to move too quickly. I don’t want to freak her out. This kiss is fucking amazing and I’m nervous that one wrong move might end it.
“I don’t know your name.”
Her words are soft and sweet, a low whisper. If I wasn’t a shifter, I probably wouldn’t have even heard her. She doesn’t stop kissing me. Red just keeps murmuring sweet nothings as her hands roam my body.
She traces her fingers down my spine and cups my ass, pulling me into her. My length presses against her belly. I know she can feel it, but she doesn’t react. She just keeps touching me.
“You mean you don’t want to call me Wolfy anymore?”
She giggles.
Her voice is soft and precious. The truth is that living with Red has been the best experience of my life so far. I’ve never felt so passionate, alive, or happy as I do right now.
Running with the pack, being subservient to an evil alpha, that took a toll on me. I didn’t even realize how damaged and jaded I’d become until I actually met Red and got to know her.
Granted, she doesn’t know me, but I’ve spent so much time listening to her talk to herself that I’d like to think I know her pretty well.
“I don’t want to call you Wolfy anymore,” she says. “Unless that’s your real name?” She pulls back and smiles at me. One eyebrow is raised. I want to fuck with her a little bit and tell her it is, but I won’t. The time for games has passed.
“Nash,” I say.
“Nash,” she whispers. I love the sound of her voice, love the way my name rolls off her lips. I want her to say it again and again and again. “And you thought ‘Wolfy’ was a silly name.”
I should be bothered at the playful jab, but I’m not because it’s her. I know my name is unusual, but it’s the only one I’ve got, and I think that once she gets to know me, she’ll think it’s fitting. I think once she gets to know me, a lot of things will be fitting.
Like my body into hers.
“What are we doing, Red? You should get some rest. You had an insane day.” I should be a gentleman. I shouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerable state.
She doesn’t need me right now, not like this, but if she doesn’t stop kissing me and touching me, I’m going to lose what little control I have left.
“I feel fine,” she kisses me again. Red is acting like a girl who hasn’t been touched in years. When was the last time she was touched? Played with? Worshipped?
When was the last time someone spread her out like a delicious feast and just dined on her?
“Red,” I push back, firmly this time, releasing her hands from my body. “We shouldn’t. You’re exhausted. You’re in shock. I would be, too, baby. What happened today was is insane. I never should have let you leave without me.”
I thought Red would feel hurt when I pushed her away. I thought she would tear up or cry, but she doesn’t. Instead of being a vulnerable mess, instead of crying or breaking down, she starts laughing.
And somehow, I get the distinct impression she’s laughing at me.
“Was it something I said?”
11.
Red
“No,” I say simply, and let him go. “I just think it’s pretty crazy that I almost got murdered by a group of evil shifters and now the one shifter I really want just rejected me. Just my luck.”
I throw my hands up and march out of the cabin, letting the screen door slam behind me. I’m buck naked, but I don’t care anymore.
I need a break from this.