Page 11 of Opposites Attract

“Pegging is okay?” I asked innocently.

“Maybe. I’d be willing to try most anything once.” John shrugged again with one shoulder, shocking the hell out of me.

“Well… I… How about…”

“How about you come over here and we finish what we started earlier?” John held out his hand as an invitation.

I grabbed it without thinking, still taken off guard as he pulled me close. His masculine scent was all leather and fresh like handmade soap and it swirled around me, making me feel safe. I shook my head to clear it before realizing what was happening. John tilted my chin up, looking down into my eyes.

I felt my breath catch, anticipating the feel of his beard against my face again. It was softer than I imagined. I’d never dated anyone with a beard. My core heated, thinking of the way it’d brush gently between my legs if he ever decided to eat me out.

I really hoped he enjoyed that because it’d be a sad future for me if he didn’t.

“You’re thinking of more than kissing me.” John’s nostrils flared as his lips hovered inches above mine.

“The heat is riding me hard,” I said. There was no shame in a woman’s body or her needs.

“I’m going to pretend it’s me that’s got you this turned on.” The teasing lilt of his tone had my thighs clenching. Before I could come up with a sarcastic response, he captured my mouth with his.

And I forgot how to breathe.

It was an aching need that pulled me in. The earthy, rich taste of his masculinity invaded all my senses. As a rule, I didn’t date dominants because they took up too much of my space–needed too much in return. But I could already tell his strength was a quiet sort, just by the way he kissed me. Like he was a man drowning and I could save him, all while he swept me off my feet.

Our tongues danced as our wolves howled. My body melted and I clung to John’s solid form. His strong arms held me up. It wasn’t enough. We weren’t close enough. I dug my nails into the lusciously soft hair at the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me as I tasted him fully, moaning into his mouth.

Oh Goddess, I wanted him inside me.

John laughed softly. The sound was a rumble in his barrel chest. I ached to drag my nails down his skin. To dig in and make him feel me.

He pulled his lips away, leaving me gasping as I chased them with my own.

“What about your rules?”

“Screw the rules,” I said as I leaned back, pulling him with me. “Let’s go to my nest.”

The way his eyes lit up should’ve been my first clue that this was going deeper than I intended. “Are you sure?”

“Never been less sure of anything in my life,” I panted, trying to move the immovable boulder of a male.

“Wait. That doesn’t sound like consent.”

I’m sure.

“My beast consents.” I forced myself not to roll my eyes. “And I’m on board with what she wants.”

“In that case…”

There was a moment of hesitation where John scratched his beard, looking me over with concern. Just as I was about to bite into him about not being one to beg, the air rushed from my lungs as he lifted me off my feet.

“What are you doing?” My eyes widened in shock as he carried me in his arms like I was weightless. Bridal style. That’s what they called this.

And I wasnotsure that I liked it.

“Shh.” John pressed his lips to mine as he walked us both to the shed. “Give me this. I’ve never been in a female’s nest and I want to do it right.”

“You’ve never been–”

He silenced me with a kiss.