Page 20 of A Love Bite
“Of course,” she replies, her smile warm. “I’d like that.”
We start walking side by side, the night quiet around us except for the occasional distant sounds of the city. The air is crisp, and the stars are out, casting a gentle glow over everything. It’s a perfect night for a walk, and I’m glad to be sharing it with her.
“So, where do you live?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation light and easy.
“Not too far from here,” she says, pointing down the street. “Just a few blocks away.”
As we walk, we talk about everything and nothing. She tells me about her work as an investigative reporter, and I share stories from my time at the bar. There’s an ease between us that feels natural and comforting.
When we reach her building, we pause at the entrance, neither of us quite ready to say goodnight.
“Thanks for walking me home,” Alex says, her eyes meeting mine. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too,” I reply, feeling the sincerity of my words. “I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.”
Alex looks at me, a soft smile curling her lips. “Jake,” she says, her voice warm and inviting, “would you like to come inside for a bit? We could have some tea or just talk a little more.”
My heart skips a beat at the invitation. “I’d love to,” I reply, trying to keep my excitement in check.
She smiles and leads the way inside. The building is quiet, and we make our way up to her apartment. As she unlocks the door and steps inside, I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Her apartment is cozy and inviting, with warm lighting and personal touches that make it feel like home.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Alex says, motioning to the couch. “I’ll put on some tea.”
I nod and sit down on the couch. The room is filled with soft, ambient music, and I take a moment to soak in the peaceful atmosphere.
Alex returns shortly with two steaming mugs of tea and hands one to me. “Here you go. Hope you like chamomile.”
“Chamomile’s perfect.” I take a grateful sip. The tea is warm and soothing, much like the company.
She puts her cup on the coffee table and looks at me expectantly. Confused, I put my cup next to hers.
As our eyes meet, a charged silence falls over us. The air crackles with an unspoken energy, and I can feel the tension building between us. Alex’s gaze is intense and unwavering, and my heart races in response.
Without breaking eye contact, she moves closer to me on the couch, her hand reaching out tentatively to touch mine. The gentle contact sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I can’t help but lean in closer to her. Our faces are mere inches apart now, the heat of her breath mingling with mine.
All hesitation fades away, and I know what I want. My inner wolf stirs within me, urging me to claim her as my own, to let our connection flourish into something more primal and profound.
But I resist the urge to let my instincts take over. Instead, I let Alex guide the way, letting her dictate the pace of our budding relationship. With a mixture of desire and tenderness, I reach out and gently cup her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her breath hitches, and she leans into my touch ever so slightly, her eyes fluttering closed. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment.
Without another word, Alex closes the distance between us, capturing my lips with hers in a tender kiss. It’s a slow dance of exploration and longing, each movement filled with unspoken promises and hidden desires. The taste of chamomile lingers on her lips.
“Alex,” I murmur.
“I know I’ve had a lot to drink, but I know I want this.” She stares up at me. “Do you?”
I look into her eyes, seeing a mix of vulnerability and determination that stirs something deep within me. Reaching out, I gently brush her hair away from her face, my touch lingering as I search for any sign of uncertainty.
All I find is unwavering certainty mirrored in her gaze, a silent vow of trust and desire that beckons me closer. With a soft smile, I lean in to whisper against her lips, “More than anything.”
With a tender smile, Alex leans in closer, her hand resting against my chest as she closes the gap between us once more. The kiss deepens, igniting a fire within me that I can no longer contain. My hands instinctively find their way to her waist, pulling her closer to me as our bodies melt together.
Alex breaks the kiss and draws back, her hands reaching for my shirt. She yanks it over my head, and the moment her fingers brush against my bare chest, my wolf urges me to go ahead and claim her with a bite, but I reel back the desire.
She removes her shirt, and the sight of her black lacy bra leaves me breathless. I stand but don’t remove my shorts, letting her do it, still wanting her to be in charge, not me.
After shimmying out of her jeans, Alex undoes my shorts. The moment my cock is free, it jumps out at her, and she sucks in a breath.
With trembling hands, I trace the contours of her body, memorizing every curve and dip as if committing them to memory for eternity.