Page 44 of Meant for Her

“My turn,” he said.

She had on four pieces of clothing—a sea green long-sleeve pullover, a black bra, matching black panties, and blue jeans. She figured the necklace with the pearl at the end didn’t count.

“What’s your pleasure?” she asked.

Ryan rubbed his chin, pretending to decide. “Let’s try the top. It looks to be the easiest to remove.”

Like Ryan had just done, she lifted her arms, and he pulled it off. It, too, joined the other clothing on the floor. Good thing she’d vacuumed the carpet yesterday.

Ryan’s teeth sharpened before her eyes as he dragged a finger down over a breast. As nice as that was, she needed him to touch more than the bra. “Since I took off two of your pieces of clothing, how about taking off something else?”

He looked up at her and grinned. When he immediately closed his mouth, he must have realized that his inner wolf was begging to get out. “I can do this.”

Ryan closed his eyes, reached behind her, and undid the bra clasp.

“Why are your eyes closed? This doesn’t instill a lot of confidence in me,” she said, knowing full well that if he watched, he might shift. While that thought boosted Malia’s ego, she didn’t want that to happen.

“Trust me. It’s for your own good.”

“Sure it is.”

Slowly, Ryan lowered the straps on her bra and then inhaled deeply. “I love the way you smell.”

“If you move closer, you can taste me too.”

Did she really just say that? It was what she wanted, but usually, she let the man be the aggressor. There was something about her mates that altered her thinking.

Ryan divested her of the bra. “I know we aren’t done, but I’ll take your suggestion and taste these. He opened his eyes and blew out a breath. “Wow.”

“They are quite average, I assure you.”

“Darling, my wolf would totally disagree, but I should test them out just in case.”

The man sure did like to talk a lot. No question about it, the two brothers were quite different, which she liked.

Before Malia could finish comparing them, Ryan pressed her onto her back and then rolled onto his side. He cupped one breast, leaned over, and gently drew the other nipple into his mouth. Thankfully, his sharp teeth had retracted. When he increased the pressure, pure bliss shot through her. She dragged her hand down his shoulders, loving how his muscles bunched and flexed with every movement.

Needing more contact though, Malia twisted to the side, lifted her leg, and draped it over his hip.

“Damn, woman.” Ryan looked up at her and then reached between her legs and cupped her.

Stupid jeans.As soon as she caught her breath, she’d insist they finish undressing. The massage was divine, but it was time for the real thing.

“How about you take off my jeans?” she asked.

He grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Malia chuckled. “I believe I have been asking.”

“Oh, right.”

Ryan undid the button on her jeans and then moved to her feet. In one strong tug, he pulled them and her panties down. As soon he dropped them to the floor, his gaze latched onto her blonde thatch. When he ran his tongue along his lips, Malia groaned.

“Stop staring and take off your jeans.” Her voice came out close to a croak.

She would have asked to do it herself, but she was in too much of a hurry.

Ryan rolled onto his back and tugged down the zipper to his pants. In one smooth move, he lowered them and his briefs. The pants, too, ended up on the floor. When she’d been to his bedroom right before the deputy showed up, everything had been neat. This proved how desperate he was—or so she wanted to believe.