think it's you touching me this way, it feels good.” She blamed the late hour and her tired mind for her candor.
“I like to make you feel good,” he rumbled. After a moment, he said, “ Chéri, take your panties off for me. I'll take my shorts off. I want to touch you, and I want to think you're touching me. Will you do that with me, petit ?"
“Okay,” she answered him breathlessly. This man kept bringing her into unknown territory. She knew he heard the sounds of fabric rustling and wondered if what he imagined made him even more excited. Did he remove his undershorts?
“Take both hands, chéri , and slowly move them down over your ribs and down your flat tummy."
She knew he listened to her ragged breathing as she complied. He told her he was stroking himself while he directed her movements.
“Move your fingers through those little curls. Feel where you're wet? Take your fingers and spread that cream all over.” Lorelei could hear his voice catch on the words.
“Find that place, your clit, where I touched you the other night."
She couldn't help but gasp. This feeling was like a wave coming over her.
“Take your other hand and squeeze your breasts, then put one of your fingers inside you while you rub your clit. Keep rubbing it harder, chéri . I'm rubbing myself thinking of your soft hands.” She imagined his hands moving over his own hard body.
“Press harder, chéri. "
“Warrick?” her voice was high pitched. “I can't, I don't—Warrick!"
“Aw, baby, that's right,” he groaned. “Come, baby, come on. Feel good for me.” Her high-pitched mewls seemed to trigger his own release, and he groaned her name loudly. “Lorelei, amour!"
She was breathing deeply and trying to come down from her orgasm. “That was an orgasm, wasn't it?” she asked War.
“Mmmm, oh baby, you're gonna kill me. Yes, sugar, that was an orgasm.” He couldn't seem to help but chuckle at her a little. “Sugar, I can't believe you're so innocent. I want you all for myself."
“There isn't anybody else, Warrick. Only you.” She was feeling very sleepy. Maybe she shouldn't have told him that.
“Not even Renaud?” Why did he still wonder about Renaud?
“Oh no!” she choked. “There's nothing like this between me and Renaud. He's a brother to me."
“I'm sorry, chéri. I guess I really already knew that. It's late now. Will you get enough sleep?” he sounded a little embarrassed. Maybe he wished he hadn't mentioned Renaud.
“I'll be okay, Warrick. I hope you get enough sleep, too.” She was half-asleep now.
“ Bonne nuit, mon coeur . Dream of me,” he whispered in her ear.
“Good night, Warrick.” She hesitated for a minute, and then whispered so low he almost didn't hear her, “Will you dream of me, too?"
“I always dream of you, ma petit amour . I'll call tomorrow night. ‘Bye, chéri. ” When she responded, he put down the phone.
* * * *
War knew beyond any doubt that he was falling in love with his little ballerina. He understood better than many how lack of sleep could intensify things.
Still, her saying that she missed him and asking if he'd dream of her, those were big breakthroughs for his reserved and timid little woman. And the orgasm they'd just shared. Mon Dieu! Soon, he would make her his completely. Was this woman ... could this woman be his mate?
He'd have to fight his lupine urges to dominate and control with this lady. He had to remind himself that she was human and so small. She was so innocent. He couldn't believe that no man had tried to get closer to her. He realized that she was reticent and kept her distance from most men.
He'd have to be a bit careful with her. That didn't mean he didn't think she was strong. She had plenty of strength in her. He also knew that their partnership would be sweeter if he made sure she was equal—well, almost equal—he was a man and a werewolf. He was Alpha, damn it!
He also knew there were things going on with Lorelei and Renaud that he
“I like to make you feel good,” he rumbled. After a moment, he said, “ Chéri, take your panties off for me. I'll take my shorts off. I want to touch you, and I want to think you're touching me. Will you do that with me, petit ?"
“Okay,” she answered him breathlessly. This man kept bringing her into unknown territory. She knew he heard the sounds of fabric rustling and wondered if what he imagined made him even more excited. Did he remove his undershorts?
“Take both hands, chéri , and slowly move them down over your ribs and down your flat tummy."
She knew he listened to her ragged breathing as she complied. He told her he was stroking himself while he directed her movements.
“Move your fingers through those little curls. Feel where you're wet? Take your fingers and spread that cream all over.” Lorelei could hear his voice catch on the words.
“Find that place, your clit, where I touched you the other night."
She couldn't help but gasp. This feeling was like a wave coming over her.
“Take your other hand and squeeze your breasts, then put one of your fingers inside you while you rub your clit. Keep rubbing it harder, chéri . I'm rubbing myself thinking of your soft hands.” She imagined his hands moving over his own hard body.
“Press harder, chéri. "
“Warrick?” her voice was high pitched. “I can't, I don't—Warrick!"
“Aw, baby, that's right,” he groaned. “Come, baby, come on. Feel good for me.” Her high-pitched mewls seemed to trigger his own release, and he groaned her name loudly. “Lorelei, amour!"
She was breathing deeply and trying to come down from her orgasm. “That was an orgasm, wasn't it?” she asked War.
“Mmmm, oh baby, you're gonna kill me. Yes, sugar, that was an orgasm.” He couldn't seem to help but chuckle at her a little. “Sugar, I can't believe you're so innocent. I want you all for myself."
“There isn't anybody else, Warrick. Only you.” She was feeling very sleepy. Maybe she shouldn't have told him that.
“Not even Renaud?” Why did he still wonder about Renaud?
“Oh no!” she choked. “There's nothing like this between me and Renaud. He's a brother to me."
“I'm sorry, chéri. I guess I really already knew that. It's late now. Will you get enough sleep?” he sounded a little embarrassed. Maybe he wished he hadn't mentioned Renaud.
“I'll be okay, Warrick. I hope you get enough sleep, too.” She was half-asleep now.
“ Bonne nuit, mon coeur . Dream of me,” he whispered in her ear.
“Good night, Warrick.” She hesitated for a minute, and then whispered so low he almost didn't hear her, “Will you dream of me, too?"
“I always dream of you, ma petit amour . I'll call tomorrow night. ‘Bye, chéri. ” When she responded, he put down the phone.
* * * *
War knew beyond any doubt that he was falling in love with his little ballerina. He understood better than many how lack of sleep could intensify things.
Still, her saying that she missed him and asking if he'd dream of her, those were big breakthroughs for his reserved and timid little woman. And the orgasm they'd just shared. Mon Dieu! Soon, he would make her his completely. Was this woman ... could this woman be his mate?
He'd have to fight his lupine urges to dominate and control with this lady. He had to remind himself that she was human and so small. She was so innocent. He couldn't believe that no man had tried to get closer to her. He realized that she was reticent and kept her distance from most men.
He'd have to be a bit careful with her. That didn't mean he didn't think she was strong. She had plenty of strength in her. He also knew that their partnership would be sweeter if he made sure she was equal—well, almost equal—he was a man and a werewolf. He was Alpha, damn it!
He also knew there were things going on with Lorelei and Renaud that he
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