EMILY
MY BACK IS PRESSED to the cold window, the chill biting into my skin while every other part of me burns. My legs lock around Garrett's hips, dragging him closer, my pussy sliding against the length of him but never quite taking him in.
The friction is maddening, every thrust of his hips sending sparks through my body until I'm gasping his name.
He kisses along my throat, my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. "I've been wanting this every single day since I met you," he murmurs. "I can't stop thinking about you."
His arm is under me, holding me up like I weigh nothing. The muscles of his shoulder flex beneath my hands. That raw wolf shifter strength surrounds me and makes me feel small.
Breakable.
And yet... so unbelievably safe. Wanted. Protected. Like as long as I'm in his arms, he's going to take care of my every need.
He pushes the plump, glistening head of his cock inside me. My breath catches, a choked little gasp that borders on a cry.
