Midlife Wolf's Only Hope: Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance (Midlife Shifters Series Book 6) by Amelia Wilson

Author:Amelia Wilson [Wilson, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Klarice

His hands move over my body in such an odd way. No, odd doesn’t really describe his touch. Maybe counterintuitive is a better way to put it. The point is that I just don’t really understand how he can somehow be demanding and giving at the exact same time, how he can go about things in such a way that I almost feel overpowered and cuddled at the same time.

God, it’s amazing.

This man is amazing.

Valentine.

I’m willing to say right here and now that there’s no better name for him. Damn it all to hell, did I just make some kind of reference to him as though I’m in love with him already? I don’t even know how to think along those lines. I know it’s way too damned early to even…

Well, maybe it’s just that years of being alone and overwhelmed make the last month of not being alone and being far less overwhelmed so powerful to me. Maybe it’s that. My mind is just a swirl of thoughts and emotions, and I don’t really register all that’s happening as he gets me undressed. This isn’t the first time. I kind of like it. I know he doesn’t just snap his fingers and make me naked, but it feels that way, kind of.

Now that I’m naked, he steps back a bit and I watch him getting his clothes off. It’s almost awkward but I kind of feel rooted to the spot, like I can’t do anything. Maybe it’s the sight of his muscular body as his clothes come off. I’ve seen it before, but it still captivates me. I never really was one of those girls who get obsessed about a six-pack abdomen but it’s hard not to feel that way looking at Valentine. Maybe it’s because he’s the total package. Maybe that’s why I’m so damned overpowered by this man. Maybe it’s that his body is incredible, but it isn’t even the most important thing about him. Who the hell knows? What I know for certain is that I feel almost unable to move at all just watching him.

And my body is gearing up in ways it hasn’t ever before.

What a strange thing it is to feel rooted in place but also desperately want to explode into action.

When his pants come down and he stands only in his boxers, exploding into action beats out everything else. I rush back to him, slip my hand into his underwear and close my lips over his nipple as my other hand lifts up to run through his hair. It’s such a strange thing to realize I am already beginning to think about having a man available to me for physical reasons is the norm and not the exception.

That realization brings with it a moment of sudden terror.

It’s paralyzing.

I lost the last man. The pain of losing my husband is still present, tougher some days and easier others. It is there, though, and it doesn’t almost destroy me every minute like when it first came to me, but it is there.

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