Mathilda
"You know, if you don't pull yourself away from me this moment, we'll both regret what's about to happen," Cahill whispers, his hand gently massaging my waist.
I want to enjoy the pleasure he's giving me right now, but I feel too scared to do so. I might be reading and feeling things wrong. What if he isn't looking and touching me like the way that I am feeling right now? What if it's just an innocent touch, but I am feeling something different because I am overwhelmed with my attraction for him.
"You should take my hands off you, tell me I shouldn't do this to you." His voice is so rough and hot, and maybe this is real. "Tell me this is wrong again."
I open my mouth to speak but the words suddenly die in my throat because Cahill's gaze is darkened with lust and fire.
It feels so wrong we're like this, but at the same time feels right in every freaking way. My wolf is aching to be in contact with his.
