Wolf's Soul

He walked toward the small sink, turned on the faucet to cold and splashed water on his face. The water felt good, but nothing compared to the awesome feeling of having Marisol pinned beneath him. Damn, he couldn’t believe he tackled her in bed. Callum braced his arms on the sink and closed his eyes.

When Marisol walked into the room, he pretended to be asleep. Through half closed eyes, he watched her stare at him with shock and admiration. Her perusal, as if admiring something she’d never seen before, began to take effect on him. When he grabbed her waist and rolled her on the bed, his intention was to stop her from talking his ears off.  But the moment he felt her softness, inhaled her sweet vanilla scent, he lost control of his body. He reacted like a teenage boy loaded with hormones. For a moment, he forgot where he was and the pain deep inside his shoulder. All he could think about was to spread her thighs apart and feel her heat, kiss her plump wet lips, and suck her breasts.

Without a doubt, Marisol was one hot human. On top of her soft Barbie doll shape body and a fascinating character, man, she had a genial mouth and sparkling green eyes heavy with thick long lashes. He could just stare at her and never get tired of it. He bet it would be fantastic to have her ride him while her dark hair hung down like waterfalls. Callum felt himself stirred. Shit, he couldn’t ever remember a woman asking him to get off of her. Marisol was the first and he was glad that she asked him to. Who knew what he could have done next. Damn him, he enjoyed that few minutes of being so close to her.