how she ached to love someone and be loved. And, if she must admit, that she ached to be touched again. Even the thought of Grayson's hands on her had sent a chill through her down to her very core.
"I was so happy you agreed to dinner, I know I must seem to be moving pretty quickly." Grayson said as he unfurled his napkin into his lap and signaled for the waiter to bring the first course of dinner out to the table.
"Nothing in my life has ever moved slowly, "she laughed, "I've always seemed to have two speeds -- all or none."
"Have you dated much?" he asked, curious and a bit jealous if others had touched her.
"Not much, no. Hard to find someone that can accept...." she began, not knowing how much to reveal just yet. "That can accept all of one's idiosyncrasies." And the fact that you're a werewolf , she thought to herself.
"I completely understand. I find that women tend to want one of two things from me. They either want to marry me and divorce me for half my money or they want to bed me to post shots of the encounter on Instagram."
"Oh my, how on earth do you survive that? How do you know when to trust someone?" Lynx asked as she went to reach for her water glass.
Grayson reached for her hand and cradled it in his as he said "Sometimes, you just take a leap of faith." Grayson truly believed in leaps of faith. When everyone around him told him to stay secluded, to hide his shifter ways, he rebelled and stayed in the public eye, retreating only when it was his own private time.
Lynx smiled. Grayson was like a magnet that drew her closer, something she couldn't explain to herself. Could this be what grandmother was trying to tell her? Could Grayson be her mate? So many questions flooded and overtook her thoughts during dinner. It was hard to concentrate. There were so many new emotions that were inside her, battling for position against the Fenris clan hatred that kept residence in her heart.
Through five exquisite courses, dinner sped on. At the end of the 90 minute meal, they had exhausted their questions and conversation and were deep in private thought as they gazed into each other's eyes. Though they had only touched hands, the fire that burned inside each of them felt as if they'd already done so much more.
"Grayson, I'm going to be very forward here and ask if..." Lynx started.
"My house is about ten minutes from here; would you like to join me?" Grayson had read her mind, knew what she wanted before she spoke it. It was all that he himself had been able to think about during the dessert. He had already pictured his hands undoing those fine pearls that cinched her dress together. His hands wrapped in her hair as he drew her to him. Her skin under his, between his teeth.
Grayson and Lynx drove on in silence as they held hands in the car. There was little to be said as their sexual tension escalated. Once in the driveway, they made their way to the door as they kissed passionately. They barely made it inside before his coat was off and he had made it halfway down her pearl enclosures. He slid the dress off her shoulders and maneuvered it over her hips as he caught sight of a wolf paw print tattoo on her left hipbone. Fitting , he thought.
"Grayson, I do want to get to know you, all of you, but first I really need this." Lynx whispered as she strained to keep her emotions in check. While she always shifted during periods of anger, there were times she shifted during periods of sexual excitement and she did not want to shift while with him.
"Then my dearest, you shall have this. All of it." He said, as he removed the rest of his clothes and tossed them haphazardly wherever they would fall. He kissed her forehead, her lips, down the taunt skin on her throat and took her pert nipple into his mouth. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and did the same to the other, expertly teasing them to a painful erect
"I was so happy you agreed to dinner, I know I must seem to be moving pretty quickly." Grayson said as he unfurled his napkin into his lap and signaled for the waiter to bring the first course of dinner out to the table.
"Nothing in my life has ever moved slowly, "she laughed, "I've always seemed to have two speeds -- all or none."
"Have you dated much?" he asked, curious and a bit jealous if others had touched her.
"Not much, no. Hard to find someone that can accept...." she began, not knowing how much to reveal just yet. "That can accept all of one's idiosyncrasies." And the fact that you're a werewolf , she thought to herself.
"I completely understand. I find that women tend to want one of two things from me. They either want to marry me and divorce me for half my money or they want to bed me to post shots of the encounter on Instagram."
"Oh my, how on earth do you survive that? How do you know when to trust someone?" Lynx asked as she went to reach for her water glass.
Grayson reached for her hand and cradled it in his as he said "Sometimes, you just take a leap of faith." Grayson truly believed in leaps of faith. When everyone around him told him to stay secluded, to hide his shifter ways, he rebelled and stayed in the public eye, retreating only when it was his own private time.
Lynx smiled. Grayson was like a magnet that drew her closer, something she couldn't explain to herself. Could this be what grandmother was trying to tell her? Could Grayson be her mate? So many questions flooded and overtook her thoughts during dinner. It was hard to concentrate. There were so many new emotions that were inside her, battling for position against the Fenris clan hatred that kept residence in her heart.
Through five exquisite courses, dinner sped on. At the end of the 90 minute meal, they had exhausted their questions and conversation and were deep in private thought as they gazed into each other's eyes. Though they had only touched hands, the fire that burned inside each of them felt as if they'd already done so much more.
"Grayson, I'm going to be very forward here and ask if..." Lynx started.
"My house is about ten minutes from here; would you like to join me?" Grayson had read her mind, knew what she wanted before she spoke it. It was all that he himself had been able to think about during the dessert. He had already pictured his hands undoing those fine pearls that cinched her dress together. His hands wrapped in her hair as he drew her to him. Her skin under his, between his teeth.
Grayson and Lynx drove on in silence as they held hands in the car. There was little to be said as their sexual tension escalated. Once in the driveway, they made their way to the door as they kissed passionately. They barely made it inside before his coat was off and he had made it halfway down her pearl enclosures. He slid the dress off her shoulders and maneuvered it over her hips as he caught sight of a wolf paw print tattoo on her left hipbone. Fitting , he thought.
"Grayson, I do want to get to know you, all of you, but first I really need this." Lynx whispered as she strained to keep her emotions in check. While she always shifted during periods of anger, there were times she shifted during periods of sexual excitement and she did not want to shift while with him.
"Then my dearest, you shall have this. All of it." He said, as he removed the rest of his clothes and tossed them haphazardly wherever they would fall. He kissed her forehead, her lips, down the taunt skin on her throat and took her pert nipple into his mouth. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and did the same to the other, expertly teasing them to a painful erect
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