Big Bad Wolf Chapter 24

Big Bad Wolf Chapter 24

Flames Covered Him

Javier

“Do you normally sleep in joggers?”

Isabell asked when they were alone in the room after dinner. Javier grinned into the pages of the book.

“No.”

He knew where she was going with her question. He needed her to be sure.

Javier let the silence play out. He sat in a chair in the corner, pretending to read while he tracked her movements. After that question from her, there was no chance the book could hold his interest.

Isabell was seeking answers and exploring something she’d only dreamed of. She’d never hoped for a taste of what she and Javier had been sharing over the last few days. It was all-new, exciting, cautious, anxious testing.

She was putting away clean laundry. She flitted from the closet to the chest of drawers. It was a decidedly birdlike behavior.

She’d washed his laundry, too. He appreciated it. Having a woman take care of those small things was a kindness he’d been missing in his life for a long time. Entranced with what she wanted from him, Javier focused on only her. The rest played at the fringes of his awareness.

Isabell needed information about things she knew nothing about, yet was desperate for. Javier waited for her.

After a few moments, “What do you usually sleep in?”

She asked him tentatively, still afraid yet determined. He heard the waver in her voice. She was crossing old lines drawn in the sand. Those same lines she hadn’t stepped over ever in her life. It wasn’t easy for her.

“Why do you ask?”

He continued to look at the book in his hands as if he were only half involved in the conversation. Javier wanted her to build courage. He waited to see whether she would pursue her line of questioning, or if she would drop the subject until a later time.

She had to be sure, or any actual pressure from him would push her away. Javier had self-control. With her, he even had patience.

She bit her lower lip, teasing him with the same desire. She was unsure of the depth of the water in the pool she wished to sink into.

“I was wondering if it would be more comfortable for you some other way.”

Her phrasing was awkward, and he could see the pink blush rise on her pale olive skin. She’d never seen a man naked, maybe in a movie or something, not in the flesh.

What she asked for in words wasn’t what she desired to know. She was so innocent.

Javier wanted to be that first for her, wanted to be every first for her. He had to be careful.

Too much, too soon, caused her to retreat into her frightened shell. If that happened, he’d begin again, and it would take longer.

Not that time was relevant. It wasn’t. The task would just be harder if he lost some of the trust he’d been building with her.

He looked up and finally met her gaze. She was so beautiful, so serious.

“Do they bother you? Would you prefer I not wear them to bed?”

He left the ball in her court. He wasn’t about to tell her he preferred to sleep in the buff. Not just yet.

Isabell had to drag it out of him so he could give her what she needed. She nodded shyly.

The door was closed. He put the book down and stood up. Only the two of them would ever know how things played out. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Are you sure? You would prefer I take them off?”

He needed to ask her, so she had time to choose to back away if her fear was more than she could overcome.

Isabell nodded. She was determined to see her impulsive desire through to the end. It was the quiet strength he’d sensed in her when they first met.

“They look uncomfortable to sleep in.”

She stated it as if it was a known fact. Javier knew she wanted something else, even if she didn’t have the words or the understanding of it.

He stripped the joggers off, laid them on top of the chair behind him, and stood before her in his boxers. Javier wasn’t afraid or ashamed of his physical appearance. He was comfortable in his skin.

Isabell studied him carefully. She was an artist. She saw things differently. This time Javier knew she had no comparison to make. She was simply learning about him.

He let her look for a long moment. He wanted her to decide if she liked what she saw in front of her.

Her mouth cracked. Javier maintained his control. His desire might scare her away.

He had to know,. Would she see everything? Would she know him as the man he was beneath the clothes, without the trappings of life and society?

He asked huskily, “Is this enough? Would you prefer to see all of me?”

It was a whisper, deafening in the silence. Javier waited as time crept by. Isabell was still unsure.

The air in the room seemed to freeze in anticipation of her decision. Then she nodded almost imperceptibly. She wanted to know more than she feared him.

Javier stripped off his boxers and stood before her, naked in the middle of the floor. He let her look. It was the most necessary and the most grueling aspect of patient, silent stillness.

The direwolf stalked his prey. His prey was an apex predator who could take flight. The wrong move lost the prize, starting the hunt again.

He turned slowly in place so she could see all of him. He felt her gaze keenly. It raked over him, bringing the wolf close to the surface, heating his skin, searing his soul.

When he faced her again, he realized she’d taken a few steps towards him, quietly curious and in need of something she couldn’t define. Her arm partially extended, as if she longed to touch him.

She was unsure if she should. She feared breaking the spell they were both under, yet no magic was being used.

“Am I acceptable?” he asked in a low voice.

She froze, thinking. He waited again.

“I don’t know. How do I know?” she whispered.

She was so serious. She wasn’t sure what acceptable was supposed to look like in a naked man in her bedroom.

He wanted Isabell to define acceptable as Javier MacGuire and think nothing else would do. He chuckled softly, shaking his head at himself and her.

“Do you like what you see?” Javier offered her a different question.

She nodded and said so softly he almost didn’t hear, “Yes.”

“This is how I usually sleep.”

He spoke low, and he stood perfectly still. He waited for her to process that. Would she sleep naked with him? Would she let him feel her body next to his, skin-to-skin, with that delicious warmth that passed between lovers beneath the sheets?

“Do you want me to sleep with you as I normally sleep?”

He asked quietly. His direwolf was howling for her to say yes. She didn’t answer. She changed the subject to avoid answering him. Her fear needed to take the focus off of herself and put it back on him.

“When I touched you through your clothes, you felt different from how you look.”

She said as her curiosity about him won over her hesitancy. Her change of focus, however, upped the game to a different level. Sleeping was no longer the goal.

“You were stroking me and aroused me. Would you like to see what that looks like?”

She nodded. It was pure curiosity. Her fear was fading, and she was gaining confidence because he satisfied her curiosity and answered her questions without pressure.

“You’ll have to show me you want me. You kissed me before, remember? I need a sign it’s okay for me to feel that way about you again.”

Javier maintained his control. He was serious. Frightening her away with his desire for her wasn’t optional. He needed her to feel as if she was in control of that.

What he told her wasn’t entirely true. He was trying to stay calm and not frighten her into stopping her exploration with him. She had stripped him of his control several times before.

He wanted it to go exactly the way she needed it to. Then she did the sexiest thing in the world, and his control slipped.

Isabell reached down, grabbed the hem of her silk nightdress, and as she rose back upright, she pulled it up, stripping it off over her head. She stood before him naked as the gown fell to the floor. He lost his control and was instantly hard before her.

That was a sign alright, no doubt about that. She was sharing with him what he was sharing with her, copying him.

Her hand inched toward him. She wanted to touch him. He could see her desire to know what he felt like all hard beneath her fingers without his clothes in the way.

She wanted to compare it to her previous encounter. He wanted that more than he wanted to breathe. Javier was sure he forgot to for several minutes.

He met her hand with his own as he had before, and he guided her hand to his cock. He wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroked himself with his hand over hers slowly, then let go of her hand. She continued to stroke him, marveling at the way he felt.

He groaned low, and his eyes slipped closed as he stood before her. His head tipped back. The smell of clean wood smoke at the campfire was everywhere.

He clawed back his awareness of the situation from the intense pleasure and watched as she stroked him. That alone was beyond erotic.

The phoenix flames danced over her fingers and traced his cock and balls. They snaked up his chest and down his legs. In a few seconds, the flames covered him, and his entire body tingled.

Thank you for your support! Welcome to the dream… Sincerely, -OK

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