Free Loner (Norseton Wolves #2) by Holley Trent

wolf fully got her bearings.
    He curled his fingers against her thigh and stared at the gap between her legs.
    She sighed. “Darius?”
    “Yes?”
    “That was an invitation for foreplay.”
    “Oh.” He stood and immediately started peeling off his shirt.
    She grabbed the hem before he could manage. “Are you generally naked for foreplay?”
    He cringed. “I can’t say I’ve had much of it.”
    “What do you do when a woman isn’t ready?”
    He furrowed his brow. “That’s never been a problem.”
    Looking at him, she could imagine how that would be the case, but she didn’t just want a quick fuck. Not that she doubted his endurance at all, but she imagined he probably had one speed when it came to sex, and it was of the highly aerobic sort. She liked for sex to be an experience almost as often as she liked it to just scratch an itch. People learned a lot about their lovers in the bedroom, and until she could get her wolf to loosen his tongue, she’d let his body do the talking.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Darius had never been the kind of man who was easy to humiliate, but he was veering closer and closer to that place with every interaction with Stephanie. He felt as though he couldn’t do anything right—that nothing about him was right for her. He could barely hold a decent conversation, he was undereducated, and obviously not as worldly as he’d thought.
    He stood there, clutching the bottom of his shirt and watching her drum her fingertips atop the comforter.
    She is totally out of my league, and I’m supposed to make her happy somehow? It was obvious who got the short end of the stick in their relationship.
    “Tell me something,” she said. “How do you usually signal to a woman that you want to have sex with her?”
    “I…I don’t have to.”
    “They just throw themselves at you?”
    He shrugged. That probably had more to do with the sorts of places the pack lounged at when they were on the road than with Darius’s flirtation skills. Sometimes, people went to places looking for specific things, and nobody played coy about it. But, those weren’t women looking for relationships, and they certainly weren’t his wife.
    His wife. He had a wife now. He still couldn’t quite digest it.
    “I’ll tell you what I do, then. Sometimes, I’ll do something to draw a potential lover’s attention to certain body parts. My hands…” She dragged them lightly up her ribs and let them rest on her heart. “My lips.” She pushed her lips into a petulant pout that had his nuts tightening. “My chest.” She nudged down a dress strap and let her bodice sag enticingly on one side, thereby exposing the pale lace of her bra and inches of creamy skin. “Perhaps my thighs, when I’m having a good leg day.” She crossed her legs over the edge of the bed and hitched her hem up a few inches in the process. “Once a man’s looking at me, maybe I’ll tease him.”
    “How?” Stupid question. Anyone would eyes could see the effects of her teasing on him.
    “Depends on what I want.” She uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs even farther apart than they had been.
    His gaze fixed on the shadow between them, and his brain projected what he hoped to see there, though it wasn’t actually visible.
    He moved forward only to stop at the sound of her quiet laughter. “See what I mean?”
    “I’m getting the drift.”
    “Do you want to see?” She smirked and hooked an index finger under her hem.
    “Yes.” There was really no suave way to confess that, so he didn’t bother digging around in his head for the words.
    “Then come take a look. You’ve got to pay the admission fee first, though.”
    “What’s the fee?” He’d empty his wallet if it made her happy, though he didn’t think she wanted his money. She had her own.
    She shrugged and made that semi-exposed breast jiggle.
    Gods. He closed his eyes against the sight and ground his teeth. He could probably nut in his pants just from watching those tiny