As if on cue, Colt growled before sinking to his knees beside her divan. Despite the thunderous intensity in his stormy blue grey eyes, he cupped her face in the curve of his large hand with careful tenderness, fingers slipping under the mask so that his fingers rested against her soft, smooth skin. She placed her hand over his, humming softly.
“Nicolette…” he rasped her name in a way that sent sparks straight to her core, which thrummed with need. She wanted to hear him chant it like a prayer as she drew the pleasure from his body with her own. But, this wasn’t a place for names.
She pressed a single finger to the snout of his wolf mask in warning, and gave him another gentle reminder of where they were, “You mean Little Red, don’t you Mr. Wolf?”
Colt hissed, taking her hand in his. Th
