Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Hope you don’t mind a little snowy delight from my short story, Snow Print. You can read it for free on KU.
But as I pulled in a breath, realizing her arousal had welled up through her jeans and across my stomach, the wolf took charge.
I fought to tug her pants off even while keeping her in my arms. She’d slip, I’d kiss her, hoist her up, try again. All the while, I began to sink to my knees. They both slammed into the cold floor, causing my hips to rock and my cock to glide up her stomach. A mess of knotted denim came between us, zipper teeth threatening to rip apart my flesh if I tried to thrust, but the wolf didn’t do well with delayed gratification.