When her thumb brushed over his nipple, carefully, his breath hitched.
It was small. But she felt it.
Eric's breathing eased, then deepened further, responsive.
Delilah let her hand travel lower.
Down the firm plane of his abdomen, past the shallow indentation of his navel, fingers ghosting across skin warmed by tension. She felt the faint tremor in his muscles as her touch slid further, slower now, purposeful.
And then she wrapped her hand around his cock.
The contact sent a jolt through Eric. His body reacted instantly, hips tensing, breath catching hard in his throat. His eyes snapped open.
His hand clamped around her wrist.
In one swift movement, he shifted them, turning the tide effortlessly. The world tilted and suddenly he was above her, braced over her body.
Delilah's heart pounded with triumph. She had him. His chest hovered inches above hers. Heat radiated between them.
Her wolf flashed in submission.
