*Sterling*
I awake to find myself resting on my good side, my arm curled around Frannie, my hand nestled innocently against her breast. Not a position I have ever been in before with any other she-wolf. I always touch a she-wolf with purpose, with desire. I have to admit that I want to touch her that way again, but it has to be at her pace, when she is ready. Her backside is spooned against my hips, and my body’s reaction there isn’t innocent at all. I ease back a little because I don’t want her to awaken to find herself being poked…
Only with a sigh, she snuggles back against me.
Lovely. Here I am, trying to be a gentleman, and she is ensuring that I can not be. I concentrate on the sound of the rain pattering against the window, which makes me think of water, and subsequently, my thou
