Tryson had started to make fun of her. She loved it, damn him.
He was sitting almost straight up and leaning slightly toward her, which made her lean back a little. She held on to his shoulders to stay balanced, but she wasn't thinking about any of that. Her eyes were the only thing she could see, and all she could think about was how he was making her feel.
He put his hands on her thighs and cupped them. His fingers teased up the sides of her legs, which made her hair stand up and made her shiver with excitement.
But he couldn't take his eyes off of her, and his face... He had never looked so much like the wolf that lived inside him, but she wasn't scared. She wanted to be eaten, and he was hungry for her.
As he raised his hand, the water splashed and swirled, and his eyes moved down
