Another short one, I swear I am getting into something deeper here just give me the time. Enjoy!
He hadn't felt like he'd heard her right, did she say that she wasn't scared of him? What would prompt her to say something like that?
Regardless of the confusion Monroe liked the sound of it, he hadn't really had someone trust in him like that before, be comfortable with who he is. Sure he had relationships before but he figured those women felt safe because they thought they could take him.
" Kiss me." She said, her brow stitched in a nervous expression as she closed the distance between them.
He took in a breath of surprise and managed a little smile as he watched her wrap her arms around his neck. Excitement rose in him, a growl threatened to escape his throat and he knew he wanted to grab her up and throw her down on the couch.
Rosalee had brought their faces together, her lips parted and her eyes looking at him searchingly. With a deep breath he closed his eyes, steadied himself into a calmer place. He'd have to be gentle, methodic, if he hoped to stay in control.
He slipped his hands behind her, hugging her to him and kissed her. This kiss was very different from before, slow and sweet as they explored eachothers' mouths. Her lips tasted like spiced tea, the honey she used lingering on his tongue. So close like this, tea tree shampoo, incense, toast, and pen ink all mixed together with her scent.
Her hands pushed up through his hair, pulling while she bit his lip tenderly. He scoffed a bit under her kiss and she purred back.
They slowly drifted through the glass doors to the couch in the side room, kissing tenderly, breaking for a moment while Monroe pulled his jacket back and dropped it to the floor. Rosalee held her eyes seating herself across the couch with her knees up invitingly.
She was on fire, forceful and aggressive in her passion while Monroe was gentle and slow. She would lift up a hand to pull him on top of her and he would catch it and gently lay it down, placing a knee on the couch and lowering himself over her.
Rosalee was insistent, trying to hurry the pace that he meant to maintain, pulling off her sweater and shirt, reaching for his and pushing her hands into his sweater and up his sides. As their caresses changed and clothes lay on the floor she hesitated when she saw his naked form over her.
Monroe, seeming pleased with her reaction said, " Well, I told you a guy like me didn't need any help," and they laughed, the tension falling away to a natural comfort.
He placed a few kisses along her throat and at her encouraging moans bit and sucked his way to her breast. He felt a wave of excitement and his breath catching, his hands changing as the wolf tried to claw its way out of him.
Rosalee reached between them and took hold of him, urging him. He pushed his hips forward and looked at her face a bit hesitant.
" I may..." He began, he didn't think he'd be able to keep himself calm while fucking someone like Rosalee, he never had to do that before it was always so natural to let the wolf take over.
Rosalee smiled warmly and twisted her head to the side, hair replacing the flesh beneath it and Monroe sighed in relief at her understanding and let himself woge.
Afterward they lay tangled together on the couch, neither one wanting to break the silence and address the hurried choice they'd just made. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding that perhaps they'd just needed that to lift the tension leaving behind the natural comfort between them.