Reaching for My Angel [The Royal Wolves 5] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Honor James

imagining her laid out there. “Oh hell yeah,” he breathed with a smile. “I think we could arrange that, my love.”
    “I take it you really like the idea as much as I do?” Her eyes were on the table and there was another shiver. “You will have to feed me, too, but I have full confidence that you can not only feed yourself, but me as well, love.”
    “Oh I’m very sure that we’ll both come away from the experience fully satisfied,” he murmured in a tone that was as close to a purr as a wolf could come. Licking his lips he moved closer to her, backing her toward the counter before caging her with his arms. “I think we’ll need to decide just what foods will cover you though, I don’t want to burn you with anything, but something with juice wouldn’t be amiss. Licking something sweet from something sweeter, wherever the juice may flow, would be pleasurable.”
    “Fruits.” She felt her whole body lighting to the idea. “Whipped cream would be nice, to feel it around my nipples, having you take a small lick here or there?” Her hand came up to his chest as she spoke. “Could always make a steak and then cool it down some before you place it on my belly, let you lick it the juices even as you munch the steak?”
    Growling softly he lowered his head as he nodded slowly. “I’m liking this plan,” he whispered against her lips. “Anything else you think we might want for our meal?” he asked her softly as he fought for some control over his suddenly ragging hormones.
    “Chocolate, you have to have chocolate.” She was going to burn up and die in a spectacular flame with the way her body was reacting. “How soon can we have our meal ready? You cook and get the sides ready and I will go and shower.” Leaning in she kissed him. “I will be right back, Ben.”
    He watched her race off and then he frowned. “You’re showering now?” he called after her and shook his head. “Women,” he muttered moving to the fridge to collect what would be needed for their meal . Chuckling at what was to come he moved happily around the kitchen, he had the steak on already and cooking since it would need to cool before it went anywhere near her flesh. The fruit he was cutting while he kept an eye on that. Luckily he’d found a container of whip cream in the back of his fridge. God only knew when that was from but the date on it said it was fine so he was going with it.
    She came back, skin pink and shiny from where she scrubbed it and a towel wrapped around her head and one around her body. “God I can’t wait for this,” she muttered and snagged a grape while he pulled the steak off. “Am I sick for being so excited about this?”
    Turning he shot her a look and shook his head sharply. “Don’t ever think that, Evangeline. Whatever we do together as two consenting and fully knowledgeable adults is not wrong as long as we enjoy it. This is no where near being wrong, hell it’s been a weird custom in…Japan”—he scrambled trying to remember—“for like ever.”
    “And I’m Asian, not Japanese but…” She knew her ancestors would kill her for this. “It doesn’t really matter. You’re right. Anything we do together is right and good.” Nodding she added, “Are you sure that you’re up for this?” She was more than ready. Her whole damn body was burning up with need.
    Glaring at her, he rolled his eyes. “Honey, if I get any more up I’ll be in space,” he muttered shaking his head. “You may want to put a towel on the table or a blanket so you don’t get cold from the wood,” he said as he kept slicing the fruit.
    “I brought one of the bath sheets you have in the bathroom warmer. It’s nice and warm and sitting on a chair in there.” She grinned at him as she added, “God you are amazingly handsome, Ben. I am one lucky woman.”
    “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, woman,” he told her with a wink even though he was slightly embarrassed at her words. Shifting he flipped