Jeremy’s POV
(Scenes like these are normally written in the female’s pov, so I decided to write the male’s instead.)
Lifting Claire onto the countertop, already cataloging that she likes being lifted. Her scent sweetens, curling through the air like a confession, and my wolf stirs, pleased that she is so responsive towards me, the electricity between us, supercharged.
Her indoor slippers drop to the floor, her hands braced against the stone behind her, knuckles whitening, breath catching in that way she tries to hide. She tells herself she is still in control. I know better. The tremor in her thighs, the way her pulse skips beneath my fingers, gives her away.
Stepping out of my shoes as well, I unbuckle my pants, also getting out of them, remaining in only my shorts. Other clothing had
