She wanted to pounce on him, take him down and do whatever she wanted with the male in his prime. Nearly panting, she strained to ease back her desire, hoping he couldn’t smell it on her.
Kennedy tried to focus on something else. The TV, the ugly plaid bedspread, his freaking partner lying on the bedjust a few steps away…
Then Alex took her hand and put his shirt in it.
The feel of his warm skin was like a drug. She clenched the shirt tight, and the scent of him wafted to her all over again. “This thing inside me. My beast.” She licked her dry lips, saw him follow the movement with laser-like attention, and let the heat move through her. “I’ve heard the others talking about it. The men seem to deal with a lot of violence.”
“Yes.” He stepped closer, so that she had to tilt her head back to see him. Only a few inches separated them, and it was too much.
Her nipples grew harder, the towel an abrasive barrier against the pleasure she needed. The desire to be taken, ridden, and owned, consumed her. She didn’t like her emotions so out-of-control and tried to rein them in. But she feared she was too late.
“You’re wet.” He traced a droplet of water from her collarbone to the V between her breasts. “Need help drying off?”
She inhaled his sweet need and trembled.Wet? You have no idea.
“Kennedy?” His low, raspy voice sent shivers down her spine.
“Yes?” Her embarrassment took a backseat to desire. She nudged his fingers aside and let her towel drop. The sudden silence in the room was deafening.
Alex’s eyes widened, and he stepped back to look his fill. Then, before she could change her mind—as if her beast would let her—he put his large hands on her waist and yanked her flush against him. That thick bulge against her belly told her she wasn’t the only one feeling lusty.
“You don’t know this about me, Kennedy, but I have a sweet tooth,” he said in a low growl. “And you smell like cotton candy.” He leaned closer, his pupils no longer normal, but catlike, elongated in those bright gray eyes. “I bet you’re sticky sweet, aren’t you?”
She blew out a breath, losing any semblance of control, and met him halfway.
The kiss changed everything.
******
Alex couldn’t think as he held a wet, warm, and willing woman. Kennedy was in his arms and kissing him back for all she was worth. Passion flared bright hot. The need raging inside him had obviously grabbed a hold of her as well.
She was driving his beastcrazy. He didn’t care that she’d been through a rough escape, that Eli lay on the bed close by, that he didn’t know much more about her than her name.
His beast wanted, and it had never craved another the way it did Kennedy.
“More,” she murmured against his lips.
The heady sensation of her full breasts against his naked chest made him want to devour her. As it was, scenting the wet need between her legs had him lost to any thought but claiming her. Now.
Alex didn’t plan on waiting. Her beast accepted him. He felt it, touched it through her silky skin, and saw her desire, experiencing it as if it were his own.
He continued to kiss her, letting go of her hips to unfasten his jeans and shove his clothes down. He backed her up against the wall and lifted her. The sweet woman wrapped her ankles around his waist, and he groaned, because her pussy lined up with his cock.
“Now,” she growled and nipped at his lips. Sharp pinpricks scored his shoulders and neck, and the feel of her claws marking his flesh pushed him over the edge.
He pulled back to look into her eyes and positioned himself at her entrance.
Then he yanked her down while shoving up inside her.
She cried out, her head back, and clenched him to her, thrusting her hips in time with his frenzied pace.
The sex was indescribable. The best he’d ever had, and the race to climax made it that much more explosive.
Kennedy seized around him and moaned his name, her body demanding his seed as if her right.
He tried to hold out but couldn’t, the instinctual need to bind her to him overpowering. Alex roared as he jetted inside her, the beast within driven to give her everything and more.
Her claws receded, and smooth fingers stroked his neck, the upper slopes of his shoulders. She toyed with his hair, and when he realized he’d closed his eyes, he opened them to see her shocked expression fade into a contented smile.
