“God, I want to fuck you,” I said, then grimaced at my audacity.
Alfie nodded with his entire body. “Yes,” he said, grabbing my shirt. “Why do you feel like oxygen?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, but you feel the same.”
We stood there, entranced, gazes locked. Alfie eventually blinked and looked down, his hands still gripping my shirt. “Oh my God. Did you add aStar Trekcommunicator to a red shirt?”
I buried my nose into his hair, inhaling and laughing as I nodded.
“I thought it was funny,” I said, in awe of how necessary he felt.
Something like gratitude shone in his eyes, and I wished I could capture the way he looked at me like I was something special. “It’s perfect, Gideon.”
“You don’t mind being fucked by a red shirt?”
“Oh, please. You’re clearly undercover. If I were to look in your closet, I’d see a full set of mustard-colored security uniforms. Don’t try to trick me with your vulnerable hates-all-dogs act, sir. I see you.”
I pulled away, holding up my hands. “I don’t hate dogs. That’s not what that was.”
Alfie’s eyes went wide, and impressive move considering how big already were. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. As a therapist, I actually know that.” He then pointed to the hard-on pressing against his zipper. “As a horny, stupid man, all of the blood for processing speech is currently in my dick.”
Fuck, I knew we’d have to do something about this dog thing, but his worried expression made me want to kiss it away and drag him into my arms. So, I did.
“I know I’m sensitive about it, and we’ll get into it, but…fuck I need you naked.”
Relief colored his expression. “Me too. We’ll figure it out.”
“Good. Now take your fucking clothes off.”
FIVE
Alfie
Gideon stareddown at me with a look that, from anyone else, would have seemed violent. He kissed me again, walking me in some kind of direction. We made it about halfway up the stairs before he pushed me up against the wall again, a framed picture crashing to the ground as he pressed his body into mine, plundering my mouth until I was breathless.
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and had it over my head before repeating the process with his shirt. Goddamn. The combination of tattoos and fur on his chest was fan-fucking-tastic. Some of the tattoos on his neck and the backs of his hands appeared to cover scars and I wondered again what kind of history he had with dogs.
Every ounce of concern and humanity fled my soul when my eyes snagged on his nipples, fat and peaked and begging to be sucked. So, I obliged, then moaned when his large hand gently palmed the back of my head, silently encouraging me to suck harder, deeper.
“Fuck, your mouth,” he said, pulling me away. I held on, suctioning his pretty nipple until he pulled me away enough for it to pop free of my mouth. “You are going to be the death of me,”he said, lifting me up and throwing me—caveman-like—over his shoulder.
“Given the size of your erection, I’d much rather live,” I cracked.
His rumbling laugh felt amazing as he made his way up the rest of the stairs, carrying me like I weighted nothing to his bedroom. Once inside, he let me down and I toed out of my shoes and awkwardly stripped off my socks. The massive bedroom with the tall ceilings had clearly been carefully decorated, save the TV—which was the largest I’d ever seen in a private bedroom.
“How could you be so wrong about aStar Trekcaptain when you have a TV this big?” I snarked, dropping my jeans.
“Is that what you really want to talk about now?” Gideon asked, pulling at the waistband of my underwear to peek at the goods.
“No. No, I do not,” I said, knocking his hand away to push down my underwear.
He followed suit, and…wow.
Yipes, even.
Talk about an urban fantasy.
“You look like a fucking werewolf,” I said, breathing heavily as I took in...everything.
