Feverishly, she buried her fingers in his hair and started moving against him in earnest, rubbing herself along his cock, her head tossed back and her lips parted. God, if she kept that up, he was going to come, and they were both fully dressed. He fumbled for her fly, practically tearing the button free and making short work of the zipper. Black lace thong. He wholeheartedly approved. Without hesitation, she undid the buttons of his shirt, spread the sides, and scraped her nails down his chest. Holy shit, she’d summoned lightning from his veins. God, he needed to touch her.
He slid his fingers between her legs, finding her soaked. “Jesus, Laina, you’re so wet for me.”
Her tongue met the curve of his earlobe. “Please,” she gasped, as if she were in pain and the only thing that could relieve her was his touch. He was more than happy to oblige.
He moved her thong aside and dipped a finger into her, shifting his body to cup her between her legs. Closing her eyes, she worked her hips overtime, riding his hand with abandon that made his cock throb. He took her breast into his mouth, licking in time with his stroking fingers.
His phone rang. He ignored it. It rang again.
“More,” she cried. And he moved faster, harder, circling her clit with his thumb.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded. A shock rang though her body. She tipped her head back on a silent howl, her inner walls tightening rhythmically around his fingers. “Fuck, yeah.” How good her orgasm would feel on his cock. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.
“Kyle!” a man’s voice barked from across the pool.
Laina whipped her head over her shoulder and growled. He’d never heard a noise like that come out of a woman before, but she was off him in the blink of an eye. Another blink and her jeans were zipped, her breast back in her T-shirt.
He swore as he spotted Nate watching them with that shark’s grin of his. Fucking bastard. Kyle adjusted himself in his pants. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering your phone.”
“I’m busy.” He reached for Laina, but she’d moved to the other side of the table.
“It’s an emergency. I need to talk to you.Now.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
Kyle glared at his brother, but when it was clear the guy would not leave, he glanced in Laina’s direction. “I’m sorry. Please excuse me.”
“It’s fine,” she said, but her voice was clipped.
He crossed to the other side of the pool. “What the hell, Nate. What could you possibly need me for this time of night?”
He snorted. “She is a fine piece of ass, but this is business.”
Kyle bristled. “Do me a favor and leave her out of this. Tell me why you’re here.”
“There’s been a disturbance at the club. One of the picketers made it past security. The police have been called, but we have a few minutes to question the bastard. Maybe find out what they’re planning next.”
He nodded. Eternal Light Ministries had been increasingly aggressive as of late. It was worth a try. “I’ll meet you at the security office in two minutes.”
Thankfully, Nate took off, leaving Kyle alone with Laina. He returned to her at a fast clip, buttoning his shirt. “There’s an emergency at the club. I have to leave. But…go out with me tomorrow, a real date to make up for the one we missed.”
“Not in public. I’m undercover, remember?” she said.
“Leave it to me. I’ll make sure it’s private.” Private, he could do.
“Okay,” she said softly.
He gripped her shoulders and planted a hard kiss on her mouth. And then took off for Hunt Club at a jog.
ChapterSixteen
With Milo by her side, Laina retired to her room, fancying a cold shower and a good book. Goddess, her nipples were still hard, and the ache between her legs was almost painful. Her wolf wanted sex. She wanted sex. The orgasm he’d given her was barely an appetizer. She was wound up tighter than a spring.
With a sigh, she found an extra blanket in the closet and made Milo a bed in the corner of the room. She’d have to ask Gerty to obtain an extra-large dog crate in the morning. The big dog curled up obediently with his head between his paws. Then Laina headed for the bathroom, stripped down, and started the water.
Once under the spray, she started to feel more like herself again. It was probably for the best that Kyle had been called away when he had. Sex with Kyle now would only solidify him as her vice. Her attraction to him was already almost undeniable. If she fucked him, she’d be fully addicted in no time. And the way things were heating up, she would have been hard-pressed to stop that train from leaving the station. It didn’t help that she genuinely liked Kyle, even beyond the physical stuff. He was funny and kind, well educated, and forthright. She’d been relieved that most of what Cameron had shown her about Kyle had turned out to be pure fantasy.
Wrapped in a towel, she was digging a pair of pajamas out of her bag when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She could count on one hand how many people had the number for the phone Silas had given her, and none of them would call her here unless it was an emergency. Bracing herself, she brought the phone to her ear, not even bothering to say hello.
