Chapter Four
As Blake watched me,I scrambled off the other side of the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
"What have I done?" I prodded, my hands going to the hem of my sweater and yanking it over my head.
His only answer was to tug his boots and socks off his feet, but his eyes latched onto my breasts and his jaw clenched tightly.
"Answer me, Blake," I demanded, my fingers going to the button of my jeans.
His gaze went to where my hands were toying with my waistband. "You ran from me, sugar. You never run from a wolf."
I smiled at him and I knew it was sly. I made quick work of stripping off my jeans before I replied, "I know."
That got his attention. In the act of removing his t-shirt, he froze and looked at my face, his eyes narrowing. "You know?"
"Mm-hm," I hummed, nodding my head.
My mind was no longer on trying to make him lose control. Instead I was entranced with the play of muscles in his chest and abdomen as he yanked the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Even in the dim room, I could tell his body was beautiful. I was tempted to tell him to turn the light on just so I could look. Maybe later.
"How?" he asked as he unbuckled his belt.
My mouth watered as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans but didn't remove them. Instead he let them hang precariously from his hips.
"Candela, how did you know?"
My eyes flicked back up to his. "A girlfriend of mine used to date a werewolf. She might have mentioned it one night after I got her wasted."
I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I could practically feel his amusement from across the room.
Sensing that he was beginning to calm down, I decided it was time to get things back on track. I twisted my arms back and unclasped my bra. The straps slid off my shoulders and I dropped it at my feet. As a werewolf, his eyesight was a lot better than mine, so I knew he could see me in the darkness. I heard him snarl softly and felt my nipples tighten in response.
Blake shoved at his jeans. I swallowed hard as I heard the whisper of denim against his skin before his belt buckle cracked against the wood floor.
"Come here," he demanded softly.
I shook my head.
My name was a growl when he spoke. "Candy, comehere."
"No."
I started edging away from the bed, my blood singing with the thrill of the coming chase. I was so sick of doing everything I was told, of always dating the same type of man. What I was doing felt dangerous and anything but boring.
I felt more alive than I ever had before.
Blake's body didn't move, but his emotions swelled to fill the room. Excitement, lust, and a hint of anger, probably because I hadn't done as he said.
Without warning, I took off toward what I guessed was the bathroom door. I knew I wouldn't make it, but that wasn't the point. I knew Blake was enjoying this as much as I was.
I didn't make it three steps before he was on me. I gasped as he lifted me off my feet, turning us toward the bed. We hit the mattress with my body beneath his but he controlled the fall.
As he dropped his body on top of mine, I moaned. His naked skin was incredibly hot against my cool flesh. My arms wrapped around his back and my palms tingled as they stroked the thick muscles on each side of his spine.
Blake was kissing me fiercely, his tongue dueling with mine and his teeth nipping at my lips. It wasn't even a kiss. It was a conquering.
I lifted my legs so that my thighs locked with his and his hips fell between them. He ground his hard cock against me, rubbing and sliding against the satin of my underwear, right over my clit, and I moaned at the sensation.
Blake tore his mouth from mine, nibbling and sucking at my neck as his lips trailed downward. My hands moved from his back to his shoulders and chest, touching him everywhere I could reach.
