She had ditched the beanie and mittens and wore a tight black tank top with the edges of a gray lace bra teasing at her cleavage. She wore a pair of dark sunglasses, and red lipstick. Her straight, black hair lifted slightly in the breeze as she came to stand at the curb. She held a black canvas bag with black leather handles. It hung in front of her long legs, clad in tight black jeans with little rips at the knees. She’d changed shoes. Now, she wore thick soled black boots with three-inch wedge heels, and fur lining at the sock line. They made her legs look like they should be wrapped around his hips.
He couldn’t help his smile.
He knew why she was here.
Good girl.
He tipped his head toward his cabin, and she offered him a feline smile, nodded once and strode toward his den.
Oh, he wanted to do filthy things to her.
Go on pretty kitty, put your scent all over my den.
“It was really nice to meet you,” Edgar said. “Thank you for taking us out.”
“My pleasure,” Cam said distractedly, shaking his hand.
The next few minutes were taken up with saying goodbye to the last tour and doing the welcome speech and lesson for the next tour.
He opened up the check-in cabin so a couple of them could use the restroom. Yeah, he’d lied about having a bathroom earlier. He’d thought Moira was rude and hadn’t earned his effort unlocking it. He excused himself, saying he needed to goget something from his cabin real fast. He couldn’t go out for a two-hour tour without touching her.
Cam jogged to his cabin and didn’t even bother kicking off his boots before he yanked open the door and stormed inside.
She was sitting on the couch formally, her bag sitting beside her.
She stood and opened her arms just in time for him to crash into her. He yanked her legs up around him and drove her straight to the wall near the fireplace. The little moan in her throat as he kissed her and ground against her hips created a fire inside of him. He needed her.
“Fuck I want it,” he whispered.
She bit his bottom lip and held it there in her teeth, her sharp canines stinging. She smiled and released him from her bite. “I don’t care about meeting your people.”
A dark chuckle took him as he eased her feet back onto the ground. He ground his hips against her so she could feel how much she excited him. It was his promise of what he was going to do to her. “I can make your head go quiet.”
“Fuck Valentine’s Day,” she whispered.
“Fuck dates,” he murmured, sliding her wrist up the wall above her head and dipping his kisses to her neck.
“Fuck the lovey stuff.”
He cupped her sex and massaged gently, then touched his chin to hers as she arched her back against the wall and rolled her eyes closed. He loved the way she tasted. He loved her scent. Loved the way her body responded to him.
The sound of ATVs starting pulled at his attention. His tour was ready, and this was a liability.
He pressed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. God, he loved this. She was petite against him, but already she was clawing her nails into his back. He slidhis hand to her throat and angled her face to the side, settled his lips near her ear. “Wait here for me.”
“What if I just leave?”
“My body will be devastated.”
“Mmm,” she moaned through a wicked smile. “I brought food. Fuck me well and I’ll feed you.”
A dark chuckle took his chest, and he pushed off her with purpose. God, she was driving him insane. “You’re going to be fun, aren’t you little kitty?” he asked, backing away slowly.
“We shall see.”
“I want your number. I want you to send me pictures of yourself all over this den.”
“You have my number,” she said, her eyes a frost blue around those elongated pupils.
