Thereshouldprobablybealawagainstamanbeingsogoodatmakingawomanscreaminpleasure.
“Amazing, huh?” Xander’s voice was a deep rumble. “Yeah, I’d go along with that assessment.”
She pushed herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. “Why did it take us so long to get to this place?”
Xander grimaced. “I don’t know. I’m sorry I was such a jackass. I thought keeping you at a distance was the right thing to do. I’m your supervisor and you’d just come out of a bad workplace romance. To be honest, the things you made me feel were so powerful, they scared the hell out of me. But I swear, I never intended to hurt you.”
She pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him. “That’s behind us now. It was a tough wall for both of us to get over, but we’re on the other side now and that’s all that matters. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t exactly know how to deal with the things you were making me feel either.”
Khaki slid her finger off his lips, down his neck, then across his chest and stomach, snuggling against him again. The sex in the bedroom had quite possibly been the best she’d ever had. But then Xander had dragged her out to the living room, reminding her that the night was just getting started. That’s when she’d gotten her first inkling of how much stamina a werewolf possessed. And speaking of werewolf abilities she hadn’t known anything about, it turned out that she had a few herself. One of those happened to be flexibility, as she’d discovered when Xander had bent her over the back of the couch in a few ways that she hadn’t thought were possible. Even now, she shivered when she thought how hard she’d come while he pounded into her from behind. And from the side. And the front. And upside down too, if she remembered right.
Her gaze wandered from the torn couch cushions to the broken chair beside the kitchen table. She didn’t remember how the chair had ended up that way, but she definitely remembered riding Xander while he’d been stretched out across the top of her heavy wood-and-tile dining room table. She’d set a nice, slow pace while he laid back and enjoyed the view. She’d done things to her own body on that table she’d never done in front of another man, and it had been the hottest thing ever. Xander must have thought so too. He’d come so hard he left claw marks in the wood.
But the best part of the night had happened right here on her living room floor. That was where Xander had proved to her that sex didn’t have to be hard and vigorous to be great. Riding comfortably between her thighs with slow, measured thrusts, the climax he’d drawn out of her had been the longest, most powerful thing she’d ever experienced.
As hard as it was to believe, thinking about all that amazing sex was starting to get her hot again. After all the orgasms she’d had, she should have been good for a month. Any other time, she would have been.
But that was before she’d become a werewolf. And before meeting Xander.
Khaki was toying with the notion of wiggling down his perfect body to see what she could do to encourage him into going one more round when something suddenly occurred to her.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“What?” Xander mumbled in a sleepy voice.
She pushed herself up on her elbow again, trying to get a look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. It was still dark outside, but it had to be getting close to sunrise.
“What’s wrong?” Xander asked.
She bit her lip, turning back to look at him. They’d both made the conscious decision last night to give in to the undeniable attraction that existed between them and sleep together, but that didn’t mean he was ready to throw away his career. Neither was she.
“My car is still at the compound,” she said. “We need to get there before anyone else gets into work, or they’ll know exactly what happened last night.”
“Shit, you’re right. I didn’t even think of that.” He sat up, giving her a hard kiss on the lips. “I blame that completely on you, of course.”
She laughed. “I thought I was pretty good, but thanks for confirming it.”
Khaki stood up and walked into the kitchen to check the clock. Behind her Xander mumbled something incoherent and thumped back down on the floor. “God, Khaki, what did you do to me? I’m so tired I can’t even stand up.”
Her eyes went wide when she saw the time. She knew they’d been going at it for a while, but four hours?
“Well, you better get it together,” she called to Xander. “It’s already four fifteen. If we’re going to beat everyone else in, we need to be at the compound in an hour.”
She turned and went back into the living room to find Xander still lying where she’d left him. He looked so damn yummy, it almost made her resolve crumble. And the scent he was putting off? In-freaking-credible. If they’d had the time, she would have been over there rubbing up against him like a puppy.
He opened his eyes and looked at her sharply. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop smelling like you’re thinking about walking over here and eating me. If you actually want us to make it to work on time, that is.”
She already knew Xander could smell her arousal, but she didn’t realize her body transmitted her desires so immediately. She was going to have to remember that.
Khaki took a deep breath and tried to think of something else besides jumping Xander’s bones. The only thing that kept popping into her head was the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. HerGhostbustersmemory must have worked because Xander’s eyes went back to their usual brown.
“We need to shower,” he said as he got to his feet. “And I mean really shower. We have to get our scents off each other or every guy on the team is going to know what we’ve been up to.”
She hadn’t even thought of that. “Do you think showering will help? Is it crazy to think we can hide the fact that we’re sleeping together from a pack of werewolves who can smell the slightest trace of scent? What if we slip up and forget to wash behind our ears?”
