He considered that. “Agreed. But what if we—you and I—could be something special, too?” When she didn’t say anything, he added, “I’m as worried as you are that this could all blow up in our faces, but I’m being honest when I say I’ve never met anyone like you. When it comes to being with you, I find myself wanting to take the risk.”
At his words, goose bumps spread across her skin, and it was all she could do to keep herself from shivering. It was like he could read her mind.
She wet her lips. “So, how do we do this?”
He chuckled. “There’s no rush. We could wait until we get back to DC and go out for dinner or something? You know, have a real date.”
Jes liked that idea. It would be cool to meet Zoe and Chloe in person—after spending some time alone with Jake, of course. But then she remembered what Harley said about having no idea if they’d even get through tomorrow after going up against Darby and his crew.
Taking a deep breath, she got up and walked over to the bed. Though whether it was to climb on his lap or sit beside him, she wasn’t sure because Jake stood as well. She didn’t know which one of them moved into the other’s arms first, but the next thing she knew, his lips were on hers.
The kiss last night had been enough to curl her toes, but when Jake’s hands slid up her back and into her hair, and he locked her mouth against his, Jes realized she was going to need a new description for what she was feeling right now. Euphoric…drugged…orgasmic? That last one seemed the most apropos, since she was damn close to having a…lipgasm? She wasn’t sure if that was even a thing, but with Jake kissing her like this, she thought she just might find out.
As his mouth explored hers, she could feel every inch of his body against her own. The shorts he wore did nothing to hide how aroused he was, his hard-on pressing insistently against her, making it hard to think about anything other than having him inside her.
Suddenly, Jes first felt his fangs scrape along the sides of her tongue. It was so jarring—and sharp—she couldn’t help but pull away.
Jake looked confused for a moment, but that expression was quickly replaced with one of understanding…then disappointment. When his hands slid from her hair and he took a step back, it felt like Jes’s heart and soul were being ripped out of her body. She stopped thinking then and threw herself into his arms again. Their lips came together, and she kissed him hard and fierce, trying to make up for what she’d just done.
He swung her up in his arms, crossing the room in two long strides, then setting her down on her feet and pressing her back against the wall. She kicked off her sandals and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back. Groaning, he slid his hands down to cup her butt, holding her firm as his tongue got to know every inch of hers.
His thick, hard cock pressed against her softness, and it felt so glorious she wanted him to take her right there where they were standing. She felt his fangs against her tongue again…careful…tentative. She got a grip on his hair, yanking him close and kissing him harder, letting her tongue tease across those razor-sharp teeth, moaning as he trembled under her touch.
When the need for oxygen finally forced them apart for a second, Jes caught his scruff-covered jaw, locking eyes with him. “I didn’t mean to pull away like that before. I would never do that to you. It’s just that I’ve never kissed a guy with fangs and it kind of took me by surprise. You’re going to have to give me a chance to figure this all out, okay?”
Jake grinned and nodded before going back to kissing her, still holding her against the wall like it was nothing. As their lips teased and tempted each other, Jes ran her hands down his shoulders to his triceps, loving the feel of the muscles tensing and flexing there.
“How long do you think everyone will be gone?” Jake whispered.
His lips moved teasingly across the curve of her ear, then glided lower, making tingles chase back and forth all over her skin. When she felt the tip of one sharp fang drag across the sensitive skin of her neck, she thought she might melt.
Was it weird to hope he might bite her…just a little?
“Long enough,” she told him breathlessly. “Harley and Misty have a good idea what the deal is, so they’ll keep Caleb and Forrest occupied for a few hours at least.”
“Good.”
Getting their clothes off was more complex than it should have been because Jake still had her pressed against the wall and Jes still had her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Jake got his T-shirt off first, ripping it over his head like he couldn’t get it off fast enough. Jes was all ready to go to town on the parts of his chest she could reach with her mouth, but he took a step back to slide his hands under the hem of her top. His claws were peeking out, and she had no doubt the flower-print top with its fluttery sleeves was going to be totally ruined.
But she didn’t care.
Instead, she clamped her legs around him tightly and held on for dear life, letting him work. She’d always liked watching people open their presents at Christmas and with the way Jake was removing her shirt, then her bra, it kind of felt the same way.
He pressed her back against the wall again, her legs around his hips and the friction of the wall the only thing holding her up, taking a few minutes to have his way with her breasts. Surprisingly, she was more okay with the idea of fangs near her nipples than she would have thought. Maybe deciding to be with a werewolf pushed her further along the wild-and-kinky scale than she probably would have ever traveled on her own.
Or maybe she simply trusted him.
The sensation of his warm mouth closing around one of her nipples had her moaning and squirming as he suckled and nibbled, his big hands coming up at the same time to cup and massage those parts of her breasts that his mouth couldn’t cover. Wow, he had big hands.
After he teased and tantalized her nipples until she pretty much turned into a pleasured puddle of goo, Jake turned his attention to the buttons on her jeans, apparently planning to take them off while she was still wrapped around him like a tree sloth with dependency issues.
Jes lowered her feet to the floor—for safety’s sake if nothing else—as Jake got the buttons undone and started working her jeans over her hips.
Everything stopped then as she stood there in front of Jake in nothing but her extremely practical cotton underwear. Bikini cut, they weren’t exactly granny panties, but she felt a little mortified anyway. Maybe she should have looked around that pharmacy they’d stopped at for condoms after leaving the café for some sexy lingerie. Nah, they probably didn’t sell stuff like that.
But then she caught the look of total awe on Jake’s face and decided maybe her serviceable panties weren’t as bad as she’d thought.
