Her eyes flared, and her hold tightened.
God. He sucked his stomach in. All right. Focus. Reining in control with everything he had, he slowly lifted his hands to her hair. One pinch of the clip, and the colorful waves cascaded down in a fluff of strawberry scent. He inhaled sharply, taking as much of her in as he could.
Gently he cupped the back of her head and leaned in to brush his mouth over hers. She sighed and opened to him, welcoming him.
His body hitched, while his heart rolled. Without a doubt, he’d never again meet a woman like her. He’d never thought to find somebody who belonged next to him, who felt right. Oh, their timing sucked, that was for sure. But he’d take this night. Before everything went to shit again, he’d take this night.
His way. He’d protect her, and he’d keep her whole. No bruises this time.
Yet as she stroked him through his pants, the primitive male at his core bucked, wanting to meet her challenge.
God help them both.
Anya could feel his body vibrate, his cut muscles hold themselves in check as he tried to be gentle. She didn’t want gentle. Not in the slightest.
Kissing him harder, she stroked him beneath his pants, hard and fast.
He grasped her wrist, and she murmured a protest into his mouth. She needed her hands on him. If their plan worked, this might be their last night together.
She wanted all of him, and she’d get it. Gathering courage, pretending she was some sort of femme fatale, she pushed away from him. Well, she did have a gun. That made her somewhat dangerous.
He leaned back against the door, his nostrils flared, his lids heavy over glittering eyes.
She swallowed and took another step back. To maintain control. Not to get out of his reach. Nope. Her chest heaved with her breaths, and her nerves zipped lines through her skin while her knees trembled. Now she knew what a trapped rabbit felt like. The way he looked at her . . . like he could eat her whole.
She was brave, and she could handle him. Gone was the woman who’d let anybody treat her like less than she was. While Heath was trying to protect her, he still wasn’t seeing her strength. It was time to show him she was enough for him. More than enough. Keeping his gaze, she grasped her T-shirt and slowly drew the soft material over her head.
Did he groan? She thought she heard a slight sound.
Gaining courage from that, she slipped her thumbs into her pants and shimmied out of them. Her lace panties went with them, leaving her nude.
Yep. Definitely a groan that time.
She smiled. “So—”
He was on her. Faster than any wolf, he had her up and then on her back on the bed, legs over his shoulders. The first touch of his mouth on her sex wasn’t gentle. Not even close.
Oh God.
His broad shoulders kept her thighs apart, and his fingers did magical things along her labia.
She arched into him, her mind fuzzing. Wait a minute. Hadn’t she been in control? She lifted her head to protest, and he swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Ecstasy sparked through her, and she fell back down. She could control the situation . . . in a minute.
He chuckled against her sex.
She cried out, pushing toward him. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Need burst inside her, clawing with hunger. Only for him. “Heath,” she moaned.
He settled and went at her with teeth, tongue, and fingers. As her need built, as she writhed against him, she could almost feel him becoming calm and more in control. But she couldn’t stop him at the moment. He sucked hard on her thigh, no doubt leaving a mark.Hismark. The thought sent her spiraling a second before his tongue lashed her clit again, throwing her into an orgasm so wild she could only gasp and hang on.
She came down, her body still on fire for him. She rose up onto her elbows, feeling almost drunk. “Nice start.”
He stood, need etched into the lines on his face. Trapping her in place with his gaze, he drew off his shirt.
Man, he was beautiful. The scars only enhanced his wild masculinity.
His jeans hit the floor next, and his penis sprang free. Whoa. She hadn’t been imagining his size. He moved toward her, and she swallowed, holding up a hand.
He paused, his head cocking slightly to the left.
