“No, a regular pack member.”
“Just her? No mate?”
“That’s one of the reasons she wants to get out of her comfort zone, explore more of the world. She hasn’t met her mate yet.”
“How long have you known her?” he asked.
“Oh, wow, about ten years I guess. We became friends pretty quickly. It’s hard to imagine her not in my life, but I think both of us still would have made this change without the other. Especially in this day and age, with being able to see each other when we phone, and texting, all that.”
“Hm, that reminds me. Any of those books you’ve narrated have sex scenes?”
She laughed. And laughed. And didn’t answer the question.
As they got closer and closer to their destination, he found himself, strangely enough, relaxing more and more. At the start of the drive, he’d have figured he’d be ready to throw the car in park and have his way with her. Instead, he was planning all the things he might do to her. Starting with the hood of the car. No, that would be too hot after the long drive. Maybe there would be a porch rail he could bend her over. No, he didn’t know the area, hadn’t scouted it. Too dangerous to be distracted outside. He’d get her inside, secure the door, and then he’d start.
Things didn’t go exactly as planned because at the last minute, when he closed the car door, he remembered they had bags. He tossed the key that Hillary had given him to Myra and grabbed their bags from the back. By the time he reached the door, she’d opened it, stepped inside and turned on the light. Perfect, he was able to see as he set their bags by the door, made sure it was locked, then turned to her.
Her look was open invitation and wanton heat. Oh yeah, she was ready for him, and he was back on plan. He stepped to her, smiling when she reached for him, but not stopping until he had her pressed against a wall. She scrabbled at his shirt, but he just cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. She stilled, everything but her lips, which opened for him. He caressed her cheekbones with his thumbs while tasting her, exploring her.
She sighed, her body melting into him. He moved one hand to the nape of her neck, used that thumb to tease the edge of her jaw, pressed his leg between hers. She whimpered and got her hands moving again, trying to work his shirt up without his cooperation. He nipped her lip, nibbled his way to her ear, sucked in the lobe. She gasped, her hands stilling on his waist for just a moment, before resuming with renewed vigor.
He pushed his thigh into her, letting her rub her clit against him. She managed to get his shirt up to his armpits, so he relented and pulled back enough for her to push it over his head. He flexed his thigh and she dropped her head against the wall with a moan. He really liked her sounds. He wanted more of them. More of her. He pulled her into another kiss, but slipped one hand down her back to tease the waistband of her skirt.
She was moving on him now, grinding against his leg, her hands gripping his sides tightly. He slid his hand down her cheek and grazed her neck lightly. She shivered against him, then gasped when he made it down to her breast. He palmed her through her shirt, letting his hand warm her until she was moaning with need. Then he gave a squeeze, at the same time pressing his thigh more firmly into her. She ripped her mouth from his and came with a short cry.
Music to his ears.
Adam unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her, pulled her into his arms and walked her toward the stairs while she was still recovering. His dick felt like an iron rod, but he was determined to have a bit more fun with her before he really let loose.
He eyed the stairs. Carpet. Excellent.
“How you feeling, baby?” he asked.
She blinked up at him, gave him a slow, happy grin, palmed his pecs.
He chuckled, slid one hand into her hair, gave a light tug. Her eyes went to half-mast and her nails dug in deep. He used his hand in her hair to turn her to the stairs. “Up you go, two steps.”
She tried to turn her head to look at him, but he didn’t let her. He kind of wished he could see her face, but he had plans. When she’d gone up two steps, he stopped her, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, “Now get on your knees.”
Her sharp intake of breath and the smell of fresh cream from her body made up for missing the expression on her face. She placed her knees on the step, careful to pull her skirt free first, then leaned forward when he urged her to. He let go when she’d rested her arms along another step and turned to look back at him. The lust in her eyes was surely mirrored in his own, but he didn’t look for long, instead focusing his attention on the sweet ass displayed for him.
His palms ran over the cotton of her skirt, shaped the perfect globes. Perfect forhim. He massaged until she began to wiggle then he bent forward and bit her through the cloth.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
“Mmm.”
He put his hands on her ankles and ran them up her legs, drawing her skirt up to her waist. He laid it over the small of her back and enjoyed the site of the lacy green underpants. Then he ripped them off.
“Oh my god!”
“Just me, baby.”
She barked out a laugh, looked at him again over her shoulder. “Pleasefuck me now.” She widened her knees farther along the step to make sure he fully understood the idea.
He smiled at her, slid a finger into her slick channel. Drew it out and tasted it.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. “Adam,” she begged, a whisper this time. But he heard her.
