She pointed at the beast in his pants. “I’m here for that.”
“I’ll get us a room,” he said, grinning.
He left the truck and she leaned over to watch him walk to the check-in area with that monster stiffie. He didn’t try to hide it, just crossed the parking lot with it preceding him. He opened the door and sauntered in, giving the woman behind the front desk an eyeful.
Sage checked the back seat and found a Chicago Cubs baseball cap. She grabbed it and pulled it low over her face. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this, and shecould not fucking waituntil they got into that room. Her body felt like a drawn bowstring, on the verge of release. It had been two years since a male had touched her and she was ready to be touched, especially by Canyon Wheeling. She’d dreamed of this day, she’d imagined this day—but she’d never thought this day would happen.
Within a few minutes, he was on his way back, and he no longer looked like he was smuggling a wallaby in his pants.She’d fix that.He met her eyes and held up a key card and winked at her and a warm flush spread through her. He strode to her door and opened it. She twisted her legs to get out but he slid between them and pressed against her, his hands gripping her alongside her jeans-clad knees.
He took the cap off her head and turned it backwards, then put it back on her head, then ran his hands from her knees to her thighs, pulling her against him.
“I see you found my cap,” he said. “You got a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Husband?”
“What?! No!”
“You don’t want to be seen with a cop?”
“Something like that.”
He stared at her for several moments, almost as if trying to read her mind, then he leaned forward without warning and kissed her. Just like that, she was lost. She had no thoughts, no sense of self, just swirling bliss in her being. His body pressed at the tender flesh between her legs, setting off sparks, igniting a flame.
He broke the kiss and looked deep in her eyes. “Sexy as hell,” he whispered, then stepped back and held his hand out to help her out of the truck and lead her into the building. She fell into step with him easily, turning the hat back around forward and pulling it low, slinging her purse over her shoulder. She held his hand and curled her other hand around his bicep, pressing her body into him, away from a couple walking by. They made it to the elevator and the doors opened right away. The elevator was empty and they stepped inside. Canyonpressed the button, then leaned against the wall, pulling her against him.
Sage took off the baseball cap. Canyon took it from her and stuck it in his back pocket, then snaked his hands around her waist again.
“I got the Penthouse,” he said.
She was impressed. “Dang officer, I would’ve let you bend me over your patrol car in the parking lot.”
He laughed out loud. “Really?”
She shook her head. “No. And if the Penthouse isn't fucking amazing, I might still run.”
He grinned. “Then I’ll chase you.”
She eyed him, feeling both turned on and terrified. What the fuck was she doing?
He grasped her hips and pulled her against his pants-beast. She ground against him, suddenly remembering that she was scratching an itch she’d had for many years.
He groaned and one of his hands slid up to her nape, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She kissed him back, officially lost, running her hands over his chest, then his shoulders, then his muscular back and firm ass.
He broke the kiss and she sagged into the wall, realizing they’d reached the top floor, the doors had opened, and were closing again. Canyon stuck his hand in between, then gestured. “After you.”
The hallway was private, empty of people, with only an exit door and the door to the suite.
Sage stepped out of the elevator into the quiet hallway and found herself alone with the wolf.
Finally.
66—Alone with the Wolf
Canyon had her in his grasp before she took even one step. He pressed her into the wall, his hands on her hips, his lips hovering over hers.
“Now what?” he rasped.
