What was it that my father had told Saint about Lily? Claim her.
Even my mother had sensed the woman was special. Yes, it was like my mother had eyes in the back of her head, her perceptive skills wildly accurate, but inviting Christine to dinner? That was a little over the top.
Yeah, that wasn’t how humans handled their mating process and I certainly wasn’t in the market for one. But let the good timesroll. Right. I lunged in the opposite direction, almost catching her.
Laughing, she scooted away, narrowly avoiding being caught by me.
“So are you always a quick study?” she asked.
“Always.”
“I guess I’ll need to keep that in mind.”
“Do you have something you need to teach me?”
She had a way of undressing a man with her eyes that had nothing to do with whether I was wearing clothes. The look in her eyes was almost as possessive as the way I’d felt earlier and when she dragged her tongue around her mouth, my aching cock slammed against the table.
“Watch out or you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I can handle a little pain.” I zigged while she zagged. What I found fascinating was that my wolf was still right there, just below the surface and if she was able to tell, she certainly wasn’t letting on.
She wasn’t a puck bunny since she believed hockey players were Neanderthals and while we hadn’t discussed shifters, my instinct told me she would have thought the conversation either boring or ridiculous.
Her laughter continuing, her agility would soon to be the death of me.
The table was just large enough that we could do this all night long should she decide to. And it would appear she enjoyed yanking my chain.
Maybe that’s why out of frustration I threw myself over the table, my body arced high enough I easily missed hitting the chairs.
I’d done so without thinking and I accomplished my task, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me and off the floor.
Stunned, she did little more than grip my arm. A fleeting thought that she planned on pulling away drifted into my mind. If she thought that was going to happen, she had another thing coming.
“Wow. That was… Do you have any other hidden talents?” she asked, still breathless.
“I’m certain I can think of one or two.” My patience at the bottom of the barrel, I pushed her over the edge of the table where she immediately planted her hands on the surface, pushing up.
“Then please show me.”
“Another challenge, fairy princess?”
As she looked over her shoulder, the smile she offered could light up an entire city. How in the hell did she manage to do that? Maybe coming to Tampa wasn’t that bad after all.
“You better believe it. Go for it.” As if to tease me, she ground her hips back and forth.
Dear God, how could a woman be so luscious, her voluptuous body keeping me in a constant state of arousal? “Be careful what you ask for.” I wasn’t immune to taunting a beautiful woman and I did so by rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the length of her slickened pussy.
She was wet from her climax, so much so the insides of her thighs were coated. Her scent was about to drive me insane.
“Maybe I’m not asking,” she purred in tone that screamed of seduction.
“I guess I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t heed to the lady’s wishes. Now, would I?” When I pushed half the length of my cock into her wetness, her entire body shuddered.
“Who told you that you were a gentleman?” Her eyes were closed, her long lashes skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks keeping me enthralled.
“You’re right. No one.” Just to prove a point, I cracked my hand on her backside using just enough force she yelped. “But there’s always a first time.”
Her moan was spectacular, calling to the beast from deep within. Thankfully, I was in full control of my mind and my body, able to drive the remainder of my dick into her tight channel without feeling the need to shift.
