He sat at the edge of the bed letting his jeans fall to the floor, where they pooled at his ankles, and I salivated. Good thing he couldn’t tell, because I was digging the power trip. He moved toward the edge of the bed. His pupils were dilated, apparent even in the light of the nearly-full moon.
I wriggled out of my own well-worn jeans slowly, so slowly that I knew I was driving him nuts. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed away from guys this past year. This was fun, and we hadn’t even gotten to the really good part yet. His mouth twitched and I couldn’t help but grin wickedly. I had him now, and I wasn’t letting go.
My fingertips slipped beneath the lip of my lacy panties sliding underneath, licking my lips as I went. His gaze trailed every one of my movements now as he licked his lips too, though I didn’t think he realized it.
Holy hell, his naked body was glorious. His boxers abruptly disappeared and he stood there at the foot of my bed, bare-assed and standing at attention. I think he’d forgotten about everything in the world but me. He watched every move I made as I slowly undressed myself. My nipples turned to hard stone and poked through the thin fabric of my top. No amount of lace could hold them back.
“See anything you like?” I mocked, and grinned wickedly. Never let it be said that Evie Black had lost her touch. I had this wolf wrapped around my finger, the one I crooked at him now and beckoned.
He pushed the last of his pants off with his feet and was back on the bed in seconds. The moment his weight covered me, I lost my breath, and I probably wouldn’t regain it until we were finished.
He pressed his hardness against the scrap of fabric between my legs, and I wanted it gone with feverish desperation. I tried to pull off my shirt and slide off my bra, but he had me pinned again, and the look in his eyes gleamed with ferocity.
Oh. Damn.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re mine now. Game over,” he rumbled against my neck.
His words sent a shiver through me that had little to do with the pooled desire soaking my thong, and everything to do with one of those weird feelings that witches get and learn never to ignore. But I was hell bent on ignoring it all right then, especially since I wasn’t a proper witch anyway, only a dud born to a powerful bloodline, with a few miniscule powers at my disposal.
If anyone could whisk me away to oblivion, it was him, I didn’t need a damn shiver to tell me that.
The game I was playing might be over, but the fun was only just beginning.
He brushed strong fingers across the nipples straining through my shirt as I squirmed, and a moan escaped me. “Take it off,” I breathed.
“Oh no, not yet,” he growled.
Freaking masochist.
He lowered his head and tweaked one of my nipples with his teeth. I cried out. Then he rubbed at the other one with his hand, and the fabric between us somehow accentuated the sensations, instead of dulling them.
His groin pushed harder against me, and when I growled he fisted my hair gently, bringing his lips to meet my own. I wrapped my tongue around his, insistent, taking what I wanted while he continued to flick my nipple as if he knew that was my Achilles’ heel.
Finally, he pulled back and slid my stupid useless shirt over my head. I squirmed to get my shoulders out from under him so he could pull it off all the way.
“So impatient,” he clucked, and I growled harder.
“Take the damn thing off,” I snapped.
I was getting laid in the next three minutes, or I’d kill someone. Probably him.
He hesitated, as if debating whether to draw it out anymore. In the end, I think the fire in my eyes was enough to send his own desperation into overdrive. His hands tugged my shirt off so fast that stitches in the seam tore.
It was one of my favorite shirts, and still, you guessed it, I didn’t give a flying fuck.
His hands gently squeezed my C-cups together before he ran his tongue back and forth across both of my nipples. Back and forth, back and forth.Fuck!His saliva soaked through the lace and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I really couldn’t. I was about to combust.
“Off. Now. All of it,” I panted, and this time he didn’t pause.
He didn’t play.
With swift and efficient movements, my panties were torn from my waist.
This is movie sex. I’m having movie sex with a werewolf.
The night was cold, and the breeze wafting through the open window should have chilled me, but I was burning, possibly literally. Before I could draw a shaky breath, he positioned his hardness right where I wanted it. Hell, who was I kidding? Where Ineededit.
