In Heat (In Heat Shapeshifter Romance Series #1)

by Felicity Heaton

  Her eyes widened again, her smiled disappearing as she struggled to believe that she'd heard him correctly. No one had ever told her she was beautiful. He moved closer, his eyes finally leaving hers, dropping straight to her mouth. Her stomach clenched, flipped. Her heart pounded in her ears. She could feel the kiss coming, shivered with the anticipation of it. His hands tightened around her, drawing her closer still. His head dipped.

  He closed his eyes.

  His mouth was so close to hers that she could feel his breath on it.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips.

  She closed her eyes and the gap between them at the same time. Her whole body buzzed with the thrill of their first touch, and when he began to kiss her, she wanted to melt in his arms and surrender to him like she did in her fantasies. She swept her tongue along his lips and he opened his mouth, claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Heat burned through her, igniting her hunger and turning want into painful need. She kissed him back, burying her fingers into his hair and holding his mouth firmly against hers. She screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the smooth slide of this tongue against hers and the warmth of his mouth. He tasted like champagne.

  Suddenly he was gone and it took her a moment to get her senses together to open her eyes and look at him.

  “There's something you need to know,” he said, his expression becoming a little too serious for her liking.

  Panic loomed in the pit of her stomach but she got control. Nothing was going to spoil this moment.

  “You're not married or engaged are you?” Her brows furrowed and she silently prayed that he wasn't.

  He shook his head and smiled. “No, it's not that. It's—”

  She shook her head, cutting him off. “Then it doesn't matter.”

  She pressed her lips back against his, shutting her eyes the moment they met and losing herself all over again.

  He hooked his hands over her shoulders, his kiss becoming more fervent. Their tongues duelled, fighting for dominance. His leg ground against her, stirring the fire in her belly until she was the one winning in their fight. A shiver bolted through her when he groaned and his hands caught her backside. He rubbed his hips against her and she tensed, her eyes opening when she felt his hard length.

  She broke the kiss and licked her lips, panting hungrily as she stared into his eyes. They were incredibly bright in the low light, staring at her with fierce desire. Her knees wobbled a little, partly because of the alcohol, but mostly because of that look. He really wanted her.

  And damn the world, she wanted him too.

  “People are staring,” Erik said.

  She looked around them at the other couples on the dance floor. Some were indeed staring. She shrugged. It didn't matter.

  Erik took hold of her hand and led her back to the edge of the dance floor. She slipped free of his grasp when they reached it and smiled at him when he looked at her.

  “I'll join you in a minute,” she said, considering what she was about to do and whether it really was a wise move. “I just have to visit the little girls room.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Erik leaned back in the chair in the private room, cock hard and aching, waiting for Kim. He breathed deep, trying to calm himself down and telling himself over and over again that kissing was as far as it went. He had to tell her.

  The voice at the back of his mind reasoned that he'd tried to tell her and she'd told him that it didn't matter, and when she kissed him, he believed her. In his heart, he knew different. It was easy to say that something didn't matter when you didn't know what it was that the other person wanted to tell you. If she knew what he had to say, he was damn sure it would matter.

  The curtain twitched and then parted. Kim appeared, looking a little more flushed than when she'd left him to go to the bathroom. He wondered what she'd been doing in there. His heart was still racing, blood thundering through his veins as she moved towards him, stirring his desire back into life again.

  Before he had a chance to speak, she was sliding into his lap, straddling him but with her backside resting on the table. Her mouth was on his, kissing, tongue probing and exploring his mouth, one moment slowly, the next hungrily. She moaned when his hands cupped her backside, pulling her down onto his lap, and she kissed him harder. His tongue met hers, curling along the length of it and tasting her sweetness. His cock throbbed, begging for her attention, and his mind veered off to remember his dream about her sucking his length.

  He closed his eyes and groaned into her mouth.

  Her hands left his shoulders and she drew back, breaking contact between them. He opened his eyes and watched her fingers, mesmerised as she slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress, revealing her bra-clad breasts to him.

  When his gaze met hers, she smiled shyly, but then dropped her gaze to her breasts before meeting his eyes again. It was an invitation. He was never one to refuse an invitation, especially one like she was extending.

  Her attention flicked to the curtain and the confident look she was wearing faltered for a second before she was kissing him again, her hands on his chest. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck, holding her against him but not close enough that she couldn't continue what she was doing. She was unbuttoning his shirt. The first sweep of her fingers against his bare chest sent raw hunger through him. His hands trailed up her arms to her shoulders, and he drew the straps of her dress down. He sat back in the seat, staring at her breasts and growing painfully hard for her.

  She glanced at the curtain again. He looked there and then back into her eyes.

  “No one will disturb us,” he said in a low voice.

  She seemed to grow bolder on hearing his words and continued to unbutton his shirt until it was completely undone. She spread it wide, her eyes roaming his chest and stomach. He looked down at it, his gaze following her fingers as she traced the shapes of his muscles, lightly teasing his skin with her nails. He sucked in a sharp breath and she smiled. He recognised that look from his dreams. She felt powerful because of the way he reacted to her touch. He was happy to give her power over him. There was nothing as enthralling or arousing as a confident woman.

  Leaning his head back, he saw her look at the curtain again. When she looked back at his chest, he could sense the excitement on her. The idea of being caught doing this with him thrilled her.

  He slipped a hand inside her dress, cupping a breast as his other hand worked to undo more of the buttons. Her eyes were fixed on his again, staring intently into them and making him feel so connected to her that he could almost sense her next move. She bit her lip as he gave her breast a gentle squeeze and rubbed the nipple through the lacy black material with his thumb. Her eyes became hooded, dark. They reflected her hunger for him, showing him everything she was feeling.

  He bit back a purr when her hand slid down and cupped his erection. His brows furrowed and she smiled slightly, small enough that he might have missed it if he hadn't been watching for it. She grew a little more confident and he groaned when she felt along the length of his cock. He rolled his eyes closed when she rubbed it through his trousers, torturing him with the feeling of being close to her, but too far away from any real pleasure.

  She leaned towards him, pressing her breasts into his palm and grazing her cheek against his.

  “I want you,” she whispered into his ear.

  His cock bobbed against her hand.

  “You want me too,” she said with a sly smile as she pulled back.

  “I don't have anything,” he said, aching to be inside her and cursing himself for not having the good sense to be prepared.

  Her smile widened but turned a little nervous. She hitched her dress up and slid her hand into her panties.

  He stared at her when she pulled out shiny foil packets.

  “Little girls room,” she said, her voice trembling now.

  He grabbed her and kissed her hard in an effort to chase away any embarrassment she might have been feeling.

  Kim smil
ed against his mouth, the condoms still firmly gripped in her hand. She wrapped her arms about him, her lips playing with his as their tongues teased each other. This was the right decision. She wanted this, and so did he.

  Running her hands down his bare chest, she pulled back and stared at his body. It was tensing beneath her touch, reacting beautifully to her caress. She traced her fingers down over his stomach muscles to his belt and struggled to keep hold of her confidence as she began to unbuckle it. He sucked his stomach in, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She could feel them shaking and she knew he was nervous too. What did he have to be nervous about? She'd never been with a man who'd felt that way, but a look into his eyes confirmed that he did.

  The belt gave way and she moved to the zip on his trousers. She eased it down, not wanting to spoil this moment by rushing. She wasn't surprised to see he was wearing black underwear. He shifted a little when she had fully unzipped him. Licking her lips, her stomach squirmed with nerves and her heart pounded against her chest as she edged her hand towards him. She breathed hard, arousal and alcohol making her feel dizzy, almost delirious.

  Not brave enough to touch him straight away, she rested her fingertips against his stomach before sliding them lower. Her eyes met his as she turned her hand so it was pointing downwards, palm facing him. She ran it down to his balls, feeling them move fluidly beneath her fingers under the slightest pressure, and then moved her hand along his hard cock. Her eyes half closed and she held her breath as she ran her fingers to the tip of it. Erik's reaction made her feel empowered. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, resting his head against the mirror behind him.

  She looked at him, and her reflection at the same time. Drawing his cock around, she pulled at the waist of his boxers and dropped her gaze there when she freed it. The sight of it made her pussy throb with need and she tensed her muscles, sending a pulse of pleasure to her clit. She could feel the dampness in her knickers.

  She licked her lips again and teased the crown of his cock with a light touch. His hips jerked hungrily towards her and she touched him again, this time stroking her fingers down the length of him and fondling his balls. He groaned low in his throat and opened his eyes, giving her a look that made her feel as though he was begging her to put him out of his misery.

  Sitting back on the table, she put the condoms down and hitched her dress up. His attention was immediately with her, his eyes wide and roaming what little he could see. She firmly seated her feet on either side of his legs and slipped a finger of each hand into her knickers. She raised her backside and drew them down to her thighs. The visible look of hunger and fascination on his face was too good to waste, so she brought her knees together over him and slowly drew her underwear down her legs. Sliding her shoes off, she raised one foot and pressed it against his chest, followed by the other foot.

  He caught hold of her ankles.

  Between her legs, she could see his cock bobbing, a glistening pearl of arousal telling her how much he was enjoying her teasing.

  She leaned forwards, pushing her breasts together with her upper arms as she reached to push her underwear down her legs. Meeting his hands, she gently removed them and drew her feet towards her to remove her underwear. She tossed them onto his chest. They tumbled down and landed on his cock.

  Spreading her legs so her feet were either side of his hips, she reached over and took the panties off his cock, making sure the material brushed lightly against it.

  Erik groaned again, his jaw tensing and his gaze boring into her.

  She straightened up and moved her legs a bit wider apart.

  His fingers curled into fists, his gaze dropping to rest on her exposed pussy.

  He brought his hands up, ghosting them over her thighs and around her backside. He moved her closer to the edge of the table, and then pressed one hand against her chest. She took the hint, leaning back and splaying her hands out behind her for support. Nerves threatened to overtake her again as he peeled back her dress, his attention fixed on her curly mound.

  Her gaze flickered to the curtain and she thought about all the people out there. Anyone could walk in on them. A thrill ran through her and she gave herself over to it. Her eyes closed the moment Erik ran a fingertip lightly over the inside of her left thigh. She leaned her head back and focused on his touch, trying to guess where he was going next and wishing it would be where she wanted.

  He grazed her other thigh, a little more pressure this time. She moaned, quietly at first, but then a bit louder, telling herself to let go and surrender to her desire.

  “Look at me,” Erik said.

  She opened her eyes, not even hesitating.

  She gasped and tensed when his finger brushed down her pussy lips, tickling her.

  “I want you,” he said and then smiled. “You want me to?”

  She smiled at the way he'd turned her earlier statement into a question. She nodded and then screwed her eyes shut when he slipped two fingers between her lips and slid them down from her clit to her entrance. He brought them back up, slick with her arousal, and circled her clit.

  Damn she was wet and ready for him. The feel of his fingers on her was going to become too much to bear too quickly.

  Her eyes opened and she stared hungrily at his cock. Shifting forwards, she leaned over and ran her hand around it. She moved it slowly up and down, gripping it gently so she didn't bring him too close to the edge. He frowned, his eyes darkening as he looked at her, his fingers still exploring her.

  Picking a condom up, she held it between two fingers, her eyes daring him to take it, and take her.

  He snatched it from her and tore it open. Her heart was racing again and it was then that it hit her that it was really happening. She impatiently watched him rolling the condom onto his cock. She wanted him inside her already.

  She was going to have sex with Erik.

  Her fantasies were about to come true.

  She jumped when he grabbed hold of her waist, lifting her and moving her across to sit on the back of the bench seat. Her back pressed against the cool mirror and she shivered.

  He moved between her legs, kneeling on the seat with his trousers falling down around his knees and pushed her dress up. She looked over his shoulder at the mirror and smiled at the sight of his tensed backside, and then her eyes widened when she saw herself.

  She was going to watch him fucking her.

  Her clit throbbed again and liquid heat filled her.

  Looking into Erik's eyes, she could see he was waiting for her. She spread her legs more and put her arms about his neck, hoping it would be all the encouragement he needed. He moved forwards and she stiffened when his arm brushed against her inner thigh and the head of his cock touched her clit.

  He smiled at her.

  She smiled back.

  Her smile was replaced with a sigh when he slid inside her, filling her up and pleasantly stretching her. She kept her eyes locked with his as he muttered something and she swore he'd said ‘twenty-seven years'. She told herself she was imagining it and it was easy to forget once he moved inside her. All thought and reason left her, pushed away by the intense desire and need burning inside of her. He pulled almost all of the way out, and then slid back in again.

  As his tempo increased, she moved forwards as much as she could on the seat to get into a better position for them both, and kissed him. He groaned into her mouth and she lowered one hand to his backside, digging her fingernails in as the pace of his thrusts doubled.

  He roughly kissed her throat and collarbone, and she clung to him, begging him to go faster and moaning breathily into his ear when he complied. His hands grasped her thighs, holding her painfully tight and she slammed against the mirror behind her with each of his thrusts. The feeling of his cock pounding into her drove her senseless and she couldn't help feeling the eroticism of what they were doing when she opened her eyes and watched them in the mirror.

  It was raw and primal, desperate coupling, and far from a romanti
c first time. He buried his face in her neck, kissing it and breathing hard against it as he took her. She brought her leg up, wrapping it around him and tightening her grip on him. She wanted it harder, rougher.

  “More,” she moaned into his ear, her other hand burying itself in his hair and holding him against her neck.

  He groaned against her throat, sliding into her with long, deep thrusts. She stared at them in the mirror, fascinated with how they looked—consumed by need and desire, surrendering to it completely.

  His fingers tensed against her flesh and she furrowed her brows when she felt his cock throbbing inside her, pulsing as he came. He breathed heavily against her, his chest pressing hard against hers as he struggled for breath. She wrapped herself around him and was surprised when he laughed in her ear.

  “That was one hell of a bad first impression,” he said, drawing back but remaining inside of her.

  She moaned and pressed her back into the glass behind her when his fingers teased her clit, squeezing it and circling. She tensed her muscles, feeling his cock still inside her, and focused on the movement of his fingers against her.

  Her stomach tensed, her whole body following it as he teased her, making her tighter and tighter until she felt as though she was going to burst. His name tumbled from her lips, interspersed with whispered begs for more. Writhing against his fingers, her breathing came faster and faster until she was racing towards completion and one single flick of his finger would send her over.

  He squeezed her clit.

  Her muscles contracted around his softened cock, pulsing with her orgasm as it warmed her through. She breathed hard and tried to smile at Erik. He pulled out of her, removing the condom and tying it up.

  “It'll be better,” he said.

  She smiled now, amused that he cared.

  Grabbing his shirt, she yanked him against her and kissed him passionately, showing him that she hadn't been disappointed like he clearly thought she was.

  Leaning back, she looked into his eyes for a few seconds, absorbing the look he was giving her and trying to understand it.