by Krista Wolf
“Because I opened the window,” Eric said, pointing.
Melody took a long, deep, shuddering breath. She pulled him inside, closed the door, and tested the knob to make sure it was locked.
“I’m sleeping here tonight,” she said firmly. “With you.”
Eric smirked back at her. “Alllllright.”
She pouted at him. He didn’t believe her.
“Eric, I saw what I saw!”
“Okay, okay,” he said. His voice was soothing, but not placating. “I believe you.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” he said, sliding his arms around her. She responded by melting into him. Very slowly, he began stroking her hair. “After all the creepy shit we saw at dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Believing you isn’t that big a stretch, really.”
Melody sighed contentedly against his chest. Being held in his arms — especially after what she’d just been through — felt overwhelmingly awesome. Like sinking into a hot tub after a long day of skiing with no clothes on.
It was right then she realized she was just about naked.
“I.. Uh…”
“Don’t have much to sleep in?” Eric laughed.
“No,” she grinned.
“That’s okay,” he said. “Me neither.”
She looked down at him. Eric wore a pair of boxers, and nothing else. His shoulders and arms were well-defined, corded with muscle just beneath the smoothness of his skin. His wide chest tapered down to his flat stomach; two rows of chiseled abs that were cut deeply enough to form a ‘V’ at the bottom. It was a ‘V’ that Melody had always loved. One that usually pointed downward toward… other things.
“C’mon,” Eric said reassuringly. “Let’s get into bed.”
With the window thrown wide the room was cool, almost chilly even. But beneath the sheets…
Beneath the sheets Melody was deliciously warm and safe.
Eric was curled up against her, spooning into her protectively since laying down. With his big arms folded around her and his strong thighs pressed up against the backs of hers? She felt protected. Tucked away from whatever crazy bullshit lie in the mansion’s halls and beyond.
She’d calmed down considerably but was still wide awake — the effect of so much instant adrenaline. And there was a bulge behind her now, too. Something hard pressing into her back, from between Eric’s legs…
He protected me.
Melody moved her hands so that they rested on his. He squeezed her into him, wrapping two sinewy forearms around her tummy.
Saved me from the dogs. From the things in the hallway…
The bulge in her back became something more. She could feel the fullness of him now, pressing hard against her ass. Her tiny panties did nothing to stop it. Melody had a choice to make, a definitive decision.
She decided to let her body make it as she ground back against him.
He’s beautiful. Beyond beautiful.
Eric’s hands unclasped, his fingers crawling downward to explore her lower belly. She sighed out loud as his mouth went to her neck. He planted a series of soft kisses there, with lips that were full and wonderful.
This isn’t a good idea, though.
His stubble tickled her neck. She giggled.
Not at all…
The voice of reason was harsh and unrelenting. Melody did her level best to ignore it. It grew louder before she finally pushed it away, sometime around the time Eric’s tongue traced the curve of her ear, and his hand slid downward, cupping itself over her pussy…
Screw it.
She twisted into him so that they were face to face, and he wasn’t afraid to lock eyes with her. There was meaning there now. A shared understanding. Melody’s hand went to his cheek, and he reached up to hold it there.
“Thanks for being my hero,” she smiled.
He leaned forward and kissed her, and Melody went limp in his arms. Eric’s mouth was hungry for hers, but delicate. His lips pushed hers apart, his tongue probing forth, seeking to find her own. All the while his fingers danced delicately between her thighs. Melody twisted into him as two nimble digits pulled her panties to one side. Gasped into his mouth as they found her slick and wet and ready…
Oh my God…
A finger penetrated her, long and thick. It was joined by another, and soon she was grinding down against them as they glided in and out of her body. Melody reached down between them, and her hand closed over his cock. It was warm and thick and oh so impossibly hard.
“You want this?” Eric teased, shoving himself against her hand. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again.
“Uh huh.”
She could feel him stabbing her palm now. His fingers felt nice, but his cock felt like a big iron rod. One that Melody needed to feel very badly inside her.
“You’re doing it again,” he smiled between kisses.
“Doing what?”
“Biting your lip.”
She was stroking him now, from top to bottom. She had to admit she was impressed.
“So?”
“So you know what’ll happen,” he teased.
“And what’s that?” she gasped, as his fingers churned harder. She grinned at him fiendishly. Bit on her lip some more.
Seizing her body Eric rolled onto his back, pulling Melody abruptly on top of him. The head of his cock probed dangerously against her wet, pink entrance. As he reached down with one hand to guide himself inside her, Melody’s eyes fluttered closed in pure ecstasy.
“This,” he said, as he thrusted up to impale her.
About the Author
Krista Wolf is a lover of fantasy, action, and all things paranormal… as well as a hopeless romantic with an unmistakably steamy, dirtier side.
She writes suspenseful, mystery-infused stories filled with blistering hot twists and turns. Tales in which headstrong, impetuous heroines are the irresistible force thrown against the immovable object of powerful, alpha heroes.
If you like intelligent and witty paranormal romance served up with a razor-sharp, erotic edge? You’ve just found your new favorite author.
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