by Nora Snowdon
“Hmm, that kind of overshadows my mom’s, ‘Now you are a woman,’ talk when I hit puberty.”
“I guess it might.” He signaled left and merged into the inside lane. “How’s the magazine article coming?”
“Slowly. It’s tricky sorting out what I can and can’t say. Plus knowing you want to read it first adds a little embarrassment to writing the usual LoveLifeStyle fluff.”
“I read a couple of issues and it does seem to be mostly gossip with a few recipes and a lot of photos of celebrities falling out of their clothes. I’m not going to be stalked at the gym for embarrassing photographs, am I?” He turned into the Kobi’s parking lot.
“Not unless you want to be. Most of those celebs call us in advance for those shots.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“It’s a quick way to get publicity. Like the sex tapes, they hope to use them to revitalize their flagging careers.”
“My career’s fine, thank you.” After cutting the engine he jumped out of the car to get her door. At least he didn’t have to run; she seemed okay with waiting for him to open it. Feminism was fine, but he couldn’t understand what they had against simple chivalry. It wasn’t as though he thought women couldn’t open doors, it just felt like a nice offer.
She took his hand to pull herself up and a course of electricity shot between them. He used her momentum to pull her into his arms. Hell, what was it about this woman that made him need to hold her close? Bending, he covered her lips before she could protest. Oh, yes. He backed her against his car, obliterating all space between their bodies. Her hips rubbed against his groin like a cat in heat.
He pulled back. What a strange thing to think. Her hand grabbed his ass and he stopped thinking entirely. Her tongue dueled with his, driving him to the point of insanity. Sliding his hand underneath her sweater, he caressed her silky smooth skin. Yes. He barely caught himself before he undid her bra. Shit, they were in a public parking lot, for God’s sake!
Panting, he held her in place and moved back a step. Her unfocussed eyes indicated she was as turned on as him.
He leaned over to growl into her ear. “I need you now.”
She shivered as he sucked on her earlobe. Then her hand on his chest stopped him.
“We’re here. Let’s eat and later…” She traced his lips with her fingertip.
“You’re right.” He kissed her finger then attempted to rearrange his insistent erection discreetly out of sight. He turned and leaned back against his car beside her. “Give me a moment.”
Her face was flushed with desire, but then when she realized his predicament, she blushed even deeper. Raising the back of his hand to stroke her warm cheek, he chuckled. “We both look inappropriate for prime time TV.”
“Damn you.” She smiled before rubbing her face with her hands.
The food was… good. Robert didn’t pay much attention as he wolfed it down. He enjoyed watching Ella eat her seafood mélange, though. She savored each mouthful, driving him nuts with her murmurs of appreciation. Watching her eat felt like foreplay as he imagined her making those primal sounds during sex. Even so, he was pleased when she declined coffee and dessert after the entrée. His anticipation made it difficult to remain seated. The server quickly produced their bill and soon he was rushing her back to his car.
“My place for a nightcap?” he asked, helping her into the passenger seat.
“That depends.”
“On what?” Don’t you dare change your mind now!
“What you mean by a nightcap. If you’re talking hot, all night sex, then hell yes.”
Eight strides to the driver’s side and he dove into his seat. “Oh yeah. That’s what I meant.”
He forced himself to focus on the road and made sure he wasn’t speeding too much. It was bloody difficult. She was close enough to touch but it would be too distracting. Just smelling her heavenly scent and hearing her breathe set every nerve on fire.
After pulling into his garage, he hit the remote control to close and lock the door. This time he did sprint to her side of the car. Could he do her on the hood of his car?
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This is it. I took Robert’s hand to get out of the car and again found myself wrapped in his arms, his mouth plastered to mine. More, I want more. I slid my hand under his shirt, craving the heat of his skin under my fingers. I’d never felt this desperate before. Everywhere he touched me was burning or melting, I couldn’t tell which. His hand covering my breast almost made me orgasm then and there. And that was through all my clothes. Holy crap.
“No,” I muttered against his lips. He started to protest. “Inside,” I insisted.
He groaned and then pulled me toward the door to his house. “You’re right.”
The door led into his massive kitchen and within seconds he had me backed against the refrigerator, his hand underneath my sweater. I grabbed his taut butt through his pants. Skin. I need skin. I shifted my hand to the front of his pants and worked on the button/snap/what the hell was it? It finally opened. Yes.
“Ahem.” The voice seemed to come from a different room.
I glanced up, alarmed. Robert appeared equally shocked as he snatched his hand from under my clothes and straightened my apparel before hastily doing up his pants. He sniffed, then growled. I followed close behind him as he strode into the living room. He didn’t seem nervous, just angry, so it probably wasn’t a stranger.
“Lucas? What the hell are you doing here?”
“Sorry, bro. Ella.” The brother I’d seen at the auction looked as embarrassed as I felt. I glanced down to make sure I wasn’t exposed anywhere. “Mother said you have to come to dinner tomorrow. You too,” he added with an apologetic nod to me.
“Jesus. You couldn’t have phoned?”
“I did. We all did. We didn’t seem to be getting through.” Lucas shook his head and turned to the door. “Well, I’ll leave you two to…” He coughed. “Nice meeting you again.” With that he ducked out the front door.
“Fuck.” Robert shook his head. That’s when I lost it and started giggling uncontrollably.
“It’s not funny.” Robert’s furious expression melted as he started laughing too. “Okay, you’re right. It was funny.” He gathered me into his arms and waited out the laughter. Soon enough, the lust factor kicked in and within seconds I was sprawled on his living room couch beneath him, this time much faster at opening his pants and stripping off his shirt.
He looked even better shirtless in person than on TV. I shifted my head so I could kiss his defined pecs. My tongue snuck out for a taste. Mmm. We groaned in unison and I laughed. Everything about this man was perfect. Including his incredible hands and mouth as he took control of my entire body. I wanted to scream with every new sensation he provoked. The rest of our clothes were flung to the floor and I was writhing with need.
“Wait!”
He let loose a strangled howl. “No!” But he stopped.
I panted, trying to get enough breath. “We need a condom.”
“I don’t have any and we don’t need them anyway. I can’t have kids.”
I put my hand on his sculpted abs. “Still…”
He shuddered and then stood, gathering his pants.
“What are you doing?” Jeez, don’t leave me for that!
“To go buy some. You said—”
I jumped to my feet. “Screw that. Help me find my purse, I just bought some.” His look of disbelief then gratitude floored me, but I was too busy trying to remember where I’d dropped my purse to think about it. “Kitchen, by the fridge.” We both sprinted.
I picked up my purse, extracted the box and frantically ripped open the small packet. He slid it on and then backed me against the fridge. Déjà vu, but even better this time. Wrapping one leg around his waist I pulled his face down to mine for another mind-numbing kiss. I’d imagined he’d be a good lover, but hadn’t expected this incredible chemistry. His fingers explored and then we were going at it like rabbits.
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I’d never felt such tension, anticipation and electricity. I’d also never screamed like that when the most amazing orgasm ripped through me. His guttural moan joined mine and we pounded and shuddered our way to completion.
My legs wobbled as we clung to each other panting like marathon runners at the end of a race.
“Holy Crap.” Oops, I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
“Yeah.” His arms folded tighter around me and he kissed the top of my head before resting his chin there.
Our heartbeats slowly found their way out of danger territory and my legs revived. I kissed his chest then looked up at his face. “That was fun.”
His laughter came out in a bark. “One way to describe it.” He grabbed my hand and then bent to retrieve the box of condoms. “My bedroom?”
“Yes, please.” I don’t know if it was as amazing for him as it was for me, but I could certainly be talked into another round. Or five.
****
Robert disposed of the condom and then washed his hands and face. So that’s it. Ella’s my mate. Shit. He hadn’t thought it would happen like that, but now he knew why everyone else had been so sure when they’d found their mates. He’d never felt so possessed and possessive during sex. He needed her to be his forever.
What if she didn’t feel the same way?
Christ. He grabbed the bathroom cabinet for support. He’d have to convince her. That’s all. Now he saw why his brother would do anything for Rosie and why his dad let mother walk all over him. Although to be fair, Rosie doted on Lucas. His mother? That was hard to say.
Well, Ella had enjoyed sex with him so that would be the best way to get her to agree to bind herself to him. Hopefully she wasn’t just horny because of the rapidly approaching full moon. He had to keep her satisfied until she transitioned. Then she wouldn’t want any other guy.
He glanced down and grinned. That shouldn’t be difficult. He hadn’t felt this turned on since his high school days of erections that persisted 24/7. And now he knew what to do with it.
Walking back into his bedroom, relief poured over him to see Ella snuggled under his massive comforter. Fool. Where’d he think she’d go? She smiled and then her eyes widened as she noticed his dick standing at attention. That soft blush crept up her face as she raised the blankets for him to join her. Oh yeah.
“This time we take it slow.” He let a whisper of hot air trickle into her ear before he nibbled on her earlobe. Then he nuzzled her neck. She tasted so good. A little salty and of something else that sent his blood rushing to his groin. Would he be able to take it slow? Maybe it’d be easier the third time he made love to her.
He swept the comforter off of her, replacing it with the warmth of his body. Her silky legs nestled between his and he rested his throbbing erection on the soft fur between her thighs. Closing his eyes, he resisted the desire to plunge inside her. He wanted to experience all of her. Trailing kisses across her collarbone, her silky skin shivered beneath his lips.
“You cold?”
“Heavens, no!” Her fingers tangled in his hair as she encouraged his mouth toward her breast. He licked the tight nipple and then blew on it, watching it pucker even more. The perfect sized breast to fit in his hand as he drew the bud into his mouth.
“Oh.” Her quiet moan and the way she tilted her pelvis against his groin spurred him on. He shifted to give her other breast equal time. Her hips rubbed rhythmically against him and he took a deep breath to slow himself down. Sliding further down her body, he nipped lightly on the smooth curve of her belly then rubbed his cheek on the sensitive skin. His beard stubble elicited another sweet sigh. He sat back on his haunches and shifted down the bed. A few kisses on and around the triangle of hair then he moved down to her legs.
His tanned hand against her leg made her delicate skin seem even paler, more vulnerable. It also made him feel more protective of her despite the strength indicated by her toned muscles twitching beneath his touch.
How could he have ever thought any other woman attractive? Kissing a freckle, he followed the light dots in an erratic pattern down her legs. She laughed when she figured out what he was doing. Then her laughter turned into moans and whimpers as he lavished attention on the inside of her ankle.
He slid back up her body revisiting all her sensitive spots. God he hoped she’d retain this level of response after the full moon. He felt like a musician, gently plucking all the right notes for a symphony of sex. A hiss of breath and then a deep moan, accompanied his finger sliding between her thighs. This was where he wanted to be, to taste her, to watch her lose control. He licked between the darker folds of her sex.
Yes. She was his. Her body danced to the rhythm of his fingers and tongue, probing, sliding, sucking. Even a simple breath on her moist, heated skin evoked a response. He wanted to keep her in this suspended state of yearning, of needing him. Her hips demanded otherwise as she jerked beneath him hurtling towards her orgasm. Again that cry, as her release rippled through her body and every muscle seized in reaction. She fell back onto the pillow with a deep exhale.
Kissing his way up her torso; her muscles rippled beneath his lips. He stretched out beside her and drew her head onto his chest. Her arm wrapped around his waist as her leg swung over his lower body. She let out a contented sigh. Then she was silent.
Did she fall asleep? He hoped not. Her hand crept across his chest in a soft caress, reassuring him.
She smiled against his shoulder. “What would you like me to do?”
Stay with me forever. He grimaced. That was a little too much to ask in return. “Ride me.”
“Mmm, sounds like fun.” Her shy smile seemed out of place with how damned sexy she was as she climbed on top. Too bad she insisted on the condom, but as her wet warmth enveloped him, it didn’t seem that much of a hardship. He swallowed watching her breasts bounce as she rose and slid down his dick. Her hair draped around her face to lightly dance on his chest.
He held her waist guiding her to a slow steady pulse. Damn it felt too good. He couldn’t sustain the sweet agony much longer. Sliding his hand to stroke between her legs, he brought her to release and then buried himself deep inside her shuddering orgasm. Her thighs pulled every last drop from him before she collapsed, spent, on top of him.
“Holy crap,” he whispered and smiled at her tired giggle.
“You took the words out of my mouth.”
“I know.” He kissed her head and lay back exhausted.
“Hey?”
“Hmm?” He hoped she wasn’t too talkative after sex.
“What exactly was your ‘accident’?”
Damn. “It’s embarrassing.” He sighed. “I was out carousing and got really plastered. Then I made the mistake of transitioning so I could run home instead of taking a cab. My body hadn’t counteracted the alcohol yet, and it was way too much for my wolf form. So I passed out cold.” He rubbed his eyes with his hand, ignoring the wide-eyed look on her face. “The SPCA found me—Dr. Galloway, to be specific.” He couldn’t hold back the frustrated growl. “A few nips and tucks later and I was neutered before I woke up.”
“But you seem fine?”
“Unless after you transition you want to try doggy style.” He watched the comprehension cross her face.
She let out a giggle. “Sorry.”
“And I can’t sire pups. I got tested for that.”
The giggles stopped. “Oh.”
“Plus I can no longer lead the pack after my father steps down.” He stopped her next round of condolences with a kiss. “But, there are some good things. No condoms—mostly.” He narrowed his eyes at her and she laughed. “And no diapers or screaming kids.”
She hugged him but thankfully didn’t say anything more.
He waited until her breathing settled into a low rhythmic pattern before sliding out from under her and trudging his way to the washroom. He’d never felt so completely sated after sex. If she was hoping for round three, some of his parts may not be available quite
as quickly.
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CHAPTER 5
I ducked into the washroom before work and changed into my newly purchased underwear. They were a smaller, lacier and way more expensive than my usual brand, but imagining Robert’s reaction, I figured they might be worth the extra expense. I’d contemplated buying a whole new outfit, but reconsidered. I hadn’t worn the copper sweater and jeans to work before so, aside from the fact it was more casual than I usually wore, no one would guess it was “walk of shame” clothes. Unless of course they noticed my beaming, that-was-the-best-sex-ever grin. Jeez, I was wiped out last night and then in the morning Robert and I just went at it again like we hadn’t had sex in months.
And the damn grin kept sneaking back onto my face. The only shadow on this sunny morning was thinking about having dinner with his mother. The rest of his family sounded fine, but he apologized for his mom before I even met her. That couldn’t be good.
Well, the other mood killer was thinking about what would happen after the full moon. Robert warned me I wasn’t even allowed to mention that I might not become a wolf to his mother. That didn’t leave much hope for a relationship if I didn’t transition.
Don’t think about it. Robert was coming by at five and we had to be at his parents place by seven-thirty. My grin re-emerged. I was pretty sure I knew what we’d be doing before going to his parents’ house. But what to wear to meet them? They sounded like the type who dressed for dinner for heaven’s sake.
With all the back and forthing of my emotions today, my facial muscles were getting sore. I nodded to Dani as I passed her office.
“Hey E.W.?” Dani had nicknames for everyone. I think it made her feel like an old-timey newsroom editor. “You got my story on Robert Colbert? I’ll need his photo too, or else we can send Kaity to shoot him.”
Screeching to a halt, I scrambled for a suitable response. No way in hell Kaity was getting anywhere near Robert if I could help it. “No. I’ll get the story and photo to you in a couple of days. He’s flying out to California to talk to a TV producer, and I’d like to find out if he has the new show or not before we print the article.” Frig, I’d better get back to work on that. “I’ll send over the piece on Dating Orlando Bloom; what a girl needs to know in half an hour. I’m just chasing down stock photos of the single celebs we’re matching up with him. And the Kanye bit’s almost ready. We’re checking to see if he explodes again with the new scandal.” There. That should keep her happy.
