Yet he’d said wanting her was a problem for him. She’d have to ask him to explain, because she didn’t understand. She also wondered how long he’d been nurturing this case of lust. There was that telltale note of hers tucked inside a book with her picture in it. How ironic if he’d wanted her as long as she’d wanted him.
By the time he returned with the potatoes and carrots, she’d made up her mind. “There’s no way around it, Jake. You have to level with me.”
“I know.” He took the chair opposite hers but didn’t pick up his fork. “I decided the same thing while I was in the kitchen. Ultimately, I started the whole thing when I bought your carving. That was my first mistake.”
“Mistake?” She stared at him. “Are you kidding me? You inspired me to give up on becoming a vet so I could devote myself to my art. I not only owe you my life, I owe you my career!”
“No, you don’t. Someone else would have bought that carving. Then you would have them to thank. And we wouldn’t be in the middle of this big mess.”
“I don’t agree with that logic. Hearing your positive comments about the carving was as important as the sale, maybe more important. I was meant to be in that store when you walked in. You have no idea what a boost your comments gave me. In fact, I wrote you a note to that effect. You probably don’t remember, though.” She was a devil to mention it, but she couldn’t resist.
A dull red stain crept up the back of his neck. “I seem to remember a note.”
She didn’t push it. She didn’t want to embarrass him by pointing out his sentimentality. “I’m just saying that sale was a significant episode on my way to becoming a full-time carver.”
“There would have been different episodes. You’re very talented. You would have made it with or without that moment in Ted’s store. Now eat your food before it gets cold.”
“You sound like my mother.”
He smiled. “No cook wants food to sit around after they’ve fixed it. Dig in.”
“But you promised to tell me everything.”
“I will.” He cut into his steak. “Between bites. It’s a long story, so I need to keep up my strength. And so do you.”
“Okay.” She sliced into her steak, which was grilled exactly as she liked it. She couldn’t resist glancing over at Jake’s, which was the same shade of pale pink inside. She thought that might be on purpose. “Now, start talking.”
He did, pausing sporadically to eat. He told her about his father, the actual wolf she’d photographed and immortalized in wood. He mentioned that his parents had died in a skiing accident but didn’t dwell on that part of the story. He did admit, though, that after buying her carving, he’d become fascinated with her and had fallen into the habit of late-night runs over to her place.
Which explained why he’d kept her note. She finished her last bite and put down her fork. “Are you saying that we wasted three years when we could have been…” She trailed off, not sure what the relationship might have developed into.
He shook his head as he finished chewing and swallowed. “No, we couldn’t, not without me becoming a hypocrite.”
“How’s that?”
“Think about it. The obvious way to halt Were-human mating is to end Were-human sexual encounters. If a Were never has sex with a human, he or she won’t be tempted to consider mating with one.”
“So you’ve never had sex with a human?”
“Nope.” He picked up his ale and took a drink.
Because she was watching him very closely, she noticed that his hand quivered ever-so-slightly.
“Ever been tempted?”
He set down the bottle and glanced at her. “You mean, other than you?”
“Right.”
“Maybe a little, but I could always shrug it off.” He looked out over the lake. “If I hadn’t bought that carving, I might have been okay. But you put a part of yourself in that piece, and I felt it drawing me. That’s why I had to get rid of it.”
“You make it sound like the carving’s possessed.”
“It is.” He gave her a half-smile. “By you.”
“Jake, I’ve sold carvings to lots of people, including many single guys. Not one of them has insinuated that my work makes them want to take me to bed.”
“Maybe they’re more polite and civilized than I am. It might affect them that way, but they don’t want to offend you.” He leaned both elbows on the table. “None of your clients have propositioned you, though?”
“No. Partly because I never give them the chance.”
He nodded. “Makes sense. You don’t want to mix business with pleasure.”
“Actually, I’d be happy to mix business with pleasure, but none of my clients have appealed to me in that way.”
“So who have you been dating?”
“None of your beeswax!”
“Probably not, but I want to know. I assume you’re not hooked up with someone now, or you wouldn’t have given me the green light a while ago. But I’ll bet there’s been a guy. You’re too beautiful to stay celibate.”
“Thank you for that. I was beginning to think without my carving I’d have no sex appeal at all.”
He laughed. “Oh, my God. You’re kidding, right?”
“You have been raving on about that carving and the effect it had on you.”
“Then let me set your mind to rest on that score. The carving is the icing on the cake, but the cake is plenty rich without it. Sad to say, I’m on a sugar-free diet.”
She polished off her ale. “Aren’t you the least bit curious about how sex with a human would be?”
“Oh, I’m very curious, but I’m also not a fan of hypocrisy. I’ve set myself up as the standard-bearer for the cause. All my traveling since last October has been to promote the organization I founded, Werewolves Against Random Mating. That’s why I was in San Francisco, on business for WARM.”
“Warm?”
“It’s an acronym.”
“Oh. Like Duncan MacDowell has WOOF, Werewolves Optimizing Our Future.”
Jake frowned, clearly unhappy that she’d brought Duncan into the conversation. “Yes, he does, damn it. Plus he wrote a book that I felt compelled to buy and read. If you hadn’t found it in my nightstand drawer, you’d still be in the dark about all this.”
“I guess you don’t believe that things happen for a reason.”
He gazed at her. “I guess you do.”
“I take after my Grandpa Ike, and he was a big believer in that. I’m sure he’d say you were supposed to be my first customer and that we were destined to have this connection.”
“Are you saying he would have been happy that you’re connected to a werewolf?”
“He might have, if he’d had enough information. Don’t think I’ve forgotten your promise to tell all. You still have a lot of ground to cover.”
“I’ll tell you more after you’ve answered the dating question you’ve continued to dodge. I’m sure you could have your pick, so do you go for corporate types? Other artists? Jocks?”
She thought about how to answer. Maybe, all things considered, he deserved the truth. “I haven’t been dating.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. At first I was too busy with work, and then I was worried that someone would be attracted to the fame and fortune instead of me, personally. So at the suggestion of my girlfriends in Fairbanks, I signed up for a couple of online sites about six months ago.”
“And?”
“Nada. Can’t get worked up about any of them. I’m dateless in Polecat.”
“Damn. That sucks.”
“Fortunately I have an active fantasy life involving my neighbor.”
Jake’s eyes widened. Leaning back in his chair, he raised both eyebrows and pointed a finger at his chest.
“Yes, you, Aqua Man. Thanks to your regular skinny-dipping schedule and my grandfather’s excellent binoculars, my fantasy life is doing fine.”
Adorably, his face turned red. “Didn’t know I had
an audience.”
“A very appreciative audience, I might add.”
Jake scrubbed a hand across his face, as if he could wipe off the embarrassment. When he finally looked at her, chagrin had been replaced with the ever-present glow of desire. “Ah, Rachel. What are we going to do about this crazy situation?”
She’d been thinking of little else all through the meal. “Well, I’m already the keeper of one big secret.”
“Right.” His green eyes grew wary.
“Why not make it two?”
He took a shaky breath. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“Were you afraid, or were you perhaps hoping I would?”
He hesitated. “Probably both. Ever since I walked in and found you in my bedroom, I’ve wondered how the hell I’d make it through this without cracking. And now I discover you’ve been fantasizing about me, too.”
“So, are you about ready to crack?”
“Yeah. ’Fraid so.”
Her pulse skyrocketed. “Oh.”
“And now that I’ve admitted that, it’s time to take this discussion inside.”
Heat danced through her veins as she helped him gather up the dishes. They’d found no long-range solutions, but they might have hit on a short-range one.
Jake wanted to blame Rachel’s confession for sending him over the edge, but then again, it wouldn’t have taken much. He’d been teetering for a long time. Now that he was about to fall, he couldn’t wait.
Carrying the empty meat platter and their ale bottles, he followed her into the kitchen. “Just dump everything in the sink. We’ll worry about it later.”
She followed his instructions and turned back to him. “I forgot the placemats.”
“Let ’em blow.” Shoving the platter and bottles onto the counter, he pulled her into his arms. At last. With a sigh, he lowered his head for the kiss he’d been dreaming about for three years.
Incredibly, she put her hand to his mouth, halting his forward progress. “Wait, Jake.”
Capturing her wrist, he tugged her hand away. “I’m through waiting. I want you so much I’m dizzy.”
When she started to say something else, he took that golden opportunity to kiss her when her mouth was open. Ahh. Warm, moist, soft…a velvet playground.
The thought that she was human, not Were, drifted through his mind and was gone. She was…Rachel, and kissing her felt like coming home. He groaned with delight when she pressed her fingers into his scalp and kissed him back.
God, she felt great pressed up against him, her breasts tight against his chest, her pelvis cradling his erection as they undulated together, two halves of a whole. He began undressing her without thinking about it. All he knew was that her clothes were in the way, and he wanted them gone.
She seemed to want his gone, too, and that was fine with him. She kissed him with even more urgency as her fingers flew down the row of buttons holding his shirt together. The kitchen filled with the sound of rapid breathing and soft murmurs of joy.
Then came Jake’s muted oath of frustration when he realized he had to deal with her running shoes before he could slide off her jeans. Grasping her hips, he hoisted her up on the counter. The platter and bottles he’d put there earlier tumbled with a crash into the sink. He ignored them and dropped to his knees so he could yank at the laces of her shoes.
“Forget untying.” She gulped for air. “Just…pull them off.”
He did, followed by her jeans and her gratifyingly wet panties. As he stood, he realized he loved having her at counter level. Extremely convenient. Cupping her face in both hands, he leaned in to kiss her again. He already knew he’d never tire of doing that.
Once again she tried to say something, but it was muffled against his questing mouth. Moving aside the lapels of his shirt, she flattened her palms against his chest and began a sensuous massage. Her touch was heaven, but he wished she’d unfasten his jeans and unzip his fly. He could do it, but then he’d have to stop stroking her silky breasts, and he was entranced with those.
Cradling their sweet weight, he kissed his way down the smooth column of her neck and over the slope of one breast. When he circled her taut nipple with his tongue, she gasped with pleasure. That tiny gasp made him eager to create more like it.
Closing his mouth over her nipple, he rolled it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He was rewarded with a soft moan. That moan, predicting more to come as he continued to love her, sent a message straight to his cock. It swelled painfully inside its prison of briefs and denim.
Lifting his mouth, he murmured his request against her damp skin. “Unzip my jeans.” Then he went back to nuzzling her beautiful breasts.
“Do you have a condom?”
He paused in mid-nuzzle, confused as to why she’d ask him that. He didn’t need condoms. Never had. Never would. Then the truth of the situation penetrated his hormone-soaked brain.
She’d asked because she was human. Humans needed condoms to prevent unplanned pregnancies and disease. Because he’d never had sex with a human before, he hadn’t thought of that tiny detail.
Reluctantly leaving the erotic contemplation of her plump breasts, he raised his head to look into her gray eyes. They reminded him of storm clouds heavy with rain, begging for release. He wanted to give her that release, and very soon, too.
He’d rather not have to take time for a lengthy explanation about werewolves and birth control. “Weres don’t use condoms.”
Lightning flashed in her storm-cloud eyes. “If they intend to have sex with me, they do.”
He definitely intended to have sex with her, but he didn’t have a single condom in the house. If he’d had one, he would have used it to forestall an argument. But he’d never bought one in his life.
He tried to keep the explanation concise. He had things to do, orgasms to give. “We’re disease resistant and we can’t get a female pregnant unless we’ve been through the mating ritual.”
“I’ve heard that line before and I didn’t buy it then, either.”
He sucked in a breath. “From a werewolf?”
“No, from a guy who didn’t like wearing little raincoats on his pride and joy. He claimed to be disease-free and sterile. I kicked him out of bed.”
“I’m different.”
“I won’t argue that point, but the part about not getting me pregnant sounds fishy.” She looked him in the eye. “We need to rethink this.”
He wanted to howl in frustration. They’d been so close! More than close, actually. She was completely naked and he could be naked in no time. Except she didn’t trust him without a condom in hand, or more precisely, on his cock.
Time for a compromise. He stroked her thighs. “At least let me make you come.”
“No.” She grasped his wrists. “That could be a trick. You give me a lovely orgasm, and while I’m feeling all loose and accommodating, you get busy.”
“I’m insulted that you’d believe that of me.”
“Anyone who tries to have sex without a condom is suspect in my book.” She shoved at his bare chest. “Go on, now. Move away so I can get down and put my clothes on.”
“What can I do to convince you?”
“I don’t know, Jake. I’m not an easy sell on this point.” She hopped down from the counter and began gathering her clothes.
“It’s not like I can run up to the store and buy some. Ted’s closed up for the night, and besides, I wouldn’t dare buy them from him when he knows we’re hanging out together.”
“Yeah, that would be a bad idea.” She shrugged. “Oh, well. I know you have ice cream in your freezer. Shall we have some dessert?”
Her nonchalance about this irritated him to no end. He ached from not following through on what they’d started. She must be in bad shape, too, but she wasn’t willing to let on.
Now she wanted to act as if a bowl of chocolate ice cream would suit her in place of a mind-blowing climax. That was insulting to his abilities as a lover. He could gi
ve her way more pleasure than that stupid ice cream.
He blew out a breath. “That’s a damn poor substitute for the dessert I had in mind.”
“Maybe so, but we can both enjoy it without worrying about consequences other than a sugar high.”
“I’ll dish it up.” He buttoned his shirt as he stomped over to the refrigerator. He was already thinking of a way he might be able to prove to her that he didn’t need condoms when they had sex. But it would involve breaching Were security even more than he already had.
How far was he willing to go to satisfy this craving? Pretty far, apparently.
Chapter Twelve
Bitterly disappointed in Jake, Rachel sat in his easy chair eating ice cream and wishing he could have been the wonderful lover she’d imagined he would be. She’d tried to settle the condom issue early on, but he hadn’t let her talk to him. Then he’d been ready to blow right past the subject with some weird mumbo-jumbo about werewolves not needing them.
Yeah, right. Maybe next he’d try to sell her oceanfront property in Arizona. She might be running a sexual deficit these days, but she wasn’t bankrupt enough to chance a condom-less encounter with Jake Hunter, no matter how gorgeous he was.
While she sat in the easy chair, he paced the living room, eating from his ice cream bowl as he roamed around. Probably walking it off—it being the large erection she’d felt when they’d been so close together she wouldn’t have been able to slide a DVD between them.
Pausing in his circuit of the room, he faced her. “You wanted to know more about the werewolf community, right?”
“Sure.” He was trying to get on her good side, but she had to admit he was going about it the right way. She was dying of curiosity. She suspected that Duncan’s book wouldn’t be available at a normal bookstore or online outlet, but she wanted a copy. If Jake fell asleep, which he’d have to do eventually, she’d go read the rest of it while she had the chance.
“Naturally Weres can’t use the Internet without being found out, so we’ve created our own digital communication system that only Weres can access. Duncan has a blog on it. I have a website for WARM there, too. We also have a version of Twitter, only we call it Sniffer.”
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