Protect and Service(10)

“God, Eloise, you’re killing me.”

He broke away, his words a pant against my mouth. Pulling on my hair, he ran his lips down the tender column of my throat and urged me backward. A metallic click sounded behind me and a second later we stumbled through the door into my hallway.





Chapter Four




The soft light of the kitchen further down the hall illuminated his face, a near-feral mask of hunger and male need as he shoved the door shut behind us. Then it was game on. He growled and dragged me closer, his kiss harder, more dominant as we turned, falling against the wall. Hands, his or mine, I couldn’t tell which…didn’t care…tore at clothes.

His jacket hit the floor as I pulled his shirt free of his pants, trying to undo the fiddly little buttons between hot, open-mouthed kisses. Another nip of my lower lip stilled me, the inferno in my veins all but overwhelming as he shoved my hands aside and ripped the front of the shirt open. Buttons pinged against the wall, a sharp counterpoint to the soft sound of delight in the back of my throat.

“Amused?” The growl was back as I ran my hands over his exposed chest, waiting for him to rid himself of the remnants of the cotton. He didn’t. Instead he loomed over me, a dark and dangerous shadow with blue-amber eyes as he looped a hard finger into my cleavage between the girls. “Do you like this dress?”

I froze, caught like a rabbit in the headlights, easily reading his intention. It was the dress; expensive, classy, and…and… I’d never had a guy so desperate to get naked with me that he ripped the clothes off my body. Fuck it. I lifted my chin, daring him with my expression.

“Do it.”

He grinned, a white flash of teeth in the darkness. The canines were a little more elongated than they had been earlier but I didn’t care. He wouldn’t hurt me… I knew that as surely as I knew that tomorrow I’d be walking a little funny.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the hall, the dress gone in seconds, and I gasped as cooler air hit my sensitive skin. Heat drew bright banners over my cheeks as I stood there, feeling exposed in just my underwear. I was old school. Didn’t wear pantyhose even though all my girlfriends said it was more comfortable. Instead I wore stockings, the suspender belt matching my black satin bra and panties.

I didn’t smoke, or drink a lot, so nice lingerie, expensive lingerie, was my weakness. It made me feel good, even though it was usually hidden beneath my clothing. I knew it was there, and that was all that mattered.

Jared took a step back, his gaze racking over me as he dumped the rest of his shirt. I bit my lip as I watched the interplay of sleek muscles under satin skin. He had a hairy chest, more than I was used to, but I didn’t care. Seemed hairy men, wolf men…or one particular werewolf at least, had become my new definition of hotness.

“Fuck. Me.”

“Oh, I intend to.” My lips quirked as I pushed off from the wall, advancing on him, backing him up until his heels hit the first step. A hand in the centre of his chest, I pushed backward, forcing him to sit down, then crawled into his lap. The stairs weren’t the most comfortable of places but I was past caring.

I just wanted him.

Now.

“Perfect. You’re just fucking perfect.” His words were a moan as his hands smoothed over my hips, lifting me easily to settle me squarely over the erection tenting his pants.

I bit my lip again, the abused flesh smarting a little, and wriggled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, pleasure drawing his features tight.

“I can smell your heat, your need. It’s driving me crazy,” he admitted as his eyes snapped open to watch me.

What could I say to that? Nothing.

Not trusting my voice I just nodded and wriggled again. A sinuous movement as I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, holding it across my breasts with one arm. I kept up the movement, rubbing my panty-clad pussy over his hard length, teasing us both with the pressure and the thought that just a couple of layers of clothing were all that separated us from what we both wanted. What we both needed.

“You drive me crazy,” he groaned as he lay back and rolled his hips, holding mine so I ground down over him.

Fireworks joined the party in my veins, heating every cell until I was nothing more than a writhing mass of heat and need. One spark was all it would take, and I’d go up like a damn parade.

“I want…let me see?”

I opened my eyes to find him watching me with open lust on his face, his attention riveted to the arm across my breasts. A smile curved my lips as I teased, arching an eyebrow and sliding the trapped satin a little lower. Low enough that the darkened ring of one areola showed above the black fabric. He growled when I stopped, fingers biting into my hips. I’d have bruises tomorrow but I didn’t care. I wanted the marks, wanted visual proof that he’d claimed me in the most basic way possible.