I looked up, met his gaze fully. The wolf was still there but I didn’t care. Not even when a predatory smile flitted over his lips.
“Don’t look at me that way, sweetheart.”
“What way?” I couldn’t help it; I pouted a little and widened my eyes for effect. Now I knew that he’d turned Mandy down, and with that dance, I felt more comfortable. Liberated. Sexy.
He grinned, a white flash of teeth that had nothing to do with humour.
“You know. I’m a wolf, remember? Carry on and I’ll be forced to eat you all up.”
“Oh god, I do hope so.”
The comment slipped out before my brain could get in on the act and decide it was a bad idea. The effect was instantaneous. His breathing caught, big chest hitching as darkness flared in his eyes. He’d been hard already, but his cock jerked at my words. Pressed together chest to thigh, I could feel every long, hard inch of him.
I wanted some of that.
“Home. Now?” I suggested.
“Hell yes.”
* * *
The ride back to my place was warp speed compared to the ride to the ball. Jared didn’t speak. His tall, muscled body was tight as a wire as he guided the powerful sports car through the streets at break-neck speed. I didn’t argue. I just clung to the seat and watched the streets zoom by. Awareness throbbed between us, making the air in the car thick and alive with tension. Sliding my gaze sideways, I studied him. He was gorgeous, especially with the steely light of determination in his eyes and his jaw set as he put his foot down to eek through ahead of a red light.
“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.” His voice had deepened, the growl of the wolf coming through. Need? Or anger? I wasn’t sure, but when he turned his head to spear me with a glance, I knew. Heat and hunger swirled in his almost totally amber gaze. Only a thin sliver of blue remained around his pupil, the human colour almost swallowed up by the wolf.
Fear spiked, running down my spine like a pianist caressing the keys, and I found my hand in front of my mouth like some sort of gothic horror heroine. Shit. Had I made a mistake? Did he see me as less a hot lover and more an all you can eat buffet…but not in the fun way? Perhaps…
Cue mouth, brain on lockdown, legs clamped together to stop me peeing myself in fear.
“Shit, you are more into dogs… My mom was right, I’m so going to end up a snack,” I whimpered as we pulled into my road. The big, powerful car slid to a stop outside my little house.
“What?” His brows snapped together, then his expression cleared. “Nononono.”
He pulled on the handbrake and reached for my hand. I watched blue leech back into his eyes, until the amber was a mere ring around the edge. It was fascinating. I couldn’t help reaching out, wonder making me forget my fear.
“I’m not into dogs, German Shepherds or otherwise. I just said that to get a rise out of my boss. And you are going to end up as a snack, make no mistake about that.” His voice was low and intimate as he cradled my hand, the stroke of his thumb over my skin mesmerising.
“I am?”
“Ohh yeah. I might be a wolf, but I’ve got a cat’s taste for cream.”
He moved like lightening, his free hand cupping my nape to pull me toward him until our lips were mere millimetres apart. A thrill shimmered through me, chasing away the remnants of fear as my heart-rate picked up again. I wanted him, pure and simple. My pussy clenched hard, my body signalling it was totally onboard with that plan. I was hot and wet. Ready for that wild ride against the wall he’d promised me.
He took a breath, as though tasting the air, and groaned against my lips; a deep, masculine sound of pained need.
“Get your keys out,” he ordered, letting me go and throwing his door open. I climbed out of the car on shaky legs. As I delved into the depths of my purse, he looped an arm around my waist and hurried me up the short path to the front door.
The porch light was out and as soon as we hit the darkness, he turned me. Plucking the keys from my hand, he claimed my lips in a torrid kiss. I moaned, the sound lost under the sensual assault, and crowded closer as our mouths mated. Eager for more. Everything…anything he wanted, just so long as he kept kissing me in that Iwannafuckyousobad sort of way.
His hand drove into my hair, scattering the pins that held it in place. He groaned in satisfaction as he wrapped the long strands around his fist. Held in place I could do nothing to stop the assault on my lips. Not that I wanted to, parting them when he crowded closer and nipped my lower lip in demand. I gasped, the start of the soft sound audible in the darkness before it was muffled by his mouth.
Tilting his head, he thrust his tongue past my lips, stroking and sliding along mine in a sensual interplay that sent the blood zinging around my veins. Heat spiralled, firming my breasts and peaking my nipples where they pressed against his broad chest. The twin mounds ached as the need to be naked, to have nothing between us as he moved over me, filled every cell of my body. Arousal drew an arrow down through my core, the rubbing of my stiff peaks inside the satin bra cascading into a fierce ache in my pussy. I kissed back, mating my lips to his as I drove my fingers through the short spikes of his hair. Hair I’d been dying to muss up since meeting him.