Her lips twitched. “Compensating for something, are we?”
He chuckled as he handed her a controller. “Yeah. Small apartment doors.”
Becker had spent a lot of time playing video games with the guys from the team, but as he and Jayna spent the next hour or so goofing off on his couch, he realized he’d never had more fun, even if Jayna was horrible at video games. She must have come to that conclusion too, and decided she needed to level the playing field by blowing softly in his ear and gently nipping at his neck in an effort to get him to mess up. Becker didn’t mind and didn’t have a problem returning the favor. Jayna let out a soft growl that did crazy things to his body, and he replied with a growl of his own when she tossed her controller on the coffee table and climbed into his lap to kiss him. He slapped the pause button on his controller and kissed her right back. This was much more fun than a video game any day.
He put his hands on her waist, trying to settle her into a position that wouldn’t bring her sweetly curved ass into constant contact with his hard-on, but it was futile. She buried her fingers in his hair with a moan and wiggled around until she was right back where she’d been before.
He groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding down to the curve of her hips. He could feel the heat from her body through his jeans and it was driving him insane. He should stop now before things went too far. But it was obvious that Jayna was enjoying herself as much as he was. If her rapid breathing, elevated pulse, and the slightly extended claws digging into his shirt hadn’t told him that, the scent of arousal pouring off her did.
She was definitely having fun.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t a little shocked when she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started pulling it up like she was unwrapping a Christmas present.
“Whoa.” Becker dragged his mouth away to look at her. “You sure about this?”
She sat back, her lips curving into a shy smile. “I’m sure. But only if you’re okay with it.”
How the heck was he supposed to respond to that? She wanted to have sex with him. Of course he was okay with it. He just hadn’t expected it. “I’m okay with anything you’re comfortable with.”
Jayna smiled and reached for the bottom of his T-shirt again. He helped her get it over his head, then leaned back. She lightly ran her partially extended claws over his chest, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Did she have any idea how good that felt? Since she kept doing it, he suspected she did.
Her blue eyes swirled with green as they roamed over his bare chest. He’d never had a woman look at him so hungrily before, and it was seriously turning him on. As if picking up on his arousal, her eyes shifted completely, turning a vivid green, and Becker’s pulse spiked as the tips of her canines appeared and slipped down over her lower lip. The scent that came with unleashing her inner werewolf was mind-numbingly good and made it hard for him to think of anything other than making love to her. But while she was comfortable with what they were doing, that didn’t mean she was ready to take things further.
“You okay?” he asked softly, wanting to make sure she wasn’t going to do something she’d regret later.
Jayna giggled. Okay, that had to be the sexiest sound he’d ever heard.
“I’m good.” She ran her tongue lazily over her fangs. “How about you? You okay?”
“Me? No problems here.” He probably would have been able to pull off a more convincing lie if she wasn’t pressing right against his straining hard-on.
She smiled, her fangs a flash of white against her strawberry-pink lips. “Good. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”
“Uncomfortable definitely isn’t the word I would use right now.”
“It isn’t the word I would use either,” she said. “In fact, I’m feeling very comfortable with you right now.”
Now it was his turn to grin. “Good. I want you to always be very comfortable with me.”
Jayna leaned forward and kissed him again. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, he couldn’t stop the low growl that slipped out, nor could he keep one hand from sliding down to caress her ass. He immediately moved it back up to her hips, but she was already pulling away to give him a curious look. Eyes locked with his, she grabbed his hand in hers, then slowly and deliberately put it back on her ass.
“Would it be a bad thing if I admit that I like your hand there?” she asked.
Her expression was both sexy and vulnerable at the same time, and his chest tightened.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing at all,” he said huskily. “Like I said, I’m good with anything you’re comfortable with.”