Shadows Of A Wolf Moon(27)

Her mouth parted and it took all his strength not to move those final three inches closer and press his lips against hers. When he forced his gaze up to her eyes, he realized she’d caught him looking at her mouth.

“Don’t even think about it.” She glared.

“Think about what?” He swallowed.

“Don’t think about kissing me.” She shot him a look like she could kill. “Kissing you is the last thing I need to be doing.”

He reacted on instinct before his mind could process what he was doing.

He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and closed the distance between them. His mouth covered hers, hard and unflinching.

He swept his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her spicy sweetness. He growled as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to taste her fully so he could get her out of his mind once and for all.

She pressed her hand against his chest and broke the kiss.

“Apparently, you don’t listen,” she said breathlessly. “I said, don’t kiss me.” She shoved away and walked into the kitchen.

What had he done? Body on fire and trembling with lust, he stood and made his way to the window. He needed to look at anything but her.

He wished he regretted what he’d done. But he didn’t. He wished he had gotten her out of his system. He hadn’t. He wished he didn’t want to kiss her again. But he did.

He braced his arm above the window and studied the floor.

He’d lost control.

A vision of his brother echoed in his head, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. If he didn’t gain control over his actions, he was going to slip into that same fucking abyss and become what he detested the most.

His brother.

He was nothing like his brother.

He took a deep breath, held it, and counted to ten before he blew it out. He glanced at the traffic below as cars and motorcycles moving at a snail’s pace down the street. Unhurried with no one to see and nothing to do. It was the vibe he got from New Orleans.

Unlike him. He, on the other hand, had places to go and people to find. He had a mission and it sure as fuck didn’t include trying to get Zane’s sister into bed.

“Fuck me.” He cradled the wound in his shoulder as the pain returned full force. As a werewolf, he would heal soon enough. It didn’t ache any worse than the ache behind his zipper.

“I think we established I wasn’t interested.” Her voice trickled over him and he turned.

Gone was the anger he’d seen in her eyes. In its place was the stalwart, confident barrier she seemed to carry with her like heavy armor.

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” He forced the words out despite the urge to take her into his arms and kiss her again.

She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head. “I almost believe you.”

His head snapped up. “I always respect women. I’ve never forced a woman to do something she didn’t want to do. I’m not that guy.”

“I said, I almost believe you. Why did you think you could take what’s not yours?” She walked toward him until they were toe to toe and far, far too close.

His body raged with lust as her scent became overwhelming. He took a step back to regain his composure.

She took a step forward.

He angled his body away from the window so his back wouldn’t hit the wall. And when she took another step into his personal space, the backs of his legs hit the bed.

Smirking, she stepped closer and shoved his chest.

He had no choice but to sit. As his body landed on the bed, he felt his resolve slipping.

“Tell me something, Lucien.” She straddled his legs and sat on his lap. “Tell me, what makes a male think they have the right to a woman’s body?”

Her sweet ass pressed into his jean-clad legs. His dick hardened and throbbed. He fisted his hands in the comforter to keep from touching her.

“They don’t. A male worth anything respects a woman.”

“Hmmmm.” She scooted closer until her sweet spot was resting right over his erection.

He gritted his teeth and growled.

She smirked and pressed her hands to his chest, knocking him back onto the bed. With her advantage over him, she hovered over his stomach and leaned down. Her warm breath hit his cheek as she leaned to his ear.

“Is it because some males think just because some girls take their clothes off for a living they are whores?” Anger flashed behind her eyes.

“No.”

She ran her finger down his chest. When she reached the top of his jeans, she dipped her finger inside, touching the flesh of his stomach.

“If that’s true, then why are you hard?” She smirked.

“Getting hard over a beautiful woman is a natural reaction.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” She held his gaze.