Chapter 4
Anders couldn’t help but notice the couple sitting at the table behind theirs watching him as he sucked on his she-wolf’s fingers. The woman whispered to her guy, “Why don’t you ever do that to me?”
“They should be doing that in private,” her date said.
Oh, we will.
His she-wolf was trembling. She was trying not to show how affected she was by him, and his lips and tongue, but he could tell. Her breathing was heavy, her pupils were enlarged, and the scent of her arousal was enough to drive him mad. His cock twitched as a sigh escaped her parted lips.
He pulled her to him. “How about we get out of here?”
“Yes,” she all but begged.
Hand in hand, they maneuvered through the crowded bar around tables and people standing about. She kept up with him easily as he power-walked the two blocks to his bike.
“A motorcycle.” She smirked. “Isn’t that a little cliché?”
“Darling, there’s nothing cliché about me.” He handed her his helmet. “Hold on tight.”
“You’ll like that too much.”
“With how I drive, you’ll want to hold on. You’re about to get the ride of your life.”
Anders climbed on, and she slipped on behind him. She squeezed her arms around him, but before he could start up his bike, her hands roamed down his shirt to his jeans.
“I do like rides,” she whispered in his ear. Her tongue darted out and licked his neck.
He had to get out of these jeans. His cock was about to burst.
He took off, flying down the road. The hotel he was staying in wasn’t too far at least, and ten minutes later—ten nerve-wracking minutes later, her hands had been feeling his shoulders, up his shirt to palm his abs, and rubbing his upper thighs—he parked.
Without a word, he grabbed her hand and darted inside. The elevator here took forever, so he opted for the stairs instead. When he opened the stairwell door, she slammed it shut behind them, pushed him back against the wall, and pressed her lips against his. Her lips parted easily for his tongue, and he drank in her kiss. Damn, she could kiss.
All too quickly, she pulled away and rushed up the stairs. “What floor?” she called over her shoulder.
“Fourth.” He tore after her. By the second floor door, he’d reached her, and he slapped her ass. A fine ass, firm. Perfect.
She gave the tiniest of whelps.
He smirked. “I bet you’re a screamer.”
“Only when I orgasm.”
“Do you find that most guys don’t satisfy you?”
“Here’s hoping tonight is different.”
Anders yanked her to him, snaking his arm around her waist, grinding against her slightly as his tongue invaded her mouth. She tasted of wings and hotness and rum and vodka and cherry too. An intoxicating combination that had him growing even harder.
“Oh, tonight will be,” he murmured into her ear before lightly nipping at her lobe.
“Then let’s get started.”
She tugged on his hand, and they raced up the rest of the stairs, through the door, down the hall and to the right to his room.
The way she was pawing at him, trying to take his clothes off already, had him fumbling with getting the key card in the slot. Damn, she was an animal.
But it turned out she was only teasing him. From behind him, she pulled his shirt from his jeans and ran her fingers up and down his back, her nails lightly scratching his skin. Then she wrapped her arms around his middle for an embrace. Up her hands went, exploring his chest now. If her hands didn’t descend lower and soon, he was just going to have to take her right here, right now, hallway and the possibility of being seen be damned.
“You could take my shirt off, you know.”
“I know.” She went back to snuggling against him.
“I’m going to make you pay.”
The she-wolf moved forward to stand beside him and yanked the card key out of his hand. “Considering you can’t even unlock the door, what can you do to make me pay?” She moved to unlock the door.
His hand gripped her shoulder, and he forced her back against the door. His hand touched her throat as he sucked on her lower lip. Her eyes widened. His hand trailed down to her right breast, palming it, squeezing it. Even through her bra and shirt, he could feel her nipple harden.
Without warning, he pulled back. “Yeah. I think I can make you pay all right.” He smirked and threw her a wink.
To which she responded by grabbing him through his pants and squeezing. “You feel like you’re ready to burst now.”
Damn this she-wolf. He was more than ready.
He ripped the card key and finally opened the door. His shoe kicked it shut behind him, and he hesitated long enough to lock it before he ripped off his shirt.
Her eyes bulged at that. “Are you in the habit of ruining clothes?”
“Only when they’re keeping me from what I want.”
She sauntered over to him and tiptoed her fingers up his bicep to his chest. “Don’t you mean who?”
He couldn’t take it any longer. Anders eased her out of her shirt and stared at her lace bra, loving how her tightened nipples poked through the lacey material. Bending down, he took one into his mouth and sucked through her bra cup. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. When he tried to pull back, she yanked slightly, so he nipped her nipple. Her strangled gasp shot a jolt through him straight to his cock.
His cock that begged to be freed.
Her grip on his hair loosened, and Anders backed up enough to remove his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. He kicked them away and his shoes, taking off his socks as well. Now he stood in front of her in all his naked glory, and from the way she bit her lower lip and looked him over, her gaze continually returning to his cock, he knew she would not disappoint him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled.
“So I am. Want to do something about it?”
“If you don’t start to do a striptease for me, I’m going to strip you myself, whether by ripping them off of you or using my teeth. Whatever you want.”
A long finger tapped her cheek. “I think I like the idea of teeth.”
This she-wolf was going to be the end of him. He just knew it.