My teeth grazed against his lower lip as I kissed my way down his chest. The salty taste of his skin teased my senses, reminding me of the powerful way his muscles flexed during our yoga session. My lips drifted down his abs, and I slid a finger along the waist of his shorts. His hands fisted in my hair as I drank in the desire in his gaze. I pressed a hot, slow kiss to the soft skin just below his navel and carefully pulled his shorts off.
Standing before him in my open robe, my eyes ran over his body. Every part of him was chiseled, proud, and ready. When my gaze reached his, I brought my hands up and pushed the robe off my shoulders. My skin felt warm where his eyes moved over me. He sat up on the edge of the bed and brought me closer, his fingers trailing up the back of my legs, along the curve of my ass until he gripped my hips. I bent to kiss his lips as I settled onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist until the tip of him brushed against me, teasing me.
His hot mouth fed on the skin along my shoulder, and my body tensed. He froze for a second and leaned back just enough to make eye contact.
“I want you, Sasha. Scars and all.” He tilted his hips, sinking deep inside of me, and I let my head fall back.
His lips left slow sensual kisses over the scar that ruined my life. And I didn’t retreat—I rode the passion, my hips bucking against his, my body aching for release. His fingers tightened on my waist as my nails scratched down his back. Our lips met again, needy and urgent, and he claimed my mouth over and over again.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my muscles starting to clench around him.
He growled in answer, working himself even harder, deeper, touching me in places I never knew existed. Our bodies fit together, perfect, so different from the insanity my life had become. I struggled to cling to the pleasure, but the tide was building until I finally felt myself surrender. My entire body shuddered, trembling in his arms as he erupted inside of me.
Chapter Fifteen
I held her in my arms, closing my eyes and drinking in her scent. Praying this wasn’t all an amazing dream. If I woke up and found her in the other bed sleeping, I was going to be royally pissed. I twirled my fingers in her hair, still wet from the shower, and felt her hand slide up my back.
My lips curled into a smile. This wasn’t a dream.
She started to pull away, but I didn’t loosen my grip. I didn’t want the moment to end yet. I wasn’t sure what had happened between her telling me to fuck off and her coming out to seduce me, but if I asked she probably wouldn’t tell me. In fact, it’d likely make her run.
But if I kept her in my arms, everything didn’t have to get complicated.
As the blood returned to my brain I realized we hadn’t used a condom. I usually didn’t give it much thought since a female couldn’t conceive—at least not from me—unless she was converted to a wolf.
But Lana was a jaguar, and she had twins. This was a helluva lot more complicated. Shit.
I held Sasha a little tighter, forcing the thought from my head for now.
“Okay, you’ve got to let me breathe, wolf.”
“We just made love, and you still can’t say my name?”
She stared at me with her dark, mysterious eyes. “I don’t want to fight.”
“I’m not fighting.” I slid my hands down her body and did my best not to sigh when she got up.
She bent down to grab her robe and slipped it on. Cinching it at the waist, she started pacing, and it was all I could do not to ask her flat-out what the hell was going on. I had a right to know, but that didn’t necessarily mean she’d tell me. Not until she was good and ready.
A minute ago we were moving together, connected on more than one level. Now she stood across the room, and I was left wondering why the fates were fucking with me again.
“That gun we brought back from the mall is a Beretta, a Special Forces gun. And judging by the kill shot he attempted tonight, his mission isn’t to bring me back alive.”
Would this woman ever stop making my head spin? I forced myself to take a breath before I spoke. My cool head in tough situations used to be something I was proud of, but she pushed buttons I didn’t know I had. All my years of business experience, negotiating multi-million-dollar investment deals, went right out the window when Sasha was involved.
“How can you shift gears so fast?” I looked up at her. “Are we going to pretend like we didn’t just have sex? Is that your plan?”
She stopped pacing and spun around. Her eyes blazed with frustration, and the wolf inside of me growled in response. She was a beautiful, sexy ball of fire. And even though she didn’t believe it yet, she was mine.
“I’m not pretending anything.” She brought her hand up and pointed to her chest. “
My shoulders tensed. “I’m well aware of that, but I wasn’t the one who came out of the shower and got in bed with me.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Neither were you, so why are you pretending it didn’t happen?”
“It was just sex, all right?” She shook her head and resumed pacing. “It doesn’t change anything.”
My gut tightened up. It changed everything. The wolf inside of me had claimed her. In spite of whatever Sasha thought, to the wolf it was very simple: she belonged to us, my mate. We were bound together come what may. How could I make her understand that?
I couldn’t. I reached for my shorts and pulled them on before moving past her to the untouched king-sized bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Going back to sleep. Since we already had sex, sleeping together shouldn’t be an issue, right?” I tossed the extra pillows on the floor and slid between the crisp sheets. “With any luck, I’ll wake up and all of this will have been a bad dream.”
The heat in her glare almost burned. “Why are you being such an asshole?”
“Look,
She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say a word, the room phone rang. Sasha moved with inhuman speed to the bed. In one fluid movement, she retrieved her gun from where she must’ve stashed it under the pillow and had it aimed at the door while she reached for the phone.
I could see by her expression and the way she lowered the pistol that she recognized the person on the other end of the line. When she placed the handset back on the cradle she met my eyes.
“Sebastian is at the Denny’s about two blocks from here.” She plucked some clothes from her dresser and headed for the bathroom.
Just the mention of the slimy bastard’s name made my gut clench. “You’re going out now? It’s after midnight.”
“It’s open twenty-four hours.” She started to close the door.
“I’m going with you.” I got up, shaking my head. “This could be a trap. You’re not meeting with him alone.”
She rolled her eyes. “If he was trying to double-cross me, he would’ve given Nero’s guy my hotel and room number by now. I don’t have time to debate this with you.”
The second the bathroom door closed I wanted to break the goddamn thing down. What was she thinking? Sebastian had fucked up her life, and now she was getting dressed to go meet him? Why was she working with him anyway?
I changed, pulling on the new black jeans we bought, along with a dark green button-down shirt. When Sasha emerged from the bathroom she almost smiled, but just as quickly her all-business mask was in place. She slipped her arms through her shoulder holster and drew her gun to check the ammunition in the magazine.
