Page 7 of Wolves in Lust
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.
5
It took all of Misti’s self-control to stand still and not rip her clothes off herself. She had never been this hot for anyone before. Dripping wet and he hadn’t really touched her, not yet. Just the thought of what he could do to her, for her, had her quivering with anticipation.
He stalked toward her like she was a dessert he wanted to devour. Her eyes closed, and she waited for him to touch her.
She didn’t have to wait long.