she?”
“Yeah.” Reno ran a
finger over his cheekbone, reliving the moment when she’d drawn
blood and his wolf had sprung to life, ready to reciprocate.
Brad grinned. “If
you’re lucky she might leave some more marks on you before the
night is over.”
Reno suddenly
focussed back on the train of conversation and, realizing Brad’s
brain was in the gutter, reached over and smacked him hard on the
shoulder. The action only elicited a laugh from the man.
“Whatever. I’m off
to get Tabi. Hope you get to do some ‘tutoring’ with Brandi
tonight. Maybe you can show her some new moves.” Brad winked and
left, leaving Reno trying to push the images evoked by those words
out of his head.
He couldn’t be too
upset with Brad. After all, it turned out the man had done him a
favour.
His wolf rumbled
in approval as he continued to watch Brandi dance. The sound of the
music, the din of conversation, and the clink of glasses faded into
the background as he became mesmerized by her movements. Only the
deep bass throb of the drums had any impact on him. It thundered in
his ears, matching the beat of his heart and the ever increasing
throb in his groin.
Unexpectedly,
Brandi opened her eyes and he found himself staring directly into a
pool of sea green. She faltered, almost coming to a stop before
recovering and continuing to dance. However, her gaze remained
locked with his and he made no attempt to hide the lust that he
knew must be blazing in his eyes.
Her hips moved,
breasts swaying from side to side. Another rumble rose in his chest
as the ache in his body grew. The primitive background music
swelled, surrounding him, summoning the wild creature inside him,
and uniting with it.
Reno wasn’t a
dancer yet he found himself moving to join her. He clasped her hips
with his hands, bringing her closer to him. Their bodies touched,
retreated, then touched again. She ran her hands up his arms to his
shoulders, finally resting her palms against his chest. The heat of
her touch burnt into him and his breath caught in his throat.
God, what was
coming over him? He wasn’t some young pup who got randy at the
sight of any passable female. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply
seeking some self-control, but her scent filled his nostrils
instead, pulling him even deeper under her intoxicating spell.
Unable to resist,
he held her tight, grinding their hips together, making his desires
known. He felt her body jerk, her quick inhalation a quiet hiss as
she registered his arousal. Leaning even closer, he nuzzled her
neck and spoke directly into her ear, his voice rough with
need.
“Feel what you do
to me.”
She clenched her
hands where they rested on his chest, her nails scraping lightly
through the material. A groan escaped his lips. Her muscles tensed,
and after a pause, she answered breathily. “Me too.”
“Really?” He
leaned back and studied her flushed face, her heavy lidded eyes.
Through her thin t-shirt he could see her erect nipples. It was
like a punch to his gut and he tightened his grip on her even more.
“Do you want to leave?”
She hesitated and
seemed about to look around for her friends then apparently changed
her mind. A quick nod was followed by a husky “Yes.”
Her acquiescence
notched his desire up even more and he barely registered how they
left the bar or got to his car. “Your place or...?”
“Mine. It’s close
by and no one will be home. Tabi’s staying at Brad’s.” There was a
faint trembling in her voice and he reached out to hold her hand as
he drove, following her directions. Once he’d parked his car
outside her dorm, he turned to face her. It was hard to see in the
shadowy interior, but he could sense her nervousness.
“If you’ve changed
your mind...” He paused, giving her an out, but she shook her head
and surprised him by taking his face in her hands and kissing him
thoroughly.
The feel of her
warm mouth was his undoing. Unclasping his seatbelt, he twisted
around and
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