Page 10 of A Velvet Kiss After Dark

“I thought that was obvious.”

She shook her head mutinously. “I don’t know.”

A grin stole his luscious mouth. “There she is.” He stared deeply into her eyes. Unflinching and intelligent. “I finally found the scared little girl I’m used to seeing.”

So many thoughts flew through her mind, but all of them vanished as he leaned down and kissed her.

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"Scared little girl?"

Shoulders back, spine as straight as the Washington Monument, Tabitha glared at him in a way that spelled trouble. When a woman leveled a man with that kind of attitude, he knew he wouldn't be getting any kindness any time soon. Let alone a kiss. Much to his disappoint. Fetching a kiss from the Tabitha was something he was prone to do. Couldn't seem to help himself.

So, maybe he could have said it better. That certainly wasn't his most eloquent moment, 'specially with blood draining from his brain to fill his cock

For some reason, he had a difficult time staying away from the saucy human reporter with a penchant for trouble. At first he told himself it was only to ensure her safety, since he had, incidentally gotten her attacked. But then, he knew that wasn't the real answer. The real answer seemed to elude him.

Now she glared at him like she was about to fire a nuclear weapon his way via her orbital sockets. He had to admit though, he didn't care if she was angry at him or not.

The only thing that stopped his mouth from crashing down on hers and taking what he wanted was her single index finger pressed firmly against his mouth. Stopping all pretense of movement.

Still, his cock was lodged beautifully near the hot center of her. And wet it was. He could smell her flood of arousal. His mouth watered for a taste of her. He wanted those skinny jeans off, her leg flung over his shoulder and her sex pulsing against his face as she came. Rough hands pulling his hair, scratches down his back. He wanted the whole she-bang—and he wanted it with Tabitha. Had from the moment he saw her.

Why? Hell if hew knew. But his dick told him she was gonna be something special. A real treat. And he listened to Beast, which purred whenever she was near. As if she tamed that primordial part of him.

Just once he thrust, digging his rock hard cock against her. Her eyelids fluttered, flashing wide and she gasped, fingers curling into him nearly making him groan before that staunch glare returned.

"Put me down," she said.

He sighed heavily. But did as she bid.

His shoulders sagged in defeat. No stolen, passionate kisses tonight. And, to think, licking up her orgasm might've cheered up his sour mood. Or, at the very least, taken his thoughts away from the scorching pain in his stomach.

Kane stood to his full height and grimaced as his wound pounded with its own heartbeat of red-hot pain. Yeah, that shit hurt. Bad. At least he'd be healed by morning. He just needed some rest so he could regenerate. All werewolves had the ability to regenerate most wounds with rest. The older one was, the better they could regen overnight. Luckily for him, the gaping crater in his stomach would be good within a few hours of sleep.

Shaking the hand she'd touched his mouth with as if she'd touched something disgusting, she crossed her arms defiantly.

His brow furrowed and eye ticked. What, did she now suddenly find his touch revolting? He had half a mind to kiss her anyway. Just to remind her of how breathless and soft she could be when he kissed her.

He knew well. Because he'd kissed her before. The first time he'd ever done it, had been a brash, albeit from his point of view, a very intelligent decision. But then on whenever he saw her he felt compelled to kiss her. As if it'd be a completely morainic not to do so. Obviously she was quite kissable, and they'd both enjoyed it. So, why not make as much kissing as possible?

Besides, he'd never kissed her how he really, truly wanted to. That would be saved for one day.

He'd always felt her apprehension of him. She held herself back, in a big way around him. So he kept things easy with her. She was only human after all. Fragile creatures with short lifespans. Though they had a power all on their own. Their wits and ability to both kindness and wage war was relentlessly impressive to him.

Her glower had yet to abate. He took a deep breath for patience, then let it out. He supposed he had to explain himself now.

"Why is this so difficult for you?" He gritted out. "You are little. I am not. You are a girl. I am not. The end." He stared at her with a deadpan expression.

He was aggravated than he should be that he didn't get that kiss. To think: he could be wrapped up in her scent of flowers—or whatever the fuck that pretty smell was that was in her hair—instead of standing here in pain, arguing over nuances.

"Let's just put it this way, KaneGunner." She spoke his name with obvious disdain. "I'm not little. Little is something a child might be. I am a twenty-seven year old woman who menstruates, ovulates and gets breast exams, all right? I am not a 'little girl'. Does that clear things up for you, bigdog?"

A growl huffed from his lungs. Even she looked as startled as he felt that he'd let loose a part of his wolf.

"I am not a dog," he said slowly, choosing his words with extreme care.

He must make this clear to her if ever he was to kiss her again. Which he wanted. Even now. He could hear her heartbeat pounding harder as her ire rose and in turn his body responded. Blood growing hotter, thicker. He wanted to slant his mouth across hers and take and take and take… until she was clinging to his back. Her short nails digging into skin.

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