Page 30 of Ice Wolf
His fingers thrusting inside my pussy while his thumb rubbed my clit.
I was wet all over, my thong so damp the scent of my desire wafted between us. Why couldn’t I shove the images of his hot body out of my mind? His thick cock that could be… Oh, no. I was not going down this rocky path. Yet, the thought of the sexy man plunging his shaft past my already swollen folds kept me in a tizzy.
When he finally pulled our lips apart, he issued a deep growl that sent another wave of tingles all the way to my toes. As he licked around my lips, I could barely breathe, my heart doing pitter-patters.
“That was fabulous, darlin’. Just like I remembered. Sweet like cherries, tangy like oranges. I can’t wait to do that all over again. You know, for practice. My coach always said, practice makes perfect.”
He backed away by only a few inches, winking at the same time and I had the strong urge to slap him across the face.
But I resisted.
Although I rubbed one hand with the other and he caught the gesture. “Now, you wouldn’t be thinking about slapping me. Would you? That would be considered assault. Although it would be fun to see what damage a tiny girl like you could do.”
He’d managed to almost goad me again.
“Trust me, Mr. Masters. If I’d wanted to slap you, I would have and you would have felt it. In fact, you’d be on the floor.”
Assaulting him would hardly leave a good impression on our first day of working together. Although right now, a huge part of me wanted to risk it.
“This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait to get started.” He laughed and swaggered to the door, spinning around to face me just before walking outside. “Oh, and baby girl, wear something more casual. I like that braid though. I can only imagine what it will feel like pulling it when I need another taste. This isn’t all business. Get ready for me to rock your world, little miss librarian.”
“Hold on. I have a question for you.”
He nodded. “Go for it.”
I remained where I was, showing him what it felt like to be scrutinized under a heated gaze. “Have you seen the video from the bar?”
“I have.”
“It’s damning.”
“It is.”
He didn’t seem concerned at all. I folded my arms, locking eyes with his. The same insane electricity tingled my arms and legs. And I hated him for it. “Are you a shifter?”
“A shifter. Define.”
“Oh, please. You’re an intelligent guy. You graduated with honors from Stanford while playing hockey. Either that or you fooled a significant number of people. Werewolves are creations of diabolical minds interested in selling books and movies. They are grossly deformed after transitions, the thing nightmares are made of. Shifters blend in among us, turning freely from their original animal form into a human. Some prefer to live in their human form while others enjoy their natural state allowing them free rein to hunting and indulging in their primal instincts.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Good. Then before we actually get started, answer the question so I know what I’m dealing with.”
Saint scratched his head, half laughing. I noticed his gaze never shifted in another direction, his eyes boring into mine in the most sensual way. As he slowly moved his palm with his flexed fingers down his chest, I sucked in my breath.
Don’t do it. Don’t you dare.
But he did, gripping the thick bulge between his legs. “I guess you’ll need to complete every single test in order to find out.”
When I said nothing, he offered an even wider smile than before. His teeth were pearly white and my wacked-out brain couldn’t help but wonder what his canines looked like.
Oh, crap. What was wrong with me?
As soon as he disappeared, I slumped over the table. Holy crap. What was that about? I took several quick breaths, biting back a strangled laugh. I’d never felt that kind of unbridled hunger before. Wow.
Breathe. Just breathe.
For a few minutes, that’s all I forced myself to do.
