A Werewolf in Manhattan (15 page)

Too late.
He’d hesitated, and now he’d never make the lobby in time. He had one option left, and he hoped it would still work for him. “I need to kiss you, Emma.” He cupped the back of her head and slid his arm around her waist. “Hold very still.”

“Aidan? Your teeth are so white and so—”

He used what little control he had left to lower his head and kiss her gently.
Easy now, light pressure.
He could only tease her mouth with his, because if he kissed her fully, he’d draw blood. His canines were sharp enough.

She was so innocent, so trusting. Dear God, he hoped he hadn’t waited too long. If he shifted now, in front of her, she might never get over the shock of it. What if he still craved her after the shift? Would he take her while he was in wolf form? He’d never been in this precarious position before. It was uncharted territory.

But, ah, he wouldn’t shift. As she kissed him back and pressed her sweet little body to his, his teeth stopped aching, and his canines began to retract. His tailbone no longer bothered him, either. The insistent pressure he’d felt there had moved forward and now affected his cock. Women were used to that phenomenon. In fact, they seemed to enjoy making it happen.

As his shift gradually reversed, his lust grew stronger. Her natural scent had begun to filter through the fragrant oils from her bath, and he fumbled with the tie of her robe, impatient to remove it and sniff every inch of her naked body.

His topcoat was in the way, and he released her temporarily, still keeping contact with her luscious mouth as he shrugged out of his coat and dropped it to the floor. Freed of that burden, he worked her out of the robe.

Yes.
At last he could stroke, touch, fondle. He buried his nose in the side of her neck and breathed in as he ran both hands over her quivering skin. She was smooth, warm, moist ...
rich.
So rich.

The scent of her drove him to nuzzle her breasts. He’d learned that kisses could disguise his real purpose, which was to breathe in every delicious aroma rising from her body. The more he caressed her, the sweeter she smelled. He trailed kisses down between her breasts as he absorbed every tantalizing fragrance along the way.

Dropping to his knees, he cupped her bottom and kissed her navel, but his goal was the downy patch of blond curls just below, where the musky scent of arousal called to him with a siren’s song. When he reached his destination and breathed in her essence, he growled low in his throat.

She trembled, but didn’t resist as he sought her out with a swipe of his tongue. She tasted as he’d known she would, like the nectar he’d dreamed of all his life and never found in either wolf or woman. He needed more.

“Come down.” Bracketing her waist with both hands, he guided her to her knees, then onto the thick carpet.

Her breath came fast. “Aidan ... there’s a perfectly good bed ...”

He didn’t want a bed. Urging her legs apart, he settled down on the carpet and slid both arms under her hips. Then he took her, burying his nose in her fragrant sweetness and using his tongue to lap, to caress, to arouse in ways that were guided partly by human instinct, partly by the wolf that lay just under the surface.

She responded like the wild thing he’d always suspected she could be. He’d read her books, watched her dance. He’d sensed the sensual creature waiting to be turned loose.

He gave her that freedom. By holding nothing back, by making low urgent sounds deep in his throat, he bid her to writhe in his arms, arch toward his ravenous mouth, and cry out for more. He made her come once, twice, three times before she sagged against the carpet, panting, her body limp and quivering.

The smell of sex filled his nostrils as he suckled her gently, easing her back from the last shattering climax. His shift was in retreat because he’d fooled his body into thinking relief was at hand. If he’d been in wolf form, it would be.

But he’d pleasured her as a man, which meant he had to follow human rules. That meant pretending that he had to avoid pregnancy. Kissing his way back up her moist skin, he gazed into her heavy-lidded eyes. “We need room service.”

She frowned.

“Never mind.” He feathered a kiss over her lips. “You’ll see.” Reaching for the robe that had fallen to the carpet, he pulled it over her and got to his feet. A phone sat on a nearby end table.

Picking up the receiver, he punched the button for the front desk. “A box of Trojans, ASAP,” he said, and replaced the receiver.

A muffled sound made him turn toward Emma. She had a hand over her mouth, but she was definitely laughing.

Crouching beside her, he tossed aside the robe and lifted her into his arms. “Go ahead and laugh. Some of us still have business to take care of.”

“But room service?”

He carried her toward the master bedroom. “That’s how the wealthy handle these things. I hope you’re rested up, because I have plans for you while we’re waiting for those Trojans.”

Chapter 11

Emma wasn’t going to argue with the man. He’d turned her inside out, and she couldn’t believe she had more to give in that department, but he seemed to know his way around a woman’s body. No man had ever given her an orgasm on the living-room carpet smack-dab in the middle of a luxury penthouse, let alone
three.

She was curious as to what he had in mind until room service arrived. Whatever it was, she had a good feeling about it. Aidan was all she’d imagined he would be, and she hadn’t even seen the package she hoped he’d deliver to her once he was supplied with condoms.

Settling her in the middle of the king-sized bed, he pulled the covers out from under her in one quick motion so that she was lying on the smooth white sheet. Feeling incredibly satisfied and decadent, she gazed up at the provider of all things orgasmic.

She might be naked, but he was still mostly clothed. She’d managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and pulled out of his slacks, but that was the extent of her efforts.

Still, she had a nice view of his pecs and his muscled abs when the shirt billowed open. Funny, but when she’d first started unbuttoning his shirt, she’d thought he had more chest hair. Now she could see he had an average amount. She must have been so focused on getting him to stay that she’d misjudged.

There was no chance she’d misjudged the firm length of him pressed up against her when they were kissing, though. No doubt he had some magnificence going on underneath that expensive pair of slacks. She was more than eager to find out what would be modeling one of those Trojans.

“There’s another robe in the closet,” she said. “You could get out of those clothes and keep the robe handy for when room service arrives.”

“I thought I might do that.” He stripped off his shirt and threw it on a nearby chair. Then he nudged off his wingtips without untying them.

She barely noticed his shoes because she was too entranced by his biceps. The guy was ripped. No wonder he’d been able to pick her up so easily and carry her in here without breaking a sweat. “You must work out a lot.”

“Some.” He reached for the buckle of his belt.

She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Let me.”

“All right.” He walked to the side of the bed with that loose-hipped, easy stride that turned her into jelly.

“I’m glad I asked.” Sitting with one leg on either side of him, she ran her knuckles slowly up and down the material being thrust forward by his erection and was rewarded with the sound of his breath hissing out between his clenched teeth.

“Maybe I should be the one to answer the door when room service arrives,” she murmured as she unfastened the buckle on his belt. “You may be indisposed.”

“If I am, you will be, too.”

“We’ll see about that.” His belt flexed easily, indicating the dark brown leather was top grade. She could see how a person could get used to handling only the best. She was about to do that once she unwrapped his package.

After his belt hung open, she tuned in to his breathing as she unfastened his slacks. The cadence definitely picked up. So did hers. Because she was a writer and knew the value of suspense, she slowed her movements. Grasping the zipper, she edged it down tooth by tooth. Tension coiled within her, and the body she’d thought was thoroughly sated was no longer in that condition. She wanted him again.

“Emma.” His voice was strained.

“I’m building anticipation. It’s a plot device.”

He made a noise that sounded like—no, it definitely was—a growl.

“Excuse me? Did you just growl?”

He groaned. “I want your hands on me. I want your
mouth
on me, Emma.”

“I see.” She finished with the zipper and pushed his slacks to the floor.

As he stepped out of them, she admired his black knit boxers that so lovingly cradled his awe-inspiring equipment. She was about to divest him of the boxers, too, but he didn’t give her the chance.

Slipping his thumbs under the elastic, he shoved the boxers down, and his glorious cock sprang free.

She drew in a sharp breath. He was even more impressive than she’d imagined. Those Trojans couldn’t get here soon enough.

“Dear God, touch me, Emma, before I combust.”

She didn’t have to be asked twice. With one hand circling his cock and the other cupping his balls, she leaned down and brushed her mouth over the velvet crown of his penis. His shiver inspired her to use her tongue to lick the smooth surface, and he moaned softly.

Another pass with her tongue, and a clear drop of liquid appeared at the very tip. She tasted its salty goodness, and another appeared to take its place. This time she closed her mouth over the rounded dome and applied gentle suction.

He gasped and combed his fingers through her hair to press them against her scalp. Then slowly, gradually, he urged her down, until the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Yet still, her hand encircled the base. She hadn’t taken all of him.

Breathing hard, he held her head as he withdrew. Then he went to his knees in front of her. His voice revealed the strain of controlling his needs. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not this way, and not when I begin to thrust. But I’m crazy for you, Emma. I’m afraid I’ll forget myself and—”

She looked into his golden eyes that glowed with lust. “I’m not afraid.”

His thumbs brushed her cheeks. “You should be. You’re small. I never expected to be here with you like this, and now that I am, I’m quivering with the need to drive into you. I’m afraid I’ll overpower you and take you with no regard for what I’m doing. Don’t let me. Make me stop if I lose all reason.”

“You won’t.”

“I can’t promise that, Emma. I’ve never felt quite like this before.”

“Never?” Hot excitement bubbled within her at his confession.

“No, never. I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but I want you in a way that ...” He shook his head. “In a way I can’t even explain.”

“We’ll go slow.”

“Maybe I can’t.”

“Then the first time I’ll sit astride you.”

“All right.” He drew a shaky breath. “That might help.”

The doorbell chimed.

“Let me go,” she murmured.

“No.” He stood and took the robe from the back of a chair. “The trip will do me good. Maybe I’ll be more in control when I come back.”

“Don’t be stubborn. My state of arousal is a whole lot less obvious than yours.” She made a grab for the robe. “I’ll go.”

“No.” He held the robe out of reach. Then he put it on, but as he tied it he seemed to realize the problem and pulled on his boxers, too. “I trust this hotel, but if anybody besides the bellman is at the door, I want to be the one answering it, not you wearing a bathrobe and looking as if you’ve just been ...”

“Ravished by the Big Bad Wolf?”

He looked startled.

“Just referencing your family crest,” she said with a smile. “I think it’s cool.”

“Oh.”

“I hope I didn’t offend you by joking about it.”

“I don’t get offended easily.”

“I didn’t think so. And for the record, I meant it as a compliment. I don’t subscribe to the Little Red Riding Hood view of Big Bad Wolves.” She winked at him. “I kinda like them.”

“Glad to hear it, little girl.” Leering suggestively, he turned and left the bedroom.

Laughing, she hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom to see whether she looked as ravished as she felt. Sure enough, anyone who saw her would know exactly what she’d been up to. Her tousled hair and the flush that covered her entire body would give her away.

She combed her fingers through her tangled hair and then ran her hands over her breasts and down her body. Every nerve ending was alive and singing with joy. She hadn’t had sex like this in ... well, ever.

“Emma, where did you go?” Aidan called from the bedroom.

“In here.”

He walked into the bathroom holding the box of condoms. When he saw her standing in front of the gilt-framed mirror, he paused. “You’re so beautiful.” Shoving the box into the pocket of the robe, he came up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts.

She leaned back against him and wiggled a little so the robe parted. His chest hair felt so soft and silky, almost like the pelt of an animal. “You make me feel that way.”

“You should always feel that way. Your breasts are perfect.” He brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “I love watching them tighten when I do this.”

Her pulse quickened. “It’s really something, watching you touch me.”

“Touching you. Arousing you.” He buried his nose in her neck. “The more you’re aroused, the better you smell.”

“Then I must smell really good right now.” She’d become damp and achy as he played with her nipples and fit his pelvis against her bottom. She felt the insistent press of his cock as it strained against the knit material of his boxers.

“You smell incredible.” He nipped the side of her neck gently as he slid one hand down between her legs. “Especially here.” Dipping his fingers into her wetness, he brought them back up to his nose and breathed in.