Night Moves (3 page)

As each spasm died down, he lapped at her, probing her with his tongue and tormenting her clit until the convulsions raced through her again. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to push herself over the final ledge into space, but his hands kept her thighs far apart and her cunt open to his marauding mouth.

When he released her and rose to his full height, his chin glistening with her cream, she wanted to scream at him to do it more. Again. Harder. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue, coated with her taste, inside her mouth. This time when he broke the kiss, he lifted her into his arms.

“Bedroom,” he growled, his voice low and rough.

“Upstairs,” she gasped. “First door.”

He took the steps two at a time, holding her as if she weighed nothing, and pushed her bedroom door open with his foot. When he placed her on the bed and stood up, she got her first real glimpse of him naked. Her eyes flew wide open, and her throat was suddenly dry.

He was gorgeous, a towering mass of lean, hard muscles, his chest covered with a pelt of hair as dark as that on his head, stomach flat, thighs made of ropes of muscle beneath the skin. And a thick, swollen cock that made her gasp. It stood straight out from his body, the head a deep purple, pre-cum glistening at the slit, the heavy sac of his testicles resting against his thighs.

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Oh, God! He was more magnificent than any man she’d ever seen. There was something so…animalistic about him. So basic. So primitive. She had to restrain herself from licking her lips.

“You are unbelievably gorgeous,” he rasped, his eyes taking in every inch of her.

He knelt between her thighs, bending her legs and separating them so he had a full, unobstructed view of her cunt. One finger brushed the tip of her clit then drew a soft line down to the opening of her vagina before slipping inside. When he withdrew it wet with her juices, he leaned forward and painted her nipples, then licked them clean, sucking them one at a time into his mouth.

Brian seemed determined to put his mouth on every inch of her body. He kissed his way from the valley of her breasts down to her navel, swirling his tongue in the indentation, then following a line to her mound where his tongue brushed through her curls. Then he turned his attention to the inside of her thighs, trailing licks and kisses from crease to ankle on one leg and back up the other. He seemed to be dedicating himself to eliciting the most pleasure from her. And every place he touched quaked beneath the sensuous onslaught.

Regan couldn‘t help the delicious shivers that raced through her. She’d never thought of her ankles or the backs of her knees as erogenous zones, but under Brian’s attention each place he touched sent darts of pleasure directly to her core. He wielded his mouth like an erotic weapon, attacking and retreating, her need rising with each feathery touch. She heard a low, keening sound and realised it was coming from her,

Trailing his tongue back up to her neck, Brian kissed the hollow at the base of her throat where she was sure her pulse was about to beat through the sensitive skin. When he moved his mouth and bit gently on the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met, she felt the trembling within her begin all over again.

“I haven’t nearly finished tasting every inch of you,” he told her, his voice thick with lust. “But if I’m not inside you in two seconds, I’ll explode. I need to fuck you. Now.”

He grabbed a condom he’d dropped onto her nightstand, ripped the foil open and sheathed himself. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he took his cock in one hand, opened her lips with the fingers of the other, and with one strong push, seated himself completely inside her.

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At first, she tried to pull away. Too big, her brain blared. Too wide. Too thick. As wet and slick as she was, her pussy still had to stretch almost beyond its limits to accommodate his size, and she flinched involuntarily.

“Shh, shh,” he crooned. “It’s all right. You can take it. Just hold still and let yourself adjust to it. God, Regan. You feel like heaven.” He closed his eyes, and a soft growl rumbled up from his throat.

Regan took deep, slow breaths, focusing only on the incredible spikes of pleasure stabbing through her and the growing intensity of the pulse throbbing in her womb. In a moment, she felt her flesh give elastically and adjust to Brian’s thick, hard penis. No other man had ever taken her with such power, such demand and hunger, and that alone stoked her response to him.

Little by little, she felt her inner muscles expanding to accommodate him, felt the spike of desire that jolted her, pushing away any sense of pain or discomfort. And then, miraculously, it was as if they’d been doing this forever. As if his cock was meant specifically for her cunt. A perfect fit. The realisation stunned and dazed her.

“Okay?” he asked after a minute.

She nodded, and he lifted her buttocks, sinking in even deeper.

Her entire body felt stretched beyond endurance, but she was well past the point of discomfort, spinning onto a plane where pinpoints of pleasure stabbed at her. Her blood thundered in her ears. He rolled his hips, thrusting in and out of her, pulling out until only the tip of the head was buried in the clasp of her pussy then driving back inside again.

She lost all track of herself, consumed only by the pleasure burning inside her and the feeling of his swollen cock.

“Pinch your nipples,” he rasped, his breathing choppy. “Now. Do it, Regan.”

As if her hands had a mind all their own, she reached for her nipples, took them between her fingers and pinched them hard. Thunderbolts shot to her womb, and the insistent pounding of her blood in her ears grew louder and louder.

Her orgasm didn’t so much as roll through her as claw its way through her body. The walls of her pussy sucked at Brian’s cock, pulling at it, and her hands clutched at his arms.

Locking her ankles behind his neck, she gave herself over to the cataclysmic convulsions.

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picked her up and shaken her, tossing her into a whirling vortex. She couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

Finally, as she felt Brian gather himself, she fell over the edge screaming his name. He roared his release, bracing himself on his forearms and spurting into the thin latex shield.

When the whirlwind blew itself out, he drew her legs down from his shoulders and eased them onto the mattress then lowered himself and rolled to his side, taking her with him. Still connected. Holding her close against him, the sweat on their bodies gluing them together.

Regan could feel their hearts thudding together, hear the sounds as they each drew in a great lungful of air, felt the slowing of their pulse rates.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was low against her ear. “If so, I’m sorry. I just had such a great need to be inside you. I couldn’t…couldn’t wait.”

“I’m okay.” A little sore but the twinges were more than worth it.

Slowly, as if with great reluctance, he slid his cock from the clasp of her vagina, and rolled off the bed. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the lassitude of the most incredible sex she’d ever had, and listened to him moving around in her bathroom. Disposing of the condom. Washing his hands. Whatever. Then he was back beside her, cradling her against the hard wall of his chest, one hand stroking lazily down her spine.

“I’m not going to insult either of us by apologising,” he said in a lazy voice. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me when I tell you this isn’t the way I usually begin a relationship with our clients. But there was something so strong between us the minute you walked into the office. I know it and you know it, so it would be stupid to deny it, right?”

Regan sighed. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t fall into bed with men an hour after I meet them, either,” she said. “But you’re right. Whatever this is, it’s like a living thing gripping us.”

He tilted her chin up and brushed his lips against hers. “This isn’t the end, either, Regan. I haven’t nearly begun to do all the things to you and with you that I want.”

She looked up into his amber eyes, glowing with satisfaction. “And then what, Brian?

Spectacular sex and thanks for the buggy ride.”

He took a long time answering her. “No, I don’t think so. Not at all. But first, we’ve got to catch whoever’s after you. Then we can make plans.” He pulled away from her and sat up.

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“To that end, I’m going to check and make sure the house is secure. Maybe my truck in the driveway will deter whoever it is tonight, also. Then we’re going to get a good night’s sleep.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re spending the night with me?”

He grinned, a slow, lazy, grin. “The first of many. After all, how can I guard your body if I’m too far away from it?”

But at that moment the telephone rang, breaking the mood. Regan looked at Brian.

“Answer it,” he told her. “It’s late for someone to call.”

“It could be something breaking on one of my cases,” she told him and picked up the receiver.

“Hello? Hello? Who’s there?”

There was silence on the other end then a whispered, “Bitch. You think you’ve got it all.

Think again.”

She stared at the receiver, now hearing only a dial tone. She looked up at Brian, her hand shaking, and repeated what the voice had said.

Brian’s jaw clenched. “Tomorrow, we’re also putting caller id on your phone, and setting a trace.” He pulled her towards him. “Meanwhile, let’s go to bed. I can chase the demons away for the rest of the night.”

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Brian looked up as his brother, Luke, knocked lightly on the door frame.

“Aren’t you the early bird?” Luke grinned. “I know you didn’t sleep here last night.”

He dropped into one of the client chairs. “By the way, just out of curiosity, where
did
you sleep?”

“None of your business,” Brian snapped. The urge to shift had been exceptionally powerful this morning, fuelled by his rage at Regan’s stalker. The short run he’d been able to get in hadn’t satisfied his body by half. “Just tell me the geek squad has been running the list of names I emailed everyone.”

Luke nodded. “We’re here to do your bidding, big brother. Care to give me a rundown.”

Brian gave him a thumbnail overview of Regan’s case, hitting just the high spots. “I’m in the process of writing a full preliminary report for everyone now. I want Stan out there today upgrading her security system. I’ve got a key for him to get in.” He reached in his pocket and slid it across the desk. “I’m going to install the system in her car myself.”

“Giving this one a lot of personal attention, are you?” One corner of Luke’s mouth turned up in a half smile.

“I give every case my full attention,” he growled.

“Uh huh. I might take you more seriously if you hadn’t shown up in the same clothes you wore yesterday.”

Damn!

He’d awoken early in the morning, the need to shift fierce inside him. Checking to make sure Regan was still in a deep sleep, he’d slipped downstairs and allowed himself the freedom of a short run. Then he’d been in such a hurry to get started this morning he’d just showered at Regan’s and pulled on the same slacks and t-shirt. Trust his brother to notice.

“I want a bodyguard detail, too,” he went on, as if Luke hadn’t spoken. “Two-legged and four-legged kind.”

“I’m assuming you’re taking care of the two-legged variety yourself?” Luke chuckled.

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“Let’s look at the work schedule and see who’s available for what,” Brian said, ignoring his brother’s comments.

He was having a hard enough time focusing as it was. He’d fucked a lot of women in his life. Probably more than his share. Some had been pliable, some exciting, some challenging. But none of them had set his body on fire the way Regan Matthews did. He’d taken her twice more before dawn, and he was hard again now, wanting her as if his life depended on it.

He had no idea what the hell he was going to do. Taking her to bed was a simple enough process, but what he felt for Regan was much deeper and more complex. And what would happen if he told her he was a shape shifter, half man and half wolf. After one disastrous experience years ago, he’d sought out and mated only with women of his kind.

None of them had even come close to igniting the raging fire within him that Regan did.

Shit! Hell and damn, too.

He realised Luke was still talking and tried to get his brain in gear again.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Damn!” Luke swallowed a smile. “You must have it bad. I said who do you like for the most logical suspect?”

Brian shook his head. “The list she gave me runs three pages. She’s sure pissed off a lot of people. But four of them stand out.” He tapped a key on his keyboard, and a page emerged on his computer screen. “Regan doesn’t agree with me, but I don’t think she can be objective.”

He pointed to the first one. “Hart Cameron. Multimillionaire investor who killed his wife. Regan got the goods on him and put him away forever. He’s got the money and contacts to hire someone to get rid of her.”

“Possible,” Luke agreed. “Very possible.”

“Then there’s Manuel Acosta, local chief of a huge Mexican drug cartel. Those guys don’t mess around. If he’s ordered a hit, she’s already in someone’s sights.”

“Except for one thing,” Luke interrupted. “Cartel leaders don’t send advance notice or use phone calls to intimidate people. They drive by, shoot, and get the hell out. Same thing with the third name on your list. This is too sophisticated for him.” He leaned forward and looked more closely at the screen. “Who’s the fourth one? Greg Sampson. Ex-boy friend?”

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“Yeah. Another attorney on the district attorney’s homicide staff. But Regan insists the break-up was amicable and that there were no hard feelings.”