Hidden Crimes (8 page)

“My God,” she breathed, loving how strong he
was. “This is going to be good.”

“We’re doing this?” he panted. “This is
on?”

“This is
so
on.”

He let out that grunt again and turned her,
shoving her spine into the wall. They kissed openmouthed and
urgent, growing increasingly aggressive now that they’d given in to
their attraction. Nate’s clever seducer’s fingers opened her jeans
and slid in. His hand was underneath her panties, the smooth hard
tips of his fingers moving into her wet folds. He understood she
wasn’t breakable. When he found the pulse and swell of her
clitoris, he gave it a good strong squeeze.

Her private break room was soundproofed, but
her throaty moan still struck her as too noisy.

Not too noisy for him. Nate kissed her harder
and continued to rub her clit, his thumb and fingers rolling it
between them. He was skilled at this, seeming to know exactly where
the little rod was most sensitive. She supposed he might be reading
her energy, not an uncommon gift among weres. Whatever his secret,
he took advantage. He rubbed her sweet spots over and over,
alternating the pressure just enough not to numb them out.
Sensation coiled inside her groin, tingling, spreading, rising so
swiftly it startled her.

“Don’t,” she gasped into his mouth.

“Do,” he urged, breathing raggedly.

He wanted her to come without him, and that
wasn’t how she intended this to go. She fumbled for the front of
his nice trousers—some designer brand, she could tell. “I want you
inside me. I want you
with
me.”

His fastenings were more complicated than
hers. Getting nowhere with opening them, she gripped his erection
through the cloth. He growled at her. He sounded a little angry,
but she’d gotten her message through.

“Crap,” he said when she refused to let go.
Capitulating for now, he released her pussy and butt, allowing her
legs to slide down his. He dropped then, managing to reach his
knees in the confined space. Anger forgotten, he nuzzled her belly
through the traditional tunic shirt she wore. He inhaled, long and
slow, and she knew he was drawing in her essence. The room was too
cramped for him to bend lower.

Considering his hum of pleasure, she had no
doubt he would have otherwise.

She looked down just as he turned his face up
to her, his cheek against her stomach. His dark eyes glowed gold
within his lashes, almost like a tiger’s would. He smiled so
sweetly and yet so wryly that her heart felt momentarily
uncomfortable. He knew how impractical their attraction was. Her
hand had fallen to his hair and was stroking it. It was hard not to
notice his was silkier than hers.

“This is liable to be fast,” he warned
humorously.

“Then I guess we’ll have to do it more than
once.”

“Good. I don’t want to hear any nonsense
about us getting this out of our systems.”

That startled her. She had been thinking
along those lines. He distracted her by grinning, after which he
yanked her worn denim jeans and panties all the way down her legs.
Since he wasn’t able to kiss them, his hands claimed the honor of
admiring her naked calves. He smoothed his touch from their
shifting muscles to the back of her knees, where the warmth and
sensitivity of his palms did amazing things to places he wasn’t
close to touching.

Evina wondered if he had a roadmap to every
woman’s erogenous zones. He certainly seemed to be taking a tour of
hers. The energy with which the nerves in her clit were jumping
completely unnerved her.

“Are my legs all you’re interested in?” she
asked tartly.

He snorted out a laugh. “I’d remind you
patience is a virtue, but as it happens, I’m not feeling virtuous
myself.”

He proved it by rising so awkwardly his elbow
thumped the wall.

“The room is padded,” she pointed out when he
cursed softly.

“It’s
small
,” he countered.

“So am I,” she teased.

His eyes locked onto hers like lasers. In
spite of his clear good humor, the predatory lowering of his brows
caused her to shudder erotically. Cream trickled from her, filling
the space with scent. Nate’s nostrils flared, one hand moving
between them.

To her surprise, he wasn’t aiming for her
sex. Quicker with his trousers than she’d been, he lowered his
zipper with a spine-tingling rasp. Evina’s pride couldn’t prevent
her from starting to pant like him.

“Touch me,” he ordered.

No one
ordered her. Not at work and
not in bed. Her head spun from his male scent, different from what
she was used to but apparently effective at calling to her
sexually. In truth, the differences made him call to her harder.
Evina couldn’t remember being this desperate to do the deed
before.

“You want me to touch your cock?” she asked,
the question soft and breathy.

He took her wrist and placed her hand over
him. Though he wasn’t rough about it, she wasn’t certain she could
have resisted. She wanted to touch him too badly and—oh—his cock
was silky. His skin burned beneath the curve of her fingers, the
pulsing of his flesh too exciting not to savor.

“Touch it all over,” he instructed. “Dig me
out of my jockstrap.”

Feeling odd for being so biddable, she freed
him from the stretchy cotton. With her second hand, she eased out
his testicles. They were tight and full, their skin roughened by
light hair. Her fingers had their own cleverness. She played with
his sac enough to have him biting back swear words.

Then she dragged both her hands up his long
hard shaft.

He watched her do it, his head hanging
helplessly. The tip of him was wet, luring her thumbs to massage
the moisture around his crest. Under the rim seemed worth getting
slick, and that killing spot on the throat. Nate seemed to like
when she worked pressure into that.

She treated him as if he weren’t breakable
either.

“God,” he gasped as she returned to his tip
for more lubrication. She pushed across his hole until he
shuddered. “God, Evina.”

“Take me now,” she said, judging he’d give
in.

He looked at her. Lust had burned away his
sadness and his humor, narrowing his focus to her alone. Tension
caught in her throat as he lifted her by the rear again. Her legs
bare, she gripped his waist with her thighs, needing no urging to
squeeze them around him. He shifted his hips, and his crown nudged
her labia. His eyes went dark a second before they flared.

She knew why his irises had lit up. She was
even wetter than she’d been when he was fingering her.

He pushed inward without a word, and she took
him the same way. His cock was smooth and hot and thicker than
she’d expected, stretching her soft wet walls. When he needed a
different angle to penetrate completely, she cocked her pelvis to
it for him. He closed his eyes to slide in that last fraction, his
hips wriggling against hers in a lovely rooting motion she couldn’t
doubt he enjoyed. Her pussy clenched around it, the ache his deep
pressure stirred marvelous.

His lashes rose and he smiled at her.

“What do you like?” he asked. “Fast?
Slow?”

She blinked. It bothered her that he could
ask this, that his control remained unshaken. Shouldn’t even a
Romeo lose his cool for her? Rather than spoil the moment, she
shoved her pique aside.

“I like it fast,” she answered. “And
hard.”

He pressed his lips to hers once, gently. “As
my lady commands,” he said.

~

Nate liked all sorts of women and all sorts
of lovemaking. That said, there was nothing quite like letting
loose with a fellow were. He could hardly imagine a better match
than for his preferences than Evina.

She fit him in ways he hadn’t known a woman
could.

Her slighter size made him want to protect
her while her curves urged him to maraud. The groan of enjoyment
that welcomed his first hard thrust told him he could get away with
that. Even better, her assertiveness challenged the side of him
that just knew it could take charge. He wanted to devastate her
with every trick his years of lovemaking had taught him.

Unfortunately, he was too busy rocketing to
Crazy Land for that.

No matter how fast and deep he drove his cock
into her, his nerves urged him to grab more. She was helping, her
ankles hooked tight in the small of his back, her heels digging in
each time she thrust with him. Their bodies slapped each other more
noisily than they did the padded wall.

Evina was so wet it would have been a crime
not to make the most of her welcome. Nate braced one foot on the
wall behind him to add to his thrusting power.

He grunted at the immediate enhancement of
sensation. Each time he slung in her was like visiting heaven.
Knowing her tigers were outside, he tried to be quieter. He might
have saved himself the trouble. Evina was making more of a racket
than he was.

“Shit,” she said, her fingernails pricking
holes right through his nice silk shirt.

The idea that she was excited enough to lose
control of her shape sent his arousal into the stratosphere. His
own fingertips were hot, his claws trying to lengthen too. He
reined them in with all his will, preferring not to bloody her cute
bottom.

“God, you’re hot,” he swore, pumping still
harder into her.

Evina bit her lip and tensed. Her head lashed
from side to side on the tufted leather, the motion a silent
no,
no, no
. Nate concluded she didn’t want to let go before he
did.

“Me too,” he whispered, jerking his mouth
closer to her ear. “My balls feel like they’re about to explode
with come.”

It seemed she liked dirty talk. She whimpered
and went for him, the strong contractions of her pussy incredible
on his cock: soft wet ripples dragging him to the brink. Nate
gasped, the fullness in his testicles increasing by what felt like
a power of ten. He couldn’t have held on for anything. Sheer primal
need overtook experience.

This was the moment when he and his beast
were one.

Losing it, he cried out and shoved in as the
heat of ejaculation rushed intensely from him. Her heels pulled in
on his tailbone at exactly the perfect time, locking him as deep as
he could go inside her while her sex clamped like a vise around
him.

The pleasure of all those pressures made him
groan. Pain, of course, wasn’t what pulled the sound from him.

“God,” he breathed as the ecstasy petered
out.

She’d flung her arms around him at the
climactic moment, instead of simply gripping his shoulders. Nate
doubted she’d planned to do this but liked the full-on hug. He
nuzzled her sweaty temple, relishing the feel of her hard
breathing.

Because her pussy was quivering
slightly—still coming, was his guess—he took a firmer grip on her
hips and stroked gently out and in. His erection was mostly hard
and this felt really nice to him. To her as well, he noted. Though
she was very wet from their mutual orgasm, he couldn’t miss the
increase in her interior temperature.

“Jeez,” she said in a worried tone.

Her concern inspired a chuckle. “We can do it
again, you know. That didn’t take all that long, and weres are hard
to exhaust.”

She lifted her head from his chest. Her eyes
were suspicious but still glassy with pleasure. “Don’t take
seducing me for granted.”

“Did I seduce you?” He laughed, more
ebullient at that moment than he could recall being in a while. “I
thought it was the other way around.”

“Shut up.” She shoved at his shoulder, to
which he responded by kissing the fist she’d made. “Stop it,” she
said in exasperation. “I need to get back to work.”

That
irritated him a bit, since he
couldn’t see why she’d be angry. Hadn’t they both enjoyed
themselves? Years of stepping carefully around women’s sometimes
mysterious reactions told him not to push the issue.

He released his grip on her and helped her to
stand. Her knees were shaking, and that seemed to irk her too.

“You’re standing on my jeans,” she said,
doing a poorer job than he was of concealing her annoyance.

Nate stooped as well as he was able and
handed them to her. She tugged them on in the narrow space, her
movements forcing Nate to flatten against the wall.

“Please zip yourself,” she said.

Nate did, then stopped her from opening the
door by stretching his arm across it. He wanted to ask if she was
okay, but was pretty sure he’d dislike the answer.

“Your hair,” he said. “Turn around, and I’ll
neaten it for you.”

She grimaced, but did as he suggested. He
handed her a handkerchief so she could blot the sweat from her
face.

“You’re just Johnny on the Spot,” she said
acidly.

Done reassembling her braid, he dropped his
hands to her tense shoulders. Something in him hurt that she wasn’t
happy. Unsure how to acknowledge that, or even if he wanted to, he
spoke to her gently. “You knew I’d done this kind of thing
before.”

Evina exhaled gustily. “I did. Forgive me for
being grumpy. I’m . . . out of practice being a good sport about
these things.”

Now that he had her apology, Nate wasn’t sure
he wanted it. “You’re not the same-old, same-old,” he assured her.
“I really hope we can do this again.”

She twisted around and patted his chest
lightly. “You’re very sweet.”

Well, that wasn’t a real compliment, no
matter how she meant it to sound. Stiff now himself, Nate pushed
the hidey-hole door open. He had just enough room to let her exit
ahead of him.

She froze in her tracks about a foot outside.
“Mom. What are you doing here?”

“Seeing if you’re free for lunch,” said a
sultry voice, “though it looks as though you’ve already had a
bite.”

Nate couldn’t help but grin. This sounded
more entertaining than fighting with Evina. He tucked his shirt
into his now-zipped trousers, smoothed his hair, and stepped into
her office. Evina’s mother didn’t look much like her, but he’d
heard feline genetics were unpredictable. Unlike her daughter, the
elder Ms. Mohajit was tall and willowy. She too had curly hair,
though hers was a bright auburn that hung loose around her
shoulders. She was made up expertly.