Wolf Fever (Alpha Project - Book 1) (18 page)

“I had lost all interest in women.” She gave him a wide-eyed stare. “Not in the I-don’t-want-women-anymore sense, but more like I wasn’t interested in any of the ones I met.” Why was he telling her this? Because something about her made him want to be honest with her. Something told him she was special…trustworthy. “I thought something was damaged after the injuries that kept me from feeling…aroused.”

Hell. Her eyes sparkled full of heat under those long, dark lashes. “Well, we both know that you weren’t.” She nibbled on her full bottom lip and glanced down at the table. “Damaged down there, that is,” she said, referring to his erection when he’d kissed her earlier.

Arousal heated his blood. He didn’t want to wait anymore. Once she placed the spoon she’d been licking the sweet dessert off onto the plate, he stood and held out a hand to her.

She dropped the napkin on the table, her eyes locked on his. For a tiny thing she had a tight grip. Desire lit her eyes. “Let’s go to my room.” The husky whisper increased the throbbing in his cock.

A sense of urgency filled him. He needed to get her to the room right away. They rushed back toward the hotel. Quiet surrounded them, and pockets of darkness covered several thick trees. Unwilling to wait for a taste of her, he stopped some yards from the entrance and pushed her up against a tall oak.

“Ryan, what are you—”

He pressed his body into her much softer one, dipped his head, and kissed her. She moaned. A savage groan sounded in the back of his throat. He savored her taste, sweet and fresh. Like whipped cream over apple pie. Delicious.

Her small hands gripped his shirt at the shoulders. She pulled him closer, rubbing her body sensuously over his. He trailed his hands down her back and squeezed her ass cheeks. She turned her head, but he just used the move to kiss her throat and collarbone.

“
Yessss.
”

He loved hearing the desperation in her voice. Her soft whimpers increased in volume and pushed him further out of control. He ground his cock into the juncture of her thighs. Fuck, she felt so good.

“More, please.”

It took some loud laughter from behind him to jolt him back to reality. What the hell was wrong with him? He was ready to tear at her panties and slide into her in clear view of anyone passing by.

“What happened? Why’d you stop?”

Her pulse fluttered wildly under his thumb. She breathed raggedly and ran her tongue over her swollen lips. Her eyes widened when she heard a couple pass them by.

He cupped her cheek with a shaky hand. He’d never been as turned-on by a woman before. Everything about her drew him in and made him want her more. Her smile, her taste, her brazenness. “I want you.” Just saying the words made his cock twitch.

“I want you too.” She whispered, leaned her face into his hand, and kissed his palm.

They hurried the rest of the way into hotel. In the elevator he kissed her again, unwilling to wait the ride up to touch her. The ping of the doors opening separated them. A couple entered. Ryan and Kayla scurried to Kayla’s suite.

Kayla rushed into the bedroom only to be hauled back and pressed against the hardwood of the door. Ryan’s big, unyielding body covered her. Her nipples pebbled tight, and her sex slickened in readiness. God, she wanted him so bad.

He dropped his head, his lips fluttering over her mouth and tongue tracing her lips. A soft whimper escaped her. She lifted her hands to his blond hair and twined her fingers into the shaggy locks. Then she pulled his face so their lips could mesh in a hot, tongue-tangling kiss that left her breathless. He released her lips, and she moved on to his scruffy, super-sexy chin.

“Kayla, we need to slow down.” He groaned when she sucked on his jaw.

“Slow later. Fast now,” she whispered between nibbles.

“Works for me.”

Gravity shifted, and she was lifted into his arms. He probably shouldn’t be hauling her anywhere considering she was no tiny thing. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him. But knowing about his insecurity after the loss of his leg, she curled her legs around his waist and held on. Seconds later he shifted toward the bed.

Kayla dropped her legs as soon as he stopped walking. The back of her calves brushed the soft material of the bedding. He lowered the straps on her dress and bra, kissed her chest, and made his way down to her breasts. Waves of heat flowed through her veins like molten lava with each swipe of his tongue on her nipple. The dress skimmed her body on its descent to her feet and landed with a swoosh. The bra, which he’d unsnapped at her back without taking his lips off her chest, came off as well.

He licked and laved the tight points. First he sucked one into his mouth, twirled his tongue on the sensitive tip, and grazed it with his teeth. Liquid fire dripped from her slit. Her pussy throbbed and grasped at the air. She needed him inside soon, or she would start begging. His big hands molded her flesh in his grip. Pinpricks of lust shot through her body and zeroed in on her crotch.

Kayla traced the contours of his beefy body, down his muscular chest and to his trousers. She tugged on the material and opened his pants, his hot cock springing free. The pants slid down his legs. Curling a hand around his thick length, she gripped him tight.

“Jesus.” He groaned and thrust into her hand.

Their gazes met and held. All pretense of waiting was gone. “Condom. Get one.” She panted.

He pulled one out of his pocket, and she tore it from his grasp.

“Let me.” Her hands shook when she rolled the thin latex down his cock. He hissed out a breath grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her gently onto her back on the bed. She lay there in her flesh-toned bikini panties and nothing else. He shrugged off his shirt and bent to remove his shoes. Moments later he joined her on the massive bed. A flicker of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and she knew she needed to do something to keep the momentum going.

Chapter Four

“Please, Ryan. I need you.” It was no lie. Her body burned with urgency. She fingered her pussy over the wet material of her lacy panties.

His nostrils flared. His gaze zoomed in on her hand while she rubbed her clit. The heat of his body caressed the inside of her thighs as he moved between her legs. Breathing heavily, she watched him yank down her underwear. Cool air kissed her heated core, and she shuddered.

Within a heartbeat his lips were on her, kissing and licking around her pussy. She moaned and gripped his hair in her hands, holding him close to her. Need and arousal blindsided her. Needy whimpers rushed past her lips as tension escalated and gathered into a tight knot inside her.

“Oh god.” She moaned and rocked her hips closer to his lips.

A slow fire raged inside her, growing with each lick. Every swipe on her flesh a new spark point ready to trigger her orgasm. His grip on her thighs tightened to keep her from squeezing his head.

“Ryan…”

Twirls, licks, and sucks drove her so far past the edge she knew she’d fall at any moment. Her hips bucked, rocking harder and faster on him. She choked on each breath, her climax so close she reached for it. That’s when Ryan sucked on her clit. Hard. The tension inside her unraveled, and her world exploded into colorful shards of bliss. A tide of pleasure rushed her. She screamed and let herself go.

Still panting and quivering from her release, she stared at Ryan as he crawled up her body. He gripped his cock and rubbed it over her pussy entrance.

“Oh my,” she moaned.

“You like that?” He grinned wickedly.

“
Yessss.
”

He chuckled. “Want more?”

She frowned, noticing he wasn’t moving to enter her. “Yes!”

He lowered until he held himself, skin to skin, over her. When he rocked his hips, his cock slipped and slid between her pussy lips, over her entrance, but no further. “Then say something to me in Spanish.”

What
? She groaned. Fierce need blazed through her. “Ryan, I don’t think this is the time for a Spanish lesson.”

“Tell me something in Spanish, and I will fuck you until you come so hard you won’t know what hit you.” His words made her entire body shudder and throb.

What the heck could she say? What did it matter? It’s not like he’d understand. The truth? No man had ever made her feel half of what he had in the hours they’d been together. “Por favor, besame. Te necesito.” She dragged his head down and kissed him.

“What did you say?”

“Kiss me, please. I need you,” she translated. He slid into her then. His cock stretched her with a delicious friction that hurtled her to the pleasure’s edge all over again.

Each thrust brought her closer to the peak. Over and over he slammed into her.

“Oh, Dios!”

“Tell me, princess, do you like that?”

“Si! me encanta.” It took her a moment to realize she was urging him on in Spanish. She’d lost all train of thought. His movements increased in pace and demand. With each hard thrust his cock lit scorching embers inside her, pushing her to climax.

“
Dios mio!
” She whimpered and dug her nails into his slick shoulders. Her orgasm tore through her with the velocity of a freight train. He groaned into her neck and shuddered as he found his own release.

Ryan returned from the bathroom to find Kayla standing by the open balcony door. She wore a royal blue silk robe. She’d made him feel so…normal. When he’d removed his pants, he’d felt incredibly vulnerable, expecting…what? Some kind of derisive or pitying comment from her. Instead she’d looked at him and told him she wanted him. He wanted—no, he needed to know more about what made such a beautiful, intelligent, and warm woman want a blind date. How was it possible she wasn’t beating men off with a stick? Why did she agree to do it?

Slipping into his boxers, he joined her out on the balcony. For a moment he just stood behind her, his hands automatically wrapped around her waist. When she leaned into his touch, warmth he’d never experienced spread through him.

“Why are you here tonight, Kayla?”

She sighed, held his hands at her waist, and continued to stare out at the ocean. It was a long moment later when she finally answered. Cool, salty ocean breeze surrounded them. He felt a sudden urge to stay in the hotel with her for a few more days, get better acquainted, and see what developed.

“I needed a clean slate.” Her soft voice burrowed into him.

“What do you mean?”

She shifted in his arms, turned her back toward the balcony, and faced him. “I have horrible luck in love,” she admitted with a sad smile. “I’m thirty years old as of…” She glimpsed into the suite at the antique wall clock by the bed. “…exactly twenty-four hrs ago. I was in a dead-end marriage that lasted all of two months. That’s how long it took my husband to realize I wouldn’t be changing to fit his needs. After that it’s been one bad relationship after another. And I won’t even go into the endless bad dates. So I decided to start my new age with a clean slate. Tonight I was going to have the first of what’s supposed to be many good things. The best first date I’ve had in…well, ever.” She peered up at him, her eyes locked on his mouth. “I wanted a good experience to start my life fresh. No more frogs.”

His gut churned at the sadness that took over her face. “What time do you have to go?”
Don’t go
was what he really wanted to say.

“I have a helicopter ride in a few hours to my parents’ home. Technically, I’m on vacation.”

Intense need made him pull her into his arms and hold her. Did she really have to go? He thought of asking her to stay, but didn’t want to ruin the mood. He really wanted to see where they could go with this. They both lived in the same city, and it wouldn’t be hard to find the time to see her again. Hell, right now he was home all day or at physical therapy. There was definitely time. He’d give her a little while before he brought up seeing each other again. He didn’t want to sound too desperate. 

Severe pain radiated from where his muscle met the prosthetic and up his leg. Furious over the intense ache that tried to rob him of his time with her, he clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the discomfort. He hated how much he depended on the stupid contraption below his knee.

“Are you okay?” She frowned, stepped back, and caressed his arm.

He’d swear the small touch helped the pain diminish.

“Yeah,” he lied and tried to put his weight on his left leg. The shift only made him wince.

“Sit down,” she said. It was an order. Her brows were lifted as though she was waiting for him to argue. “Better yet, tell me what helps with the pain.”

Gritting his teeth until he thought they’d snap kept him from cursing at the agony.

“A warm soak has been the only thing so far. Aside from painkillers, which I can’t take since I had champagne.” He sat on the comfortable, cushioned chair and took the weight off his leg.

Before he got a chance to say any more, she disappeared into the room. After a few minutes she returned.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” He really didn’t want to get up, but he wasn’t a fucking sissy either. Stars swam in front of him with each agonizing step. If he passed out he’d never be able to look at her again.

“To the Jacuzzi,” she grinned and helped him walk. “What’s the point of being in such a luxurious hotel without using all the amenities? Come on.”

He laughed at her excitement. “So that’s what we’re supposed do in these posh hotels, huh?”

“Heck yes. I love Jacuzzis. I love eating more, but hot tubs rank a high second. At least letting the giant Jacuzzi massage you until you turn into jelly should make it worth it since we already had the awesome food.”

He cursed the pain and the injustice of it making its presence known when he was having such a great time.

“I feel I should warn you,” she added as she helped him walk slowly. “If at any point my attitude seems a bit childish, it’s because I work with twelve-year old girls.”

He laughed again. “You want to blame your actions on twelve-year-old girls?”

She nodded. “Yes. At least this one time. I’ll think of other excuses in the future.”