Dark Wolf (Spirit Wild) - By Kate Douglas Page 0,27
to deny his fears. He couldn’t be the one killing those girls. He wasn’t a killer, damn it.
Lily stood there a moment with her hands on her hips, just smiling at him like he was a complete idiot. “If I’m not worried, you don’t need to be, either.” Then she winked, reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and slowly pulled it up her body, over her head.
His mouth went dry. She wore nothing but a tiny scrap of lace that might be considered panties. No bra, but with perfect breasts like hers, she certainly didn’t need one.
“I’m going to take a shower, Sebastian. If you want to join me, it’s through that door.” She cocked her head toward the far side of the bedroom, turned around, and still wearing her high heels and those tiny panties, walked away.
His feet might as well have been locked to the floor. Any remaining blood in his circulatory system immediately left his brain and went straight to his cock. Each soft footfall she made echoed in the heavy pulse engorging his shaft.
He was practically panting by the time she paused in the open doorway, bent at the waist with her back to him, and carefully removed first one shoe and then the other. Then, with a slight shimmy of her hips, she slid the tiny lace panties over her hips, down her long, long legs, and stepped out of them.
Sebastian’s hands were shaking so hard he could barely get his pants off. He was thankful he’d not put his shoes back on after shifting, because he doubted he’d be able to manage laces, the condition he was in. He kicked his pants off his feet and almost tripped when the left one hung up on his foot, but his gaze never left Lily.
She was breathtaking, a vision in shimmering light. Her aura spiked in brilliant shards of pink, the flashes so bright, so iridescent, he wondered if she were ready to orgasm without him.
He was practically running when he hit the bathroom door, but he skidded to a halt the moment he caught up to her. The bathroom was a sybarite’s fantasy—huge and completely open on one side to windows looking out onto a softly lit walled garden. The shower was nothing more than a natural stone enclosure with walls a little over three feet high that reminded Sebastian of a woodland grotto. Ferns and orchids grew in small niches inside the shower proper, and indirect lighting lent the effect of moonlight in a dark forest.
A skylight overhead would give natural light during daytime, but now it was a fantasy of shadows and falling water, dark stone and soft lights with Lily standing in the middle, a forest nymph beneath a shower of rain. Wet, her hair hung well past her hips, a dark, sleek mantle rather than the tangle of loose tawny, coppery curls she’d worn earlier. Her skin glimmered like warm honey in the low lighting, her burnt umber nipples ruched now into taut points of arousal.
Sebastian stared at her, lost in her beauty, in the sleek muscles, long legs, and slightly rounded hips. She ignored him, which was probably better than he deserved. What an ass he’d been, but self-recrimination solved nothing, and after a moment, he let out a deep breath and stepped beneath the warm water.
Still she ignored him.
He pressed close against Lily’s back and wrapped her in a loose embrace. Water fell gently over his head and shoulders. Her breasts rested softly against his forearms. She leaned against him, tucking her head beneath his chin and her sleek bottom against his groin, sighing as she ran her long fingers over the tops of his thighs.
He kissed his way down her neck, over her shoulder, and across the curve of her jaw. Then he bent and placed kisses along her spine, over the rounded curve of her bottom. Finally, kneeling, he gently turned her toward him, lifted her left leg, and draped it over his shoulder.
She tangled her fingers in his hair for balance. Chuckling when she lightly tugged, he pressed his cheek against her inner thigh and inhaled the musky scent of aroused woman. Impatiently, Lily tilted her hips forward. Sebastian wrapped his hands around her hips, clutching her buttocks and holding her still as he nuzzled the soft curls between her thighs.
“Now, damn it!”
He lifted his head and laughed. “She speaks!” He sighed dramatically. “But only to give me orders. So demanding.” Then he leaned