"And the theme tonight?"
"Bondage." His gaze pinned mine, the intensity making my heart hammer. He didn't care where we were; he just wanted—intended—to make love to me tonight. And while I hungered for his touch, somewhere in the dark recesses unease stirred anew. Because while I was part wolf, and did have an above-average sex drive, this was definitely more than that. But no matter how uneasy I was feeling right now, it wasn't enough to make me walk away. Not yet. He added, "But we do not have to stay. We can walk to my place, and I shall personally cook dinner for you."
And then we shall love until you can take no more and beg for me to stop.
The thought whispered through my brain, distant and tantalizing. I wasn't entirely sure that the thought was mine, although I wasn't telepathic, and certainly hadn't been able to catch his thoughts before now. But then, did I need to? The hunger in his eyes made it very evident where his thoughts were headed.
"Isn't your place a little too far away?" I had no problem about actually walking there, but not in these heels.
A smile teased his lips. "As it so happens, I recently purchased a nearby building for investment purposes, but I'm keeping the top floor for myself. The entire place is being renovated, but I have a kitchen and bathroom in working order."
I was betting the bedroom was in working order, too. "Why arrange to meet here, then? Why not just meet in your apartment in the first place?"
He caught my hands and raised them, palms toward him, to his lips. "Because Lauren wanted someplace public, but absolutely secure. Maxwell's is certainly that."
Lie, lie, lie. But the thought died abruptly as he began to place gentle kisses on each of my fingertips, then drew one into his mouth and sucked on it lightly. My breathing hitched, then became more erratic. I might have doubts about him, but there was no denying my attraction, enhanced or not.
"So," he added eventually, "what is it to be?"
From the minute I'd walked into this room, there was only ever going to be one outcome, and we both knew it. The where was a secondary consideration. I raised an eyebrow, and a victorious grin lit his features.
"I thought as much, which is why I already have a lamb roast in the oven."
"And everyone knows a good lamb roast is a guaranteed way of getting into any werewolf's bed."
"Well, that and dessert. Which is a triple-layer chocolate mousse cake."
I laughed, then leaned over the counter and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. It left mine tingly with anticipation. "I might just forgive you if the food's as good as it sounds."