“You could say I’m hunting,” he murmured seductively. “The sweetest, softest little morsel I believe I’ve ever scented in my life. You could become an addiction.”
Her heart tripped, speeded up and began racing in excitement.
“Do I get a head start?”
Eek. Where had that come from?
His head tilted to the side, his eyes squinting just a bit at the corners, as though he wanted to smile. “Do you plan to use it?”
“Of course.” She was going to run clear to the other end of the state just to escape the memory of her daring.
What was that expression that came over his face? It almost softened. His eyes gleamed and seemed to fill with something she would have called fondness at any other time.
“Are you sure you want a head start?” His voice dropped, sexual, heated, it stroked over her senses with an intimacy she hadn’t expected.
“It would be wise. Just to make certain I know what I’m doing, mind you.” She had no idea what the hell she was doing, and that was a fact.
His hand rose, his fingertip tucking beneath the hair that had fallen over her shoulder to find her exposed collarbone as he leaned closer, his lips at her ear. “When I find you, I’m going to undress you, then spread you out and lick all the lush, sweet cream I can smell flowing from your pu**y. When I’ve drowned my senses in the taste of you, I’m going to f**k you with my tongue, lick more of you, then listen to your screams as you come.”
She was going to melt right there in the floor. Isabelle swore her knees nearly gave out on her as sensual weakness flooded them. She had to tighten her thighs against the sudden nip of sensation in her clit. The swollen, sensitive bud throbbed with need, pulsing with a need so strong she wasn’t certain she could deny it.
“I’m going to bite your chest.” She sighed, then winced at the lack of explicit description.
But that was what she wanted.
She wanted to bite his chest.
His hand was suddenly clamped on her hip, long, strong fingers curving over the denim of her jeans as she felt his body tense, his breathing becoming deeper and harder.
“Are you sure you want that head start?” His lips lowered to nip her ear.
Then he licked the edge of her ear, exciting the sensitive nerve endings beneath the flesh.
A shudder raced through her, blistering hot, nearly catapulting her straight out of her senses and into an unprecedented orgasm.
Her thighs tightened as she fought to hold it back. Or give in to it? She wasn’t certain which.
“I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe you’re not good enough at this game to catch me if I take it?” Hell no, she didn’t want a head start, but this was fun. It was the most fun she had ever had, the kind of fun she had dreamed of having with a man.
And in a moment’s hindsight, she realized she wanted him to chase her. She wanted this game more than she could have ever imagined wanting anything like it.
He tensed again, a little growl rumbling between them, at once exciting her even as it sent a flash of trepidation racing up her spine.
She could see the hunger in his gaze, feel it radiating from his big body. The strength of it confused her, as did the answering force that surged through her own body.
“When I catch you, I will f**k you,” he promised her, his voice rumbling at her ear before he pulled back to stare into her eyes. “All night, all day. Possibly all week.” Pulling away from him was practically impossible, and forcing herself to walk away took all the willpower she could muster. Because she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay there with him, wanted to rub against him and feel the sensual heat and power that she sensed was so much a part of him. She forced herself to move though. Forced herself to draw her gaze away from him and turn back to the table she, Chelsea and Liza shared. They had moved though. They were waiting on her at the exit, which was even better. Leaving was the best option, it would give him a reason to try to find her. If she remained in the bar, it would be rather anti-climatic. And she certainly didn’t want that.
Chapter Two
So many pieces of a heart broken, so many nights spent watching the darkness, wondering where you were.
Some nightmares refused to go away, even amid the most sensual, most erotic event of her life, the deepest terror she had ever known insisted on intruding.
And she wouldn’t have known, wouldn’t have realized the monster that haunted her dreams was even there if Chelsea and Liza hadn’t rushed her so quickly from the bar.
Holden Mayhew was in the bar, and he had witnessed her flagrant teasing of the Coyote Breed. The one who had given her a head start. A chance to be certain this was what she wanted.
And she wanted him with every fiber of her being.