And she followed him. She followed him as her heart beat with a primal, desperate rhythm. As hungers she'd always fought began to tear through her mind and body.
She couldn't get that need out of her mind. The need to go wild on him. The need to claim what was hers.
As the bedroom door closed, he turned to her, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at her with something akin to surprise.
She intended to give him much more to be surprised about.
Lifting her hands, she flattened her palms against his chest, parted her lips and drew in a hard breath.
"You look so civilized in silk," she murmured.
Pushing her hands beneath the charcoal jacket, she pushed it slowly back from his body, her lashes drifting lower as she heard the soft rasp of the material as it slid from his shoulders.
That sound sped through her senses, racing through her bloodstream as it fed a fiery heat straight to her ni**les, her clit, the clenching muscles of her pu**y.
"Civilized?" He continued to watch her, his nostrils flaring as he drew her scent in. "I don't think I've ever heard that word attached to me, Rachel."
She licked her lips, her hands smoothing down his chest once more to grip the edges of his shirt.
"I didn't say you were civilized," she breathed out, her voice rougher, filled with hunger, with a need she didn't want to hold back any longer. "And in a second, you won't look civilized either."
She smiled. Naked. She wanted him naked, wanted him hard and hot and as wild as she was.
CHAPTER 19
This was the woman Jonas had always sensed inside Rachel. The mate who would shake his world up, who would bind his heart and soul and leave him willing to worship at her feet.
He'd once thought his mate would have to be a female Enforcer. And if human, perhaps a woman like the lawyer Jess Warden, or a fighter like Rachel's kamikaze sister. He'd never imagined his mate would come in a short, calmly quiet, coolly efficient little package. A woman who could handle him in ways that he'd never been able to control others.
He felt her fingers tighten in the edges of his shirt, watched her eyes as she tore the buttons from their moorings and nearly snarled at the raging excitement reflected in the darkening green irises.
She was the perfect lady whenever, wherever she had to be. But now, she was a woman prepared to take her mate.
His hands lifted only to be pushed aside.
"Don't touch me," she ordered as she pushed the tattered edges of his shirt from his arms. "Let me undress you."
Hell. He didn't know if he could do that. He didn't know if he could stand calmly, idly by and simply watch his world being reshaped by this woman's hands. Hell no, he wanted to participate.
He would give her what he could though.
He stood still, his fists clenching as her hands ran down his bare chest, her fingertips raking over his flat ni**les as that seductive, siren's smile shaped her lips.
A second later, her nails were rasping down his abdomen, sending spikes of incredible heat to tighten his balls and throb through his dick.
"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he breathed out roughly. "You may not be able to handle what you unleash, mate."
She looked at him from beneath her lashes as her fingers worked loose his belt.
"Take your shoes off." The commanding tone had his eyes narrowing, the animal raging inside him, demanding that he force her submission.
He had no intentions of making her surrender. Her surrender wasn't what he wanted. This was the woman he wanted.
He pushed the expensive shoes from his feet as he watched her, felt her fingers loosening the clasp of his slacks.
"I want to take you." She leaned forward, her tongue licking over his chest and causing his teeth to clench in furious arousal.
Then he felt the sharp edge of her teeth at the side of one nipple, sinking into his flesh in an intimate, searing little bite.