She had friends in Sanctuary. She could have been anywhere on the property if she wished.
But she was waiting on him.
His stride slowed until he was pausing at the corner before turning up the hallway.
He closed his eyes. He didn’t have a choice. The soft, subtle scent of her, heated and sweet, sent pure silken hunger piercing his senses and hardening his dick in a split second.
He rubbed his tongue against his teeth as he checked the glands beneath his tongue quickly once again.
The mating hormone that all Breed mates created instilled a hunger, a need for the taste, the touch, the very presence of their mate until the time to conceive had passed. And even then, the need for that mate was high.
It never went away, he’d heard. That need was always fiery, an exquisite burn that wrapped a man in a pleasure so intense it bordered pain.
He didn’t imagine mating heat could be much worse than what he was feeling. His hunger for her, even before he had kissed her, was like a fever only building inside him.
Before he realized what he was doing, he moved around the corner of the elevator area and headed to her suite.
Within seconds he was opening the door and stepping into the sitting room, his gaze moving to her, watching as she stared back at him, that sizzling burn reflecting in the warm depth of her eyes.
The arousal that flushed her face and created that subtle sweet scent of a summer rainfall tempted him as nothing else ever had in his life. And she was still furious with him. Anger and arousal building and peaking.
When she had mentioned sucking his dick in that damned examination room, he had nearly lost his mind. Nothing but sinking into the tight, wet heat of her pu**y could be better than f**king those pouty lips.
“I knew I should have locked the damned door,” she muttered as she uncurled herself from the low chair and rose to her feet. “You can leave the same way you entered.”
Dark blond hair fell down her back like a heavy silken ribbon, gold and caramel highlights mixing with softer and darker blonds, sifting together in a rich fall of silk that only nature could create.
“Are you okay?” His gaze jerked to hers, holding the rich, soft golden green color as she crossed her arms over her br**sts and faced him with such endearing confrontation that the recessed animal that would normally blink and grow irritated, remained calm inside.
She was no threat to him. Not that Ely had been, but there were ways to counter Ely’s aggression that were far different than how he intended to counter Mica’s.
“No, Navarro, I’m not okay.” She was incensed and highly volatile, and he could practically smell the white-hot heat rolling from her.
“I will remind you I didn’t actually lie to you,” he pointed out, knowing exactly where this discussion was heading.
Pure disbelief filled the feminine little sneer that curled at her lips. “Navarro, do you really take me for a fool?”
Actually, he didn’t, but she didn’t seem inclined to believe him, so he merely watched, drawing in her scent with slow, even breaths to hide the fact that he was enjoying every damned second of the heated sweetness.
She fixed a level stare on him, the scorching look in her eyes almost searing his skin as she stared back at him.
Dressed in jeans, a soft, light gray sweater that fell loosely around her hips, and thick white socks on her feet, she looked as threatening as a kitten and so damned sexy he wanted nothing more than to push her against the wall and f**k her until she was screaming in release.
“I don’t like that look in your eyes.” Her hands went to her hips, her delicate little nostrils flared, and Navarro took a step forward before he could stop himself.
Mica took a step back.
Navarro couldn’t help but let a grin tug at the corner of his lips.
“And what is the look in my eyes?” he asked her. He had a pretty good idea.
“I’m not having sex with you.” Point-blank and without an ounce of the nervousness he knew she was feeling.
He couldn’t see it, he couldn’t smell it, much. There was a hint, a second here and there, but she had it covered damned well.
“Aren’t you?” If she didn’t have sex with him, then he was going to burn to cinders in the middle of her sitting room.
“No, I will not.”