Seducing The Wolf - By Marisa Chenery Page 0,27
only a little past noon, almost two hours since she had watched Royce drive away from her apartment, and the need to be with him made her feel as if she wanted to climb the walls in desperation.
The later it got, the more uncomfortable Billie became. She barely managed to stay civil to the gym members she had training sessions with that day. Having sensed her mood from her earlier outburst when she had first arrived, her brothers had wisely kept their distance.
Though she was torturing herself by using her ability to locate people, it didn't stop her from checking every few minutes to see where Royce was, which didn't help matters either. If anything, it increased the need by small increments each time she did it. She just couldn't seem to stop herself.
Another hellish hour went by. After ending her last training session of the day, Billie once again looked to see if Royce was still where he had been the last time she had checked. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped as a wave of need slammed into her. Royce was no longer at his house. He was sitting in his parked car in the visitor's parking at her apartment. The knowledge that Royce was waiting for her to return to her apartment was more than Billie could take. She had to go to him.
In a matter of minutes, Billie had retrieved her purse and was rushing toward the gym exit. In her haste she just about knocked Janice over who had just arrived and was standing in the lobby.
She put out a steadying hand as she quickly apologized to Janice. "Sorry. I didn't see you there. Hayes is still on the gym floor." Billie then stepped around her sister-in-law.
"What's the hurry? I didn't come to see Hayes. I came to see you. I've been dying to hear how your date went with Royce. I figured it went well since you weren't at your place when Hayes started calling you practically at the crack of dawn."
Billie didn't stop her forward movement. She turned so she could walk backwards as she spoke to Janice in return. "I have to go see Royce. Yes, it went really well. And Royce says he has to call and thank you for picking out that dress for me to wear. Sorry, but I really have to go. I'll phone you later."
"I told you Royce would love you in it," Janice shouted at Billie as she slipped out the gym's front doors.
She arrived at her apartment in record time. After she parked her car, she headed for the visitor's parking. Billie was practically running by the time she spotted Royce's black BMW. Just before she reached it, Royce stepped out of the car. He turned in her direction and swept her up in his arms. Not caring that everyone in her apartment building could see what they were doing, Billie grabbed a fistful of Royce's hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. At the first touch of his lips, she felt some of the anxiety she had been feeling slip away. It was quickly replaced by a raging need like none she had ever felt before.
It took a surprising amount of self-control on Billie's part not to suggest they get into the backseat of Royce's car and make love like a pair of horny teenagers. Instead, she pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. The desire coursing through her body still had her in its grip. "I need you inside me, Royce. I haven't been able to think of anything else but you since you left. There has to be something wrong with me. This can't be normal."
Royce seemed as affected as she. His chest quickly rose and fell with each breath he took. "It's normal." He took her hand and started heading for the front entrance to her apartment building. "I suggest we get inside before I do something that could very well get us arrested. I need to be inside you as much as you need me to be there. It has been a very long time since I last went through this. I'd forgotten how bad it could be in the beginning."
Billie quickly used her key to unlock the secured door. They hurried over to the elevator. Royce pushed the up button. "I'm not sure what you mean about forgetting how hard this could be. If you mean this desperate feeling I have that if I don't