Wolf Tracks - Bianca D'Arc Page 0,47

her midriff. Then, he exposed her lacy bra. She felt the cool air of the room against her skin, along with his heated touch. Everywhere his fingers stroked, they left a trail of fire in their path until she was burning, burning. So bright.

When he lifted the dress off over her head, she helped, lifting up to assist. She wanted the fabric gone. She wanted her underwear gone, too, but Jim, apparently, had other ideas. He touched her breasts through the lace, tantalizing, torturing, oh, so sweetly. Her nipples hardened, yearning to feel his lips, his fingers, his skin, only to be denied. At least, for now.

Jim stroked his way down her torso, hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. She was glad she’d packed her sexiest underthings for this trip. When she’d filled her bag with odds and ends, she’d told herself that satin and lace was practical because it was less bulky than cotton, but really, she’d had exactly this situation in mind. Even as she packed for her dash to Virginia Beach, she’d had seduction in the back of her mind, though she hadn’t let herself realize it fully until just now.

Still, the satin and lace felt good against her skin, and Jim certainly seemed to appreciate them. He dragged the elastic down the sides of her hips slowly, his fingers hot and slightly rough against her skin. He had big hands, and just the image of them against her creamy skin, holding the satin underwear, made her steam with desire. He was so masculine juxtaposed against the soft skin of her hips and thighs. A man who wasn’t entirely human, which gave her just a moment’s pause.

Would he be rough, like the wild animal that lived inside his skin? Or would he give her just the right amount of untamed passion that would send her into orbit? Somehow, she thought it would probably be the latter. She wasn’t afraid of him. Not in this form or in his wolf form—if she ever got a chance to see it again. He was just…Jim. Steady, solid, sexier-than-anything Jim.

He lowered her panties an excruciating inch at a time. When she lifted her hips to help him over the curve of her rear, she felt a tiny bit wicked, but in a good way. The motion revealed more of her to his gaze, his hands, and—oh, stars!—his mouth. He slid the panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor quickly, then lowered his mouth to the top of her mound, rubbing his lips downward until his tongue licked out and slid between her lower lips to find the little nub that made her want to scream.

She managed to keep it to a strangled moan, but she found it impossible to stifle the sounds of her desire altogether. Jim made a sound, something like a dark, masculine chuckle. Apparently, he liked making her almost lose control. It seemed to make him even bolder, his tongue dipping inward as his hands moved her thighs apart.

The next few minutes passed in a blur of incredible sensations. Helen had never had so much attention paid to her in this way by any man she’d ever bedded. While it was true there hadn’t been many lovers in her past, she wasn’t a shy virgin, either. Still, Jim managed—in the first few minutes of their intimacy—to put all her past lovers to shame. She couldn’t wait to find out what else he had in store.

He made her come with his mouth once, then again, until she was keening with pleasure. She did her best to keep her volume down, conscious of the fact that they were in a building with other people. Make that other werewolves with exceptional hearing. She would be mortified if everyone in the place heard her cries of pleasure, though she suspected Jim would simply smile smugly.

She’d have to ask him sometime about shifter attitudes toward sex. She’d already heard from other sources—her distant cousins and her sister—that they weren’t all that phased by nudity, since they had to strip to assume their other shape. Well, they didn’t have to strip, technically. Jim’s change on the beach in Virginia was evidence of that. But, if they didn’t want to mostly destroy their clothing, getting naked before shifting saved their wardrobe. As a result, nudity didn’t seem to be such a big deal among them.

It was strange to think of such a society. Helen had been raised in a