Big Bad Bite Page 22

  As he reached back to grab her hand and pull her inside to stand beside him, she noticed the restaurant was empty and about the size of a shoebox. Okay, so maybe it was a bit bigger than that, but not by much. It only housed five two-seater tables, which were each covered by red table cloths, a couple of candles, and a small floral arrangement. The front wall and an adjoining wall were stone faced while the other two walls were half white and half timbered. The back wall supported a couple of shelves holding various beer steins in all different shapes, sizes and colors. Jenna’s inspection of the room was interrupted when a round woman in her mid-forties wearing a bar maid’s costume came out to greet them with the cheeriest freaking smile she’d ever seen.

  “Guten Tag!”

  Adam answered her in English, “Hi. I was told you speak English here?”

  Although Jenna wouldn’t have thought it possible, the woman’s smile became bigger. In her thick German accent she said, “Ja! Vee speaks English here. You come for dinner? You vant some of our famous schnitzel?”

  “Yes, we’d like some of your famous schnitzel.”

  So they sat at an intimate table in the quiet restaurant, with their two candles casting a low glow about them, and stared at each other. Waiting for the first move to be made. The first word to be said. Without uttering a word, Adam gradually slid his hand, palm side down against the table top, across the distance between the two of them. When he stopped it less than a foot in front of her, he turned it palm side up.

  She stared at the hand that was so much larger than hers. The lines that ran through its center providing some kind of story. The strength in it that promised her protection. The roughened fingers curled up in invitation to her. That hand said, ‘Accept me’. That hand said, ‘Give me a chance’. That hand said, ‘Trust me’.

  She looked from that hand he held out to her in question, to his warm amber eyes. Those eyes were saying something too. Those eyes were pleading with her. Not quite in desperation, but something that came damn close to it. Those eyes of his said, ‘Take my hand. Be mine, and let me be yours’.

  She should have been scared of that hand and what it represented. Scared that all of those fears and doubts that riddled her mind until it felt like a crappy piece of Swiss cheese were right, and this man would hurt her in a way that no other ever could. But in this moment, with so much hanging on that strong hand laying in front of her, she chose to ignore all of those doubts. Jenna chose to place her trust, her heart, and her hope in that hand when she willingly gave him her own.

  Adam leaned over the table a little as he brought her knuckles up to his mouth and pressed a kiss them. Her breath caught at the tender gleam in his eyes, and the whisper of his lips against her skin. How a man who could be seen as hard and unbreakable to everyone else, would let himself be so unguarded with her, was overwhelming. Never taking his eyes off of her, he dragged his lips over the side of her thumb, across the fleshy bit of her palm, down to where her pulse was beating wildly in her wrist, and gave her a love bite right over the throbbing point, before soothing the sensual sting with the lazy lap of his tongue followed by another luscious kiss.

  Her body exploded with want. Need. Arousal burned through her insides like an out of control fire that could only be quenched by him. With her free hand she pushed the candle to the side and out of her way so she could lean across the table to touch him. Tangling that hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, she brought his face towards her own and kissed him clumsily in her eagerness. She would have pulled back, embarrassed at the sloppy attempt, except he groaned hungrily against her mouth and took over. Feeding her mouth passionately with his own. Kissing her deeply, as if he were using his whole being to show her with this one act how much he not just wanted, but needed her. They might have been separated by the small table, but she felt him in every nerve of her body. From where they connected at their mouths to the tips of their toes, and everywhere in between, she felt him like he was already inside her. It was such a beautiful feeling, she was starting to think that it would be worth whatever potential heartache he might bring, just to feel like this with him for as long as possible.

  He pulled away when their barmaid posing waitress came back with their beers. He didn’t let go of her completely though. Instead, he laced their fingers of one hand and watched as she sipped the strong brew. When he took an obvious, deep breath in, she knew he was savoring her scent, which made her blush. He couldn’t erase the intense look glowing from his eyes, but he did start talking about casual things to make her feel less embarrassed with the fact that the entire room smelled like her need for him.

  He asked probing questions. What was her life like growing up? Did she like growing up in River Bend? What was her family like? Relaxed conversation flowed, and when their dinner arrived they continued to talk. It felt good to be able to be so open with someone like this. She’d never had the chance to do that before. She occasionally asked him similar questions. What was his family like? What was it like growing up in a pack of wolves? His stories were sincere and frequently funny. Like the time he and Clay were caught skinny dipping with a couple of girls in a nearby pack member’s pool, and his Dad made the two boys walk home naked while he followed them in the car as punishment. The pool had been heated to keep them warm in the crisp fall night air, so the walk home had been humiliating in more ways than one.

  Every now and then, he would scoop up a tasty tidbit of food from his plate and feed it to her. After he continued to do that a few times, she started to return the favor and before she knew it, they were feeding each other as much as they were feeding themselves. When their plates were clean he paid the bill and swept her out of the restaurant so they could walk down the street and back to the hotel.

  When they finally reached the door to her room, hands still laced together, she waited patiently as he checked the room over quickly before holding the door open for her to enter. His tall frame was leaning against the doorway, prepared to leave her alone for the night, when she realized with startling clarity that she didn’t want to be alone.

  It wasn’t fear of being alone for the night that made her decision, but the fear of being alone in life. Did she have a mother that loved her? Absolutely. Did she have a small extended family in her two Uncles and her new found younger half-brother? Yes. That didn’t mean that when she came home at the end of a long day running craptastic criminals down, that she didn’t wish she had someone there to give her a hug and kiss that wasn’t platonic. Someone she could sit up with late at night and speak in low voices with about her plans for the future. Someone she could actually make those plans with.

  Before, she didn’t have a hope in sight for those dreams to ever be realized, so she’d never lamented on her situation. It hurt too much to dwell on. Now? Well, now she had someone standing in front of her that made her feel alive in ways she’d never dreamed of. He fed that starving need for more. With every second she spent with him, he found more ways to burrow himself deeper inside those dark places she’d never thought would see the light of day, nevertheless flourish under a tender hand.

  What the hell was she thinking keeping him at arm’s length? What the fuck was her problem? It couldn’t have become clearer to her if Einstein had stood in front of her and drew idiot proof diagrams for explanations. Here was her chance to have it all. She could finally be that woman who had the career, the family, and the hot guy waiting for her at home. Was it love? No. Not yet, at least. Could it become love? Yeah, she thought it could. Because Adam was the walking definition of that adage, ‘seeing is believing’. Every moment he was with her, she watched him prove that the packaging met the goods on the inside. There was no false advertising with this man.

  Jenna’s eyes focused back on the man in question who was still propped like a sexy statue against her door frame, only now he had his head tipped to the side studying her in curiosity.

  “You have fascinating facial expressions when you’re thinking. I hope you don’t interrogat
e suspects. You’d be horrible at it.”

  She barked a surprised laugh, “No. Not interrogating for me. I like to chase them down and cuff them.”

  A devilish twinkle entered his eyes. “Like to use the handcuffs a lot, do you?”

  Smiling saucily she sauntered to stand right in front of him. “Oh, yeah. I love my handcuffs. I like it even more when I’m able to get a little rough with them when they try to resist arrest.”

  Raising his hand, he ran a fingertip over her bottom lip. “And what if they don’t get rough with you? What if they were painstakingly gentle with you instead?”

  She shivered at his touch. There went those nerves lighting up like an electric live wire again. Even her girly parts were zinging at what his touch and words were suggesting. “I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone try to be gentle with me.”

  He removed his fingertip from caressing her bottom lip to lightly run the back of his hand over her jaw and down her neck, before running it across her collarbone. “How about I show you what gentle feels like, Jenna?”

  He stepped into the room, snagged her hand, and pulled her out of the way so he could shut and lock the door. Then he dragged her over to the open space in front of the television, and left her standing there while he found a music channel that played rock ballads. Pulling her into his body, he placed her hands around his neck while his hands went to her hips, and they started swaying to the music with their bodies touching from chests to legs.

  He raised one hand to guide her head to lay on his shoulder while they danced to the sultry tunes. Her nose was tucked against his neck and the scent of him, of his want, was warming her. Stoking the fire that only he seemed capable of igniting within her. His hands ran up and down her back, languidly massaging the muscles as they moved together from side to the side with the beat. A moan of appreciation slipped free from the magic his hands were working. It was deliciously wicked, and she felt her muscles relaxing one by one until she could barely hold herself up anymore. That was okay; because Adam was holding her so tightly against him that she knew he wouldn’t let her fall.

  He dropped his face into the curve of her neck. “I want to kiss you, sweetheart.”

  “So, kiss me.”

  “I’m afraid if I don’t walk out of this room right now, I won’t be able to stop myself from pushing this further than you’re ready to go.” The vibrations of his words against her skin caused another shiver to travel through her body.

  “Maybe I’m ready for more.”

  He pulled their heads up so that he could look her in the eyes. The wolf looked back at Jenna through his still human face. The need she saw there, took her breath away. “I don’t want to rush you. You need to be sure. This is not some one night stand for me, Jenna. This is the start of something bigger if I get the chance to lay my hands on you. You let me touch you, bring you to pleasure in any way, and I’m going to start tying you to me in so many ways that one day you’re going to wake up and know without a doubt in your head that you are mine. Mine in every way. I’ll master your body to win over your heart, if I have too. You sure you’re ready for those ties, sweetheart?”

  She framed his face with her hands, holding him steady so that he could see there were no doubts lurking in her face. “I’m ready for you, Adam. I’ve been waiting for someone like you for what feels like forever. Kiss me.”

  He leisurely sipped at her lips. Testing her resolve until she broke. Unable to hold back the need to taste more of him than the fleeting little teases he was giving her. Tangling her hands in that uncontrollable hair of his she loved so much, Jenna devoured his mouth savagely. Demanding more with a questing tongue. Nipping both of his lips so that he could feel her frantic need. Her fervor was returned by his own when he started stroking her mouth into ecstasy. Mimicking with his tongue something similar to what she imagined he would be doing with the hot, hard wedge of flesh that pressed into her stomach. Hopefully.

  Sliding her hands underneath his shirt, her fingers explored his silky skin. Tracing the bulging stomach muscles around to his back where she could run her hands up in between his shoulder blades, and then dig her nails in and start to drag them downwards. He groaned hungrily into her mouth before grabbing the hem of her shirt and dragging it upward unhurriedly. He disengaged their mouths so that he could pull the offending fabric over her head, but froze like a statue when he looked down to see her standing there in her bra.

  When he just kept staring at her ample breasts covered by the purple and black lace bra, she wondered if something was wrong. “Adam?”

  His head shot up, and she gasped. There was no doubt that his beast was there with them because his eyes had transformed into a molten amber gold that glowed slightly in the dim lighting of the room. Her own wolf responded to the sight, brushing up against her on the inside of their skin.

  “Don’t be afraid of me, Jenna.”

  “I’m not afraid. You’re the most devastating thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so beautiful right now it might haunt me for the rest of my life.”

  He closed the short distance between them again to cup her face. “You’re the beautiful one, sweetheart. I’ve never seen anything as bewitching as you. But on a side note, I’m definitely going to buy you that bra in every color they make it in.”

  She didn’t get a chance to laugh because his mouth was on hers again, stealing her breath and returning it with his own. It felt like he was kissing her sanity away, and breathing his essence into her. It was heady, and she wouldn’t change a thing in the world.

  Backing her up gradually as their mouths ate at each other; he didn’t stop guiding her until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Then, dropping to his knees before her, Adam kissed the delicate skin above the button of her jeans. He popped the button open, releasing the zipper one small millimeter at a time, and licked, nibbled and kissed his way over the front of her satin panties until he was just above her mound. Burying his nose against the damp fabric he inhaled deeply, memorizing her enticing scent, before placing a kiss there too.

  He was driving her crazy. She was seconds away from tackling him to the floor to move things along when he pulled her jeans down the length of her legs, pooling them at her ankles. Looking back up to her, he hesitantly placed his fingertips at the edge of the purple satin.

  “You’re sure?”

  Jenna nodded her head, ‘yes’.

  Inch by agonizing inch, he eased the scrap of fabric down. When they joined her jeans; he maneuvered her to sit on the bed so he could pull the confining clothes off her ankles, tossing them somewhere behind his body. Picking up one of her feet, he placed a kiss on the inside of her ankle. He worked his way up her slowly, alternating between lingering licks, sharp little love bites, and provocative kisses on her soft flesh until he was hovering with his mouth inches from where she ached so badly. She squirmed in desperation. The need for him there was now painful.

  “Please. Please Adam, touch me.”

  “Just a little longer, sweetheart.”

  He positioned her so that her feet were braced against the end of the bed; with her legs cocked and splayed wide open so that his broad shoulders could fit between them. He moved back down to the ankle of her untouched leg. She heard a husky voice begging him for his touch, but didn’t realize it was her own until he’d worked his way back up that leg and was once again hovering inches from where the lips of her sex were throbbing with need. Her mind was fogged over in a haze of rapture as if she’d been drugged. There was nothing more she wanted in this moment then to be touched by the man who was teasing her beyond all comprehension and to touch him in return.

  She begged again, “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

  He blew a warm breath on her bare flesh. “You can take it, Jenna. You’ll do it for me.”

  Placing her legs over his shoulders, he grabbed her hips and braced them down onto the mattress. “You smell so good baby. Hold on just a little longer so I can taste you.”

  T
hen his tongue was on her.

  *****

  Her taste exploded on his tongue, and he couldn’t hold back the growl that vibrated against her tender folds. There’d never been anything this delectable that called to him. His mouth covered her sex entirely, and he reveled in the moan of desperation she let free. Using his thumbs, Adam spread her lips so that he could bury his tongue in the slick wet heat of her before pulling back to trace circles around her clit. Jenna began to rock her body against his mouth, silently begging him for something she didn’t know how to ask for. Her trimmed curls tickled his nose as he licked over the sensitive flesh, lapping at the folds as she writhed on the sheets uncontrollably. Her body trembled under his hands as he held her down by her hips. Then, he seriously set out to torture her. Nibbling on her swollen flesh, before soothing the little love bites with tingling licks, and then finally sealing his mouth around her clit to suckle it. Her hips kept trying to churn against his mouth as she babbled incoherently, imploring him in a breathy voice to do something, anything, to make the ache stop. Thrusting his tongue back inside her drenched entrance set her off in an explosive climax. Her body convulsed, head thrown back against the pillow as she cried out in a hoarse voice, and he felt her tight depths flutter rhythmically against his tongue as he lapped at her sweet release.