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  Shifting against the pressure in his pants, he replied, “Small, a little shorter than you, and curvy. Yeah, definitely curvy.”

  Following Riesa’s patient instructions, Kirk filled his arms with boot-cut jeans, yoga pants, and a selection of casual tops. With a couple of pairs of running shoes and some sturdy boots balanced on top of the stack, he paid and fled the store. Gulping in a few lungfuls of fresh air, he thanked the alpha’s mate and ended the call with a promise to take Silver over for dinner.

  Dinner. What the hell was he thinking? He and Silver weren’t a couple. Would never be a couple. He wasn’t cut out for a relationship, carried too many scars, too many deaths on his conscience to sully an innocent like her with the baggage of his past. Just as well they were seeing Jesse tonight. He could get a timescale from him. Once he knew an end date to their time together, he’d be able to get himself under control.

  Chapter Six

  Stretching her back out with a sigh, Silver dropped the dirty cloth into the bucket and grinned at the sparkling windows. Just increasing the amount of light coming in worked wonders for the place. The few pieces of furniture had been polished to a shine and the bathroom scrubbed until gleaming. It still looked too bare for her liking, no sign of personality. There must be something.

  She swallowed a tiny frisson of guilt and searched through the drawers of the large bureau occupying one corner of the room. Suppressing the urge to read the handful of documents she found, she rooted around the rest of the contents. The few boxes contained practical items, spare parts, and random lengths of metal piping. No photographs, table linens, or hand-me-downs. Nothing to show the man who lived there had a past at all.

  Sitting back on her heels, she tried to put everything back where she’d found it. It hurt her heart to wonder what had happened to Kirk to make him want to isolate himself. Her own memories were stored in a hope chest her father carved for her sixth birthday. Cards, pictures, and cheap treasures they’d picked up on vacations. It had been too painful for a while to look at them after his passing, but now she found comfort in their familiarity. She wished she’d asked Kirk to bring it back with him from her apartment.

  Feeling tired and grimy after her efforts, she headed for the shower. However muddled her feelings about Kirk might be, her love for his shower would stand the test of time. Dumping her sweaty shorts and T-shirt on the floor, she climbed into the huge glass stall with a sigh of pleasure. The waterfall of hot water spilling over her head was her favorite thing. Wait, maybe it was the wall jets.

  Untying the bun at the nape of her neck, she massaged her aching scalp. She loved having long hair, but sometimes the weight of it made her wish for a cute pixie cut. After pouring a large handful of the citrus shower gel into the mass, she worked the fresh-scented liquid from root to tip. Men had it so easy. One bottle for everything, not like the clutter of concoctions littering the shelves in her bathroom.

  Fragrant steam filled the stall, coating the glass screen. The sharp aroma conjured images of Kirk in her mind, the ridges of his abs rippling as he performed endless knee-lifts while hanging from one of the wall bars. A bead of moisture trailed down the tiled wall, just like the beads of sweat trickling down his chest.

  Turning in the shower, she caught her nipple in a blast from one of the wall jets. The nub of flesh peaked, and she shivered at the erotic brush of it against her sensitive skin. Feeling naughty, she held first one breast, then the other into the pounding stream. The tingling arrowed down her middle, lower still to pool between her thighs.

  She twisted around, standing on tiptoe to try and aim another jet at the juncture of her legs, but it was too high. The one beneath, too low. Frustration mounting, she slid a hand down, rubbing her fingers over her clit. The slickness she found embarrassed her, excited her more. Reaching lower, she probed at her opening, staggering when she lost her balance on the wet floor. She caught her weight on the bench running along the back wall and sat down.

  Lifting her legs, she lowered herself onto the wide shelf. A jet from the side wall spilled onto her knees. Scooting closer, she braced her feet on either side of the jet and opened her thighs. The hot water hit her pussy, sending shots of pleasure through her.

  “God, oh God,” she whispered, trying to absorb the sudden assault on her most private place.

  It felt good, so good. She palmed her breasts, closing her eyes as she teased her nipples. There was too much sensation, making it impossible to focus on all the different sources at once. She stopped trying to rationalize it and just felt everything.

  The image of Kirk rose behind her closed lids, and she pretended the heat pounding against her pussy was his tongue, his hands, his cock. Tighter and tighter, the tension wound within her until she feared something would snap.

  Maybe there is something wrong with me?

  She could sense her orgasm just beyond her reach, but no matter how she strained, she couldn’t grasp it. Wriggling her hips in frustration, she shifted around until the jet hit just the right spot and her spine bowed, lifting her hips from the hard bench as stars burst behind her closed lids. Too much, it was too much to bear. She closed her legs, rolling off the bench to kneel beneath the cascade of the main showerhead. Crouching low, she shuddered and shook through the aftermath.

  Wow!

  It took a couple of minutes until she could get her legs back underneath her, her knees wobbling like a newborn foal. She rinsed and turned off the water. Her skin felt too sensitive to rub, so she wrapped a large towel around her body, a smaller one around her soaking hair.

  Blaming the flush in her cheeks on the heat of the shower, she carried her dirty clothes and the contents from the bathroom hamper into the main room and loaded the washing machine. The familiar sound of gravel spattering outside caught her attention, and she stood on tiptoe to peer out of the high window next to the front door.

  Kirk lifted her suitcase and, to her surprise, a bundle of shopping bags from a big-brand store. He unlocked the door, dropping the bags at his feet when he saw her next to the table.

  “I told you to take a nap,” he snapped. His frowning gaze swept the room before settling on her again. “What have you been up to?”

  “I just wanted to show my appreciation for your hospitality.” The way he scowled at her made her start to think it hadn’t been such a good idea. He cocked his head, drawing a deep breath into his nose.

  “You cooked a meal?”

  She nodded. “Stew and some homemade dumplings. Nothing fancy.” She loved to cook, and it had been too long since she’d had a chance to make a meal to share with someone.

  The expression on his face softened. “Thank you.” His nostrils flared again and he fixed his hot, dark eyes on her. A low sound rumbled deep in his chest. “Your face is red.”

  He stalked closer, and she stepped to the left, keeping the table between them.

  Her hand fluttered against her cheek. “I took a shower. I think the thermostat was set too high.”

  His eyes fixed on the top of the towel where she’d tucked the loose end between her breasts. The thick cotton covered her more than the T-shirt and shorts she’d been wearing, but she felt naked beneath his close attention. He moved again.

  She backed away, seeking the relative safety of the bedroom, but he changed direction and pushed open the bathroom door. Steam billowed out. The rumble in his chest increased to a full growl.

  “What have you been up to, kitten?” His tone shifted from annoyed to a soft, silky purr. She shuddered. His voice stroked along her skin, like a thousand tiny fireflies flashing through her awareness. There was no way he could know what she’d been doing in the shower. He glanced at her over his shoulder, the heat in his expression sending pulses of pleasure straight to her core. He knows.

  The material of the towel abraded her stiffening nipples. She licked her lower lip. She should be embarrassed, but the thought of those hot eyes fixed on her body while she touched herself sent her desire spiraling higher. Tugging t
he end of the towel free, she held it in her shaking fist for a long moment.

  “Don’t,” he groaned, more plea than command.

  “Why not?” Her lack of experience made her nervous. Maybe she was misreading the signals, and he was trying to prevent her making a fool of herself. A man like Kirk would have women queuing around the block for his attention.

  What would he want with me?

  The excitement faded, and she tucked the loose end back in. “Never mind. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  She hurried toward the pile of bags beside the table. Hefting her suitcase, she retreated to the bedroom. A band of heat curled around her upper arm, his sure grip stopping her on the threshold.

  “What were you thinking about, Silver?” he murmured.

  Heart racing, she kept her head turned away.

  “You,” she whispered. “I was thinking about you.”

  He’d clung to his determination all the way home, but the sight of her wrapped in nothing more than a towel blew his damn mind. A myriad of scents greeted him. Cleaning products, a spicy stew, the shower gel he favored, all mingled in with that honeysuckle sweetness—his new addiction. He sniffed again, locking his knees to prevent from dropping to the floor when a musky tang hit. Arousal. The little human fidgeted from foot to foot, all rosy-cheeked and smelling of pleasure.

  And according to her whispered declaration, she’d been playing with herself and thinking about him. The wolf surged forward, eager to taste, to rut and claim the delicate offering before them. The man had run out of patience also. Time to teach her a lesson. To show Silver exactly what kind of man he was. He could slake his need for her and make damn sure she never let him near her again. The more he thought about it, the more perfect the idea seemed.

  He tightened his grip on her arm. “I’m going to fuck you, Silver.” His declaration sent a shudder through her body. “Last chance to stop me, kitten.”

  Her spine stiffened, but she didn’t move. Didn’t look at him, didn’t try to pull away either. He slid his hand down her arm, took the suitcase from her, and placed it on the floor. With a firm hand on her shoulder, he steered her into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

  “Take off the towel, Silver,” he ordered, spinning her to face him. She reached up, hesitated, and he snapped his fingers beneath her nose. Her eyes jerked up to meet his.

  “When we’re in here, you do what I tell you, when I tell you. This isn’t hearts and flowers and happy-ever-after. This is fucking. I’ll make it good for you, kitten. Make it so good, you’ll be screaming my name, but we need to be clear right from the start.”

  Cheeks flaming red, she loosened the bath towel and let it drop to the floor. He sucked in a breath.

  She was fucking perfect.

  Her creamy skin undulated in all the right places. Rose-pink nipples, wide and begging for his mouth, tipped her ripe breasts. Her waist curved in above a generous pair of hips. Her frame might be small, but she would take everything he had to give her.

  Thick, dark curls concealed her pussy, and he frowned, wishing he had the patience to cart her into the bathroom and shave her clean. Next time. Only there wasn’t going to be a next time, he reminded himself. He closed the distance between them. Tugging the towel from her head, he caught the thick, damp strands of her hair in his fist as it tumbled free. Dragging her head back to the perfect position, he claimed her mouth. His teeth nipped her bottom lip hard. Taking advantage of her gasp, he shoved his tongue between her open lips and ravished the wet heat. His other hand fixed on her ass, lifting her to straddle the thigh shoved between her legs as he fucked her mouth over and over.

  Damn, she tasted good.

  He thrust again, licking the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth, tangling his tongue with hers. Little pants and moans echoed in her throat. The slight sting of her nails where she clutched his forearms for balance added an extra layer of pleasure.

  Needing more, he ripped his mouth free, grabbed her hips, and tossed her backward onto the bed. She sprawled across the white cotton, chest heaving, legs open, giving him a glimpse of her glistening pussy. He ripped his T-shirt over his head, popped his fly, and shoved the denim and his boxers down in one movement. She gasped at the sight of his cock springing free, and he gave her a fierce grin.

  “See what you do to me? My cock’s been aching for you since the moment I saw you.”

  He toed off his shoes, kicking his legs free until he stood naked before her. Gripping his shaft, he stroked his dick, palming the sensitive head. Her eyes grew round as saucers, and she nibbled her bottom lip.

  “Spread your legs, Silver. Spread them wide and hold yourself open for me. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.” She hesitated, and he growled. “Do you know what happens if you disobey me?”

  The whites of her eyes flashed. Good, she needs to be afraid of me. “If you don’t do what I tell you, I’ll turn you over and spank your ass until it glows. And then….” He moved forward until his knees hit the end of the bed, looming over her. “And then, I’ll spread that tight little hole and fuck you till you scream.”

  Her mouth dropped open, shock written large across her sweet face.

  “Spread your legs, kitten. Last chance.”

  A part of him longed for her to resist, but she raised herself on shaky elbows. Using her hands to part her labia, she gave him a clear view of her pussy. Arousal shone, coating her lower lips and trickling down between the cheeks of her ass. Her mind might shy from the idea of him fucking her ass, but her body betrayed her excitement. Shit, she’s going to kill me.

  He crawled onto the bed, grabbed her knees, and forced her legs wider still, making room for his broad shoulders. “You smell so good, kitten. I can’t wait to taste all that honey dripping from you.”

  She shuddered, but kept her hands in place. He lifted a finger, ran it the length of her pussy, and shoved it deep into her passage. Jesus, she was so fucking tight he would have a hell of job getting her to take his cock. He shuttled his finger in and out, added a second the moment the ring of muscles began to relax. The force of his hand lifted her hips, making her breasts jiggle and the air fly from her lungs on a gasping breath.

  “Am I too rough for you? It’s who I am, baby. Can you take what I need to give you?” He grunted, shifting one hand beneath her ass to lift her closer to his invading fingers.

  “I can take it.” She moaned. “Everything, Kirk, give me everything.” Cream spilled from her entrance, coating his hand, dampening the sheets beneath them.

  He pulled free, and she whimpered. Taking her hands, he lifted them from her pussy to her breasts, pressing her fingers hard around the burgeoning nipples. He tweaked the ripe points, twisting and tugging, showing her how he wanted her to do it.

  “Pinch them hard, Silver. Pinch them to the edge of pain, and then a little harder still.”

  She followed his instructions, her head thrashing against the covers as she tweaked and tormented herself. So fucking hot.

  Letting a rumble of pleasure build in his chest, he lowered his head and used his tongue to lash the tortured ends of her nipples peeking through her fingertips. She cried out, a shudder running through her body. Her hips twisted, rubbing her wet core against his rigid cock. He lifted his head to stare at her flushed face, meeting her gaze.

  “Tell me what you need, baby.” She lifted her hips, but he shook his head. “Not good enough. I’m half-crazed with the need for you. Make it clear you’re ready for me.”

  “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

  “Where, baby? In your mouth, in your pussy, in your ass?” He would claim every part of her eventually, but let her think she had a choice.

  She closed her eyes, took a breath, and opened them again. The look she gave him drew his balls up tight against his body. “Fuck my pussy, Kirk. I want your cock as deep inside my pussy as it will go. Take me, fuck me, own me.”

  Squeezing the base of his dick, he hoped he woul
dn’t blow his load the second he entered her wet heat. Those blunt words, combined with the pretty blush on her face, frayed the edge of his control. She’s human. “Don’t move.” He jumped from the bed and ran to the kitchen, rummaging through the shopping bags until he found the box of condoms he’d thrown into the basket on impulse.

  After hurrying back to the bedroom, he resumed his position between her thighs. Taking care not to rip the thin latex, he opened the packet then rolled the membrane over his shaft. He stroked his cock the length of her sex a couple of times, coating the head in her slick juices. Lining up against her entrance, he caught her gaze and held it as he pressed forward into her resisting flesh.

  Using one hand to brace his weight over her, he fed his cock inch by inch into the boiling heat of her core, pausing now and then to let her body adjust to his girth. Her body clamped down around him, and she whimpered. Fighting the urge to ram home, he held still. He liked his sex hard and furious, but there was nothing appealing about the look of discomfort on her face.

  Easing back, he froze when she dug her nails into his ass.

  “No, wait,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

  Sweat dripped from his brow to land between her breasts. He forced himself to hold still, stroking his hands up and down her thighs where they clamped around his hips. “Relax, kitten.”

  She nodded once, biting her lower lip in that way he found completely adorable. Her legs loosened beneath his gentle caresses. She dropped them to the bed, parting her thighs to give him access to her clit. He licked his thumb and reached between their bodies, applying pressure to the sensitive nub. A gasp escaped her lips, one of pleasure this time, and he crooned soft words of encouragement.

  “That’s my girl. Take your time, kitten. Find what you need. I’ll wait, Silver.” He groaned, muscles shaking at the effort to prove his words. “But fuck, baby. Find it soon.”

  She shifted beneath him, and his cock slipped another couple of inches into the velvet fist of her pussy. He rubbed her clit while she rocked herself onto his shaft. Blood bloomed in his mouth from where he bit the inside of his cheek, but he let her control the moment until finally he was fully seated inside her.