SEDUCTIVE SUPERNATURALS: 12 Tales of Shapeshifters, Vampires & Sexy Spirits (185 page)

She brought her hands to his chest and leaned into his sweet kiss, revelling in the feel of his strong arms around her. How many times had she dreamed of this since their first night together? She wanted him, and her body wouldn’t be satisfied until his was naked and poised above her in bed. But her mind had doubts. “If we do this and Clark finds out…could you lose your job?”

“Fuck my job. I’d rather have you.”

“That had better not be your penis talking, because if we make love, there’s no going back to how it was before. I’m not the kind of woman who just gives my body… My heart comes with it, like a package deal. We’re partners, and sex changes things.”

He swallowed, staring down at her. “I want the whole package, Evelyn…if you’ll have me.”

Her body burned for him. But his words ignited the ember she’d been carrying in her heart for him and set it ablaze. What she felt for him was all consuming. He knew her greatest weakness. He’d seen it and he’d lived with it, and yet he still wanted her.

“Yes, Jesse, I’ll have you.” She smiled and drew his head down to press her lips against his. “Now take me already.”

With a grin, he picked her up around her middle and brought her legs up to wrap around his waist. She squeezed him tight, drawing them closer, and that little black bikini was the only thing holding back the rush of fluid coating her channel. She didn’t have words for how much she wanted him.

He rested her back against the bathroom wall, pushing her core snug against his hips, and took her head in both hands. He kissed her feverishly, like he was starving for her. “Evelyn…” he whispered against her swollen lips.

After a lifetime of possessions and failed relationships, she wasn’t an expert when it came to men and passion. But when Jesse delved inside her mouth with his tongue, she was ready to experience whatever he gave her. Little moans escaped her as she breathed the air he exhaled and tasted his sweet tongue.

His fingers tangled in her hair and he kissed her deeper still. When he pressed her against the wall and ground his hips, she felt the bulge in his pants rock against her core and almost lost it. Experience or not, her body was wet and ready for him. There was nothing she needed more than to know what it felt like to be taken by this man, stretched and filled by his passion.

“Carry me to the bed,” she whispered against his ear, allowing her teeth to graze his sensitive skin.

He pulled away from the bathroom wall and wrapped his arms around her like he was giving her a bear hug. It flattened her breasts against his chest, and with every step he took toward the bed, his shaft rubbed against the crux of her thighs, lighting her nerve endings on fire.

He laid her on the big, soft comforter, following her down as she remained trapped in the cage of his arms. Then he surprised her by rolling with her until she was seated astride him. She rubbed her aching center along the ridge of his erection. Holy shit, she wanted him.

Her birth control chip was embedded in her arm and they were both healthy. Was there any reason she couldn’t unzip him and finally feel what it was like to have that much raw strength bucking underneath her? She listened for a little voice warning her against it, but even her brain was on board.

“Can I touch you?” She leaned down to kiss him and with one hand, ran her fingers along the hard length straining against his jeans.

“There’s no going back if you do.” He gave her a wry smile. “You want the body, you get the whole Sentinel. It’s a package deal.”

She unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his jeans until his boxer-clad erection was standing away from his body. When she ran a hand along it, he sucked in a breath and leaned his head back on the bed. She was trying to take it slow, but she’d never wanted to unwrap a gift faster. “That sounds like a very good deal to me.”

The way he watched her, she knew he was desperate for her touch. She looked down at herself in her skimpy black bikini. “Why do you have so many more clothes on than I do? Here, let’s fix that…”

She pulled at the hem of his shirt and worked it over his head, then sat back and looked at his chest and abs. She’d seen his torso before, but still it struck her almost speechless. Bodies didn’t get better than this. And the best part was that Jesse’s body wasn’t just for show. Every faceted muscle worked together to make him a beautiful paradox—both a deadly adversary to his enemies and the safest haven Evelyn had ever known.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chest, daring to flick her tongue against his flat nipples. Jesse groaned and ran his hands down her arms, then slowly back up again as she explored every inch of him, even the sweet little indention of his belly button and the soft line of brown hair that started just under it, tempting her by where it led.

She’d always imagined making love to Jesse in the dead of night, but with the sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains, she could see every freckle on his skin, every little line and scratch and scar that made him who he was…and she left none untouched. By the end, she was drunk on the taste of his skin, but he was growing restless, his hands tangling in her hair.

“When is it my turn?” he asked, his eyes almost feverish. “I need to taste you.”

Evelyn smiled, feeling like a goddess with the power she had over him. “Hush, now. Just lie there and take it like a man.”

* * *

By the time Evelyn scooted off the bed and started taking off his shoes, Jesse was ready to howl in frustration. She unlaced one shoe and dropped it to the floor, then the next, and peeled his socks from his feet. At that point, he wouldn’t have cared if his pants were rolled up around his ankles like a fool. He just needed her. When she pulled at the legs of his jeans, he lifted his hips to help her, praying she’d take his boxers off at the same time. She didn’t. “Evelyn, you’re killing me.”

She chuckled, trailing her hand up his bare calf as he lay helpless on his back, waiting for more. “Are you the same guy who said he was faster, smarter, and trained harder than the average man?”

He laughed. What a time to be giving him shit. He loved it, but his body was telling him to jump up, flip her onto her back, and take her now. “Harder than the average man?” He glanced at his cock, threatening to bust the seams of his boxers. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Her hand traveled farther and farther up his leg to his inner thigh, and she followed the motion, crawling back onto the bed beside him and kissing his lips. He sucked in a breath when her hand gripped his shaft through the thin fabric. “Please…” he begged.

He’d never had to beg a woman in his life. He’d never needed one as badly as he needed Evelyn. When this assignment was over, he was never letting her sign on for possession again. She had offered him her body and her heart—and he wanted them both. From here on out, he wouldn’t share her body with another soul.

When she finally slipped his boxers off and he felt the first lick of her tongue on his crown, he almost exploded right then and there. Only his pride and a desire for retribution held him back. He wasn’t letting this end before he was good and ready and Evelyn understood that he could dish it out as well as he could take it.

With a growl, he pulled her up his body and then rolled her under him. “Who has more clothes on now?”

Her hands clutched at his scalp when he began kissing a trail down her neck that ended at the edge of her bikini top. He ran his tongue just under the rim of the fabric and loved the way she shivered. He felt unworthy somehow, like he was being given the greatest gift any man had ever received, when he untied her top and sucked one rosy nipple deep into his mouth. “Ah!” she yelped, clutching him tighter. “Jesse…”

“You like that?” he whispered against her wet nipple, watching it pucker even harder from the tickle of his breath.

He looked up at her face, licking flat and wide against her nipple. He loved the way it felt against the center of his tongue. She nodded in response, her eyes closed and her skin flushed. “Yeah. I like it.”

He tested the weight of one full, round breast in his hand while he bent to suckle the other. It wasn’t fair to have only one mouth and have to choose between the two. They were as lush as vine-ripened grapes…but so much sweeter to his tongue. He could have happily feasted on them forever, but her sexy hips were rising up, rubbing her mound against his shaft. He would have laughed if he wasn’t aching so bad from wanting her. She’d tortured him for who knew how long, but she couldn’t take five minutes of him worshipping her breasts.

He leaned back and held her hips down to the mattress with the palms of his hand. “What are you doing? Lie back and take it like a woman,” he teased.

But she clearly wasn’t seeing the humor in the situation. Her long brown hair was mussed from her head thrashing side to side, her cheeks and neck flushed, and her lips parted. “I want to. Let me take you like a woman, Jesse.”

When he saw the burning desire in her eyes, all his best laid plans of slow and languorous torture were forgotten. If she needed him, he couldn’t not take her. He rolled to his side next to her and slipped her bikini bottom off with one hand. “Evelyn…” he whispered.

His feelings for her overwhelmed him. He’d never had to worry about scaring a woman away before, but he wanted to explore this uncharted territory cautiously. Now that he had the woman of his dreams, he wasn’t going to lose her.

He found her wet sex with his fingers and she gasped and bucked against his hand. He learned her shape and gauged how she moved her hips when he touched her just so, and after a few minutes, when her panted breaths against his lips turned to moaning, he thought she was ready for him. He stood, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and spread her legs wide.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said, feasting his eyes on her slick pink sheath.

He rubbed his crown against her moisture, readying her to take him, and when he couldn’t wait any longer, he slowly thrust his hips and pushed inside her warm, wet channel.

He’d barely pushed in and pulled back before her dainty hands found his ass and clutched him tighter. He wanted so badly to take this slow for her, but they would have to do slow next time. She licked her lips and whimpered, grinding herself against him—and that was it. He thrust harder this time, finding a rhythm that made him go out of his mind. He filled her completely, her tight channel clinging to every inch of him.

The flush of desire was bright on her skin as she met his eyes. He stood at the edge of the mattress, taking his pleasure in her body and giving it back, and he wanted their lovemaking to last forever. He would never get the image of Evelyn in this moment, with her hair splayed over a bed fit for a queen, out of his mind. She deserved all of this and he was going to give it to her. Anything she wanted.

“Jesse…” she gasped, getting so close. “Harder…”

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, then took her hips in his hands so he could control the depth and strength of his thrusts. He gripped her tight, giving her everything he had, praying he could last just a little longer. He wanted to close his eyes and give in to this perfect ecstasy, but he couldn’t look away from her face.

* * *

Evelyn reached down and put her hands over Jesse’s as he held her hips in his tight grip. With every upward thrust, she felt his crown brush her core. He was so much bigger than her, but her body welcomed him in, taking every delicious inch he fed her.

She’d never seen anything as sensual as the way his hazel eyes locked onto her face, like he was memorizing her features. There was fierceness in his expression, one that said he owned her, but there was tenderness, too, and some stronger emotion that she dared not hope for but her heart recognized. She felt it, too. Having him inside her, it was as if at that moment, all the broken things in her life were mending back together.

She clutched at him and had to close her eyes against the building tide beginning to wash over her. She could do nothing but take him, but he set the perfect pace, the perfect motion, and as she started to moan, he took her harder. Her pleasure erupted into waves of fire and ice that started in her womb and spilled out to every nerve ending of her body.

He took her legs from his shoulders and crushed his body against hers, his chest rubbing against her breasts with every thrust. He breathed into her hair, panting, and then thrust deep and held, his body quaking with his release.

He held her without saying a word, both of them clinging to each other and catching their breath. When she thought she could move again, she ran her hands over his back, amazed by the play of muscles over his ribs.

He moved to the center of the bed, restacked the pillows, and dragged her over to him. “Come here, short stack.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Short stack, huh? You didn’t seem to mind a minute ago.”

He smiled, but there was strong emotion in his eyes when he regarded her. “I never minded. Not from day one, my love.”

She lay by his side, her cheek pressed against his chest as she simply listened to the steady and comforting beat of his heart. A moment had never been so perfect…until she felt his abs bunch like he was trying to sit up. When she looked up at him, he put one finger to her mouth and the other to his earpiece.

“Yeah, Sasha. We may need help coaxing Lauren out this time. She was feeling warm today and didn’t respond when Evelyn summoned her. We were invited to the neighbors’ house tonight. We can’t miss the opportunity to go, have a look around, and meet folks.”

He paused, listening, and pulled Evelyn tighter to his bare chest, his hand smoothing her hair. “We’re not worried…just curious what the hell is happening. Is it normal for Lauren to feel overheated in Evelyn’s body? I thought maybe you could come over and help us out.” His muscles went tense. “Ten minutes away? I…uh…figured you might still be at Roseview Terrace. No, of course that works. We’re not busy.” He winked at her. Not anymore they weren’t.

Immortal Possession: Chapter Fourteen

Evelyn laid the bullet on the coffee table and sat on the floor, her legs sinking slightly into the faux fur rug. She was starting to get a little sore from her lovemaking with Jesse, but it felt good. It reminded her that she was alive and in her own skin. She didn’t know how to act now. It was all too soon. She’d only had time for a five-minute shower, and now here she was, in the library with soaking wet hair waiting for Sasha.