Resolve once more firm in her mind, she focused her attention on the text, only to have a determined knock at the door interrupt her. Carol groaned. She had end-of-semester exams coming. She needed to study.
She rose, went to the town-house door, and looked out the peephole. It was Mark. She was too stunned to question how he‟d discovered where she lived. She‟d certainly never told him. Not that it was a big secret or anything.
She leaned her forehead against the wood, breathing hard as the arousal that had never completely dissipated since their kiss coursed through her body, gaining strength. This close, she could smell him. His lust hit her like a tidal wave.
Carol took a step backward as he pounded on the door again.
“Carol, open up. I know you‟re in there.”
With her car in the driveway, there was no way she could pretend the house was empty. She had to deal with him, with this. “Go home, Mark.”
“I‟m not leaving. Open the door.” When she didn‟t respond, he continued banging, causing the whole frame to shudder. “Carol!”
“Go away. I‟m studying.” She couldn‟t open the door to him. If she did, all the reasons in the world wouldn‟t matter. She‟d be on him in a heartbeat.
“Carol, please.” He sounded like he was pressed right against the wood. “I know I promised to leave you alone but…”
She came forward and placed her hand on the door. “Mark,” she sighed.
“Baby, let me in.”
She could fight his demand, but his pleas? Her hand moved and slid back the chain, almost with a mind of its own, then flipped the dead bolt. When she reached the doorknob, she hesitated, her conscience warring with her instincts.
“Baby, please don‟t send me away,” he begged.
It was the nudge she needed to let him in. “This is a bad idea,” she stated as she slowly opened the door.
“Then we‟ll just have to make it good,” he pronounced as he strode inside and kicked the door closed. He stripped off his jacket and let it fall to the floor as he reached for her. “Woman, you‟re driving me crazy. I can‟t sleep. I can‟t eat. All I can think about is you.”
“This is nothing more than an intense physical attraction. We‟ll get over it,” she said a bit desperately, hands braced on his chest in a weak attempt to hold him off, fighting what she knew to be a losing battle. Already her wolf was stirring, adding heat to the lust coursing through her system.
“Too late,” he muttered before his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that blasted apart the last of her remaining barriers.
Carol raised her arms to circle his neck and clung to him, plastering her body against his. Mark‟s head twisted from side to side, searching for that perfect angle, his tongue deep in her mouth, tangling with and stroking her own until her senses were overwhelmed with the taste and scent of this forbidden human.
They fell against the wall in a tangle of groping hands and fevered kisses.
Carol heard herself growl and tried to stop.
“Shit, that‟s sexy. Do it again,” he ordered, gasping for air.
The growl morphed to a moan as his mouth latched on to her T-shirt-covered breast. She clutched his shoulders and had to make a conscious effort to keep her claws from sprouting.
“You make me crazy the way you go around braless. I see these tits, and I want to taste them, tease them. See how much of it I can fit into my mouth.” He stripped her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Gazing at her breasts with what appeared to be reverence, he said, “They‟re even prettier than I imagined.”
Mark flicked one of her nipples with his thumb, and it instantly hardened, while her hips jerked forward. His gaze flew to hers. “How sensitive are they?” She hissed. “Very.”
The grin he gave her was savagely sexy. “This is going to be fun.” He dipped his head, mouth opened wide, and latched on to her breast. He consumed the whole thing. Carol had never been happier that her breasts were small.
Mark drew so strongly on it, her nipple was flattened against the top of his mouth. She let out a keening cry, and grabbed his head, holding him to her.
He switched sides. She went a little crazy, clawing at his shirt, trying to get to skin. He stopped long enough to help her remove it before his mouth was right back at her breasts, his hands cupping her ass.
Carol ground herself on his cock. The feel of his hard flesh pressed to her soft contours was exquisite. Mark inserted a leg between her own and rubbed his sex against her. Back to the wall, she arched into him and rode the ridge of his erection, the flimsy material of her gray jersey shorts and cotton panties no barrier.
“Need…to…be…in…you…now,” he panted as he ripped open the zipper and shoved down his pants.
His penis—tall, strong, and thick—fell out of the opening. Carol wrapped her greedy little fingers around it, instinctively pumping up and down.
“Shit, that feels good. Too good. Stop or this will be over before it gets started.” She removed her hand and pushed her shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them when they dropped around her ankles. Mark went still as stone, barely even breathing.
“Is something wrong? Am I moving too fast?” she asked worriedly.
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he re-opened them, they held so much heat she felt seared where she stood. “You are so damn beautiful. Even more than I‟d imagined.”
Having always been somewhat of a tomboy, she was embarrassed by Mark‟s praise. Carol could feel her face flushing.
“Baby, I hope you‟re ready for me, ‟cause I don‟t think I can wait much longer,” he confessed on a groan.
“Take me,” she said, reaching for him.
His mouth slammed down on hers in a kiss that another woman might have called brutal. To Carol, it was an indicator of how far gone he was. He grabbed under her left knee and lifted her leg. One of his hands felt along her slit and slid inside her sheath, testing her readiness. “Fuck, you‟re wet. Tell me it‟s all for me.” “It‟s for you.”
In a display of brute strength worthy of a shifter, Mark lifted her up high on the wall. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.
Carol curled both legs around his waist. Mark lined his sex up with hers, rubbing back and forth until he prodded her opening.
He played with her, drawing the moment out until Carol thought she‟d lose her mind. “I thought you couldn‟t wait,” she bit out.
“I can‟t,” he said and slammed home. “Shit, condom,” he stated as he withdrew.
“I need…”
“I‟m protected,” she cried as she desperately tried to get him back where he belonged.
“Thank you, God,” he breathed out and, gripping her ass, pulled her down to meet his thrusting cock as he impaled her again.
Carol bit down on the tendon between his neck and shoulder, her fangs locking, while taking a layer of skin off his back with his claws.
“Ahhhh! That‟s right. Bite me. Scratch me. Show me how good it feels to you.” He adjusted his hold on her and began a pounding rhythm.
Mark quickly took her to the edge and then shoved her over. She bit down so hard trying not to howl that she tasted blood. He accepted her abuse and demanded more. “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy tighten on my cock. Milk me, baby.”
His upper body pinned hers to the wall. Holding her by the ass and bending at his knees, he drove into her with his whole body. Growling noises rose up from her chest.
“Oh hell yeah. Growl for me, baby.”
She growled and snarled and muffled a howl as she came again. She‟d thought a human couldn‟t handle her, but Mark was proving her wrong. He worked her until she saw stars.