He turned her in his arms and kissed her. A wild, earthy, sexual meeting of the mouths that promised a blissful outcome if they hurried out of their clothes.
Ty ended the kiss and nipped her lip. “Damn, Julia. I want you. But our timing sucks. I’m with you on not liking this place. We need to get home.” He lifted her hips and ground into her, his erection imposing and so very welcome.
Think, Julia. Sex with Ty is bad. Julia wished she could remember why, because her hormones screamed at her to finish what he teased with that kiss.
She licked the flesh of his throat then bit hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned and tightened his hold on her.
“Fuck, Julia. Stop before I come in my pants. I swear, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Hmm?” She continued to kiss him, trailing her lips down his throat to the parted V of his shirt.
“The last time I came on your shirt. I’m about to come in my pants. Stop,” he rasped when her hand slid under his jeans and wrapped around his cock. “God, you are so sexy. I’ve dreamed of taking you in so many ways.” He moaned and thrust against her palm. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to fuck you in full view of anyone who comes out the back door.” His growly warning forced her to look up at him. The slit pupils staring back at her showed her how close he straddled the edge of reason.
With regret, she drew back. A drop of come clung to her finger and she licked it, daring him to protest.
His gaze brightened, like orbs of molten silver. “You’re really pushing it, baby. Flat on your back, my cock up that pussy. In about five seconds if you don’t turn away and walk back into the house,” he hissed.
His posture screamed dominance, and she wanted to show her belly and submit. Then turn over onto her hands and knees and present herself for a true mating, lifting her tail in the air and—
Hell, I’m really losing it. Julia jumped back as common sense returned. She blushed at the harsh look of lust on Ty’s face. “Oh, man. What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t. And neither was I.” Ty swore under his breath and shifted his arousal in his tight jeans. “Go into the house, Julia. Your scent is hell on my control. Tell Jason we need to leave. Pretend you’re sick or something. Then as soon as we get home, we’ll finish this.”
“No.” She took a deep breath for calm. “As soon as we get home, we’re leaving Nowhere. We can shift and run to the nearest town for transportation. You and I are a mistake waiting to happen.”
His eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just what I said. You don’t need another notch on your bedpost, Ty,” she said nastily but unable to help it. Oh God, I sound catty.
“Notch on my what? Don’t tell me you listen to rumors, Julia. You should know that half the stories floating in town are bullshit.” He scoffed.
“Oh? So Katie Heasting? Reggie Ross? Were they lying when they talked about how hot you are between the sheets?”
The dull flush on his cheeks answered for him. She slowly, deliberately walked away.
“Oh, come on, Julia. That was a while ago.”
“Three months is not a while.”
“You’re keeping track?”
She didn’t turn around to see the astonishment she could clearly hear in his voice. Time to find Jason and leave. And time to convince Meghan about the error of her ways.
Ty stared at the end of a fluffy black tail disappearing around a tree before him. Julia had to be one of the fastest silver foxes he’d ever raced. The minute they’d returned to the cabin, she’d excused herself to her room, where she’d loudly locked the door behind her.
Gabby retired as well, and Meghan left them to spend the night with Jason at their cabin a mile away.
Following Julia, Ty increased his speed, no longer caring if she heard him or not. Who the hell did she think she was to deny their connection? Even if his animal spirit hadn’t demanded he finish this dance between them, he refused to ignore the pull of Julia Easton. Everything about her resonated on his level. He loved her seriousness, the subtle twinkle in her eye that told him when she liked something or not.
The dichotomy of her passion with her family and her stoic professionalism at work further intrigued a man who lived to solve puzzles. Julia was one large riddle he couldn’t resist.
Racing after her, he jumped over tree roots, avoided a huge-ass owl after a field mouse and skirted several large rocks. The thrill of the chase added a dangerous element to his pursuit, as the animal in him began to seriously take over.
Running for nearly an hour, he lifted his head and followed her sweet scent. To his delight, he found a hint of musk that identified his little fox’s intense arousal.
Mindless to everything but capturing and mounting his prize, he let his animal lead the way.
He found her panting in a darkened cave illuminated by the haze of moonlight passing through a natural skylight overhead. Bright yellow eyes glowed in the shadows. She growled as he neared, her ears back, her hackles raised. Yet her scent called to him on another level entirely. She made him hunger in a way he never had for any other female.
With a loud bark he jumped her, accepting the bites and scratch marks of a worthy adversary. Never had the prize been so sweet, and he fought for all he was worth as he gradually subdued the smaller but no less fierce vixen.
Unable to stop himself, and finally assured she’d capitulated, he waited for her to ready herself. She nudged him, lifted her tail, and teased that very hungry part of him. With a soft woof and a purr of victory, he let his desire and his animal spirit take charge.
While mating in animal form, they remained tied as he poured himself into her. He’d swear a solid click locked into place between him and the stubborn woman who made him complete. As one, they both shifted back to their human forms and then they fell asleep, exhausted from their trek through the forest.
Sometime later under the glow of moonlight, Ty roused and turned to Julia, not surprised to find her awake.
He stared down into bright brown eyes glinting in the dark.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly, embarrassed he’d lost himself to his silver fox.
She nodded but didn’t speak. Her eyes searched his, the intensity in her gaze palpable.
“I’ve never done that before. I mean, the fox, he’s never… Normally I’m in control.” He was making a muck of it. To his relief, she nodded again.
“It’s okay. I was, ah, kind of lost too.”
Ty stroked her soft hair and watched the pleasure reflected in her smile. “You’re so beautiful.” He sighed and leaned down to kiss her, aware the ground had to be cold, rough and generally uncomfortable. Still, his dick hardened to the point of pain when he tasted the ripeness of her lips.
“Um, Ty?” She squirmed under him, bringing his hot shaft in better contact with her slick thighs.
Taking advantage, he grabbed his dick and pushed it between her legs, not penetrating, just caged by her limbs. Her hot moisture stirred him like nothing could.
He was beginning to understand Julia a lot better the more time he spent around her. The controlled front she presented at home was just that, a front. The reality of this precious vixen was that she had needs, wants and fears, like everyone else.
Personally, he’d never much liked her aunt and uncle. Too bent on outdoing everyone else in the clan, the older Eastons only cared about pedigree and clan standing. Funny that Julia and her sisters didn’t reflect that one bit.