He molded his hand to her bare breast before he plucked at her nipple with his fingers.
Daylen’s fingers tightened in his hair as she pushed his head lower. Knowing exactly what she wanted, Jager lifted her shirt to her chin and bent his head to her breast. He laved the tight peak with the flat of his tongue and then sucked it inside his mouth.
Daylen’s hips bucked beneath him as she let out a breathy moan.
The smell of her arousal, and the sounds she made, were pushing at the limits of his control, but Jager continued to suck at her breast. “I need to see how wet you are,” he said once he released her nipple. “You smell so damn good. I bet you’ll taste just as good, but that would be too risky.” He trailed his hand down her side to the top of her pajama bottoms. Licking the underside of her breast, he asked, “Do you want me to touch you, Daylen?” Jager chanced a look at her and found she had her eyes closed. The sight of her face flushed with desire made his cock jerk in his jeans.
“God, yes,” Daylen panted.
Jager moved off Daylen so he lay beside her on his side. Resting his weight on a bent arm, he watched her face as he shoved his hand down the front of her pajamas. She spread her legs wider when he dragged a finger along the seam of her pussy. He bit back a growl of need. Daylen was more than wet for him.
Using a finger to spread her folds, Jager circled her clit with the tip of his finger before he pushed it inside her core. The feel of her warm wetness closing around his finger caused his cock to strain against the zipper of his jeans. He was so hard he was surprised he hadn’t burst it.
When Daylen’s inner muscles gripped his finger while he slid it in and out of her pussy, he pushed another inside her. She moaned and lifted her hips, matching his strokes. Jager thrust his fingers faster and used the heel of his palm to rub her clit. Her wetness flowed around his fingers, making him wish it was his cock moving deep inside her.
Daylen moaned. “Ahhh…I’m going to…”
Jager continued to push her closer to climax. “Come for me, Daylen. Let me watch you fly.”
Her breaths came in pants. She clutched at the sheet beneath her as the first flutter of her orgasm caused her inner muscles to grip his fingers. When she fell over the edge, Daylen let out a loud, long moan. Her pussy clenched around his fingers.
Aching to claim her, fighting to maintain his control, Jager pulled his fingers out of Daylen and dropped his head to her chest. Once he was sure his eyes were no longer glowing, he lifted his head. Daylen was still breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She opened them after he brushed a gentle kiss across her lips.
“I’ll be back this evening,” he said as he got off the bed and stood. “If I stay here any longer, I’m going to do something I know you’re not ready for.”
Jager then walked out of the bedroom. He unlocked the front door and stepped outside. With the scent of Daylen’s arousal on his skin, and the image of how she looked when she’d come, leaving her was the last thing Jager wanted to do. Gritting his teeth against the unfulfilled desire that made his cock throb painfully, he took off at a run down the street. At least he now knew where Daylen lived, and that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Chapter Five
He was gone. Daylen heard her front door close behind him. He’d given her one hell of an orgasm and then just got up and left. Realizing her shirt was still pushed to her chin, she roughly yanked it down to cover her breasts.
What the hell was the matter with her? She had never been the type of woman to get swept away by passion to the extent that she lost the use of her higher brain functions.
And she sure as shit had no business letting a man like Jager touch her so intimately. He was a bad guy. Good cops did not go around letting the bad guys make them come, no matter how good it had been.
Disgusted with herself, Daylen sat up. Her body still thrummed with little aftershocks of pleasure. It also craved more of Jager’s touch. A shiver went through her when her thoughts strayed to how good it had felt to have his large body pressing down on hers, and how big his cock had felt against her pussy. Daylen gave herself a hard shake. She had to snap out of it. Her reaction to Jager was totally uncalled for. When he came back this evening, and she had a good feeling that he would, she would steel herself against him. If he touched her again, Daylen knew without a doubt she would let all her guards down as she had done this time. One touch and the man turned her into a quivering pile of jelly. She could blame it on sleep deprivation, but Daylen knew she would only be fooling herself. Both times when he had kissed her, here and in the alley, she’d hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything but getting more of him.
Pushing thoughts of how good a kisser Jager was out of her head, Daylen then remembered about the wolf. She quickly stood and made her way over to the bathroom.
She hadn’t heard a sound out of him since she’d awakened to find Jager standing over her. Daylen soon found out the reason why he had been so quiet. The bathroom door stood wide open with no sign of the wolf anywhere.
“Terrific.” At this rate she wasn’t going to get any sleep at all.
Daylen did a quick search of the rest of the house, but the wolf wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The only thing she could think of was that somehow the wolf had managed to get out of the bathroom when Jager had broken into the house. He must have left the front door standing open. Daylen figured Jager had to have picked her lock since there were no signs of forced entry, and none of the windows in the house were open. The wolf must have just walked out while she had been busy with Jager.
She went to the front door one last time and opened it. No wolf sat on her front porch or ran around in her front yard. He was more than likely long gone. Daylen just hoped he stayed out of trouble.
Closing and locking the front door, Daylen went back to bed. So far this had been one hell of a strange morning. She crawled under the covers as sleep tugged at her. How much she was going to get of it remained to be seen, especially since what had taken place earlier in her bed started to play through her head when she closed her eyes. Rolling to her side, she punched the pillow under her head, determined to forget about Jager and how he made her body go up in flames.
The feel of someone shaking him had Jager reaching under the sheets for the sword that lay next to him. Not completely awake, he still managed to get it out from under the covers in case he needed to use it.
“Jesus, Jager. How many times do I have to tell you to knock it off with the sword already?” asked a very exasperated female voice. “And please don’t tell me you sleep with that thing in your bed every night.”
Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, he looked up to find Roxie standing beside his bed with her hands on her hips. She stared down at him with an expression that matched the tone of her voice. Jager searched the room with his gaze and saw that Roxie had come up to his bedroom alone. “Yes, I sleep with my sword. What time is it?” he asked in a sleep-roughened voice. “And what the hell are you doing in my bedroom, let alone here at the mansion?”
Roxie shook her head. “Blunt as usual I see. It’s twelve-thirty. As for what I’m doing here, well, when you didn’t show up for your scheduled babysitting of me, and Leif arrived to take your place, I of course had to rush over here to find out why you were still sleeping.”
Jager groaned and rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “Damn it. Leif told you.”
“Of course he told me,” Roxie said with a laugh. “The man is scared shitless that he’ll be next to find his mate.” She reached up and brushed a length of her long golden brown hair over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes flashed with amusement. “Get out of bed.