Her wolf had been sulking, but roused to agree that taking her mate for a test drive wasn’t a bad idea. Amy wasn’t nearly as upset at the beast’s suggestion as she should have been.
Evan put his lips by her ear and spoke in a whisper, probably in an attempt to keep the other sharp-eared wolves from overhearing. “Come home with me. Let me make you feel good.”
Lust was temporarily smacked down by another shot of guilt. “Umm, about your place. We need to talk.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I noticed my apartment was on the list of things you appropriated.”
“You can ignore the eviction notice when it arrives, okay? I mailed it two days ago.”
His chuckle broke into full-out laughter, and he twirled her. Brought her to the ground carefully and cupped her face in his hands. “You are the most perfect woman in the world.”
Then he kissed her. Wrong place, wrong time for a gesture that might have appeared a claiming, but she was far too into what they were doing to complain.
To hell with it. All she was worried about was enjoying the way he tasted. The way his tongue tangled with hers, and the intense pleasure streaking through her entire body.
Some smart-ass wolf whistled, and Evan finally let her go, breathing heavily as he flashed the bird at his pack member. He grabbed Amy by the hand and dragged her toward the door.
Raging desire fought with the urge to do at least a few things to smooth her future with the pack. “We shouldn’t vanish. We need to say goodbye, and say thank you to Gem, and all of that,” Amy chastised him.
“You’re right,” he agreed without slowing one notch. He shoved her coat at her, jammed his arms into his leather jacket. He barely waited until she’d pulled on her coat before picking her up.
“Evan!”
He jerked the door open, shouting over his shoulder into the room. “Thanks for dinner, Gem. Goodbye, everyone. Don’t do anything that gets you arrested, because I’m not bailing anyone out.”
They were beside her car before she could protest again. She went for one desperate shot at regaining control. “My place.”
His response was to grin like a maniac. “No problem.”
Oh boy. Amy focused hard on not getting any speeding tickets on the way. The little internal argument with her conscience about keeping things platonic until she’d been told the full truth was over. Evan met her outside the driver door, scooping her up in his arms again and damn near sprinting to the front of her house.
If she hadn’t been as eager as him, she would have laughed.
It was time. Her head and heart might regret this in the morning, but her body was currently the one in control. Damn the consequences, full speed ahead.
Chapter Twelve
He needed to get his head back in the game, but with the scent of his mate filling his head, Evan teetered on the edge of losing the final link to his humanity.
He should be more concerned about how they were going to balance their differences, but he simply couldn’t muster a single damn fuck.
She unlocked her door, and he pounced, every last iota of patience vanishing. Maybe she had other plans, but his were pretty direct and to the point. “Excuse me while I shred your clothes.”
He kicked the door shut behind them before crowding closer. He picked her up and planted their lips together the way they belonged.
Amy wrapped herself around him like she had earlier in his office, fingers driving into his hair to keep their mouths connected. Her taste was mesmerizing, and he could’ve stayed there all night licking and tasting, and tasting some more. Nibbling on her lower lip as the air from their lungs mingled.
His shirt was already open as she worked to strip it away. She clung with her inner thighs to his hips while she jerked the fabric free, tugging upward to bare his skin. He leaned back, balancing her against his body so he could return the favour and yank her shirt off in one motion.
Their bodies made heavenly contact. He went back for another round of kisses, stumbling forward blindly. Amy moaned, and the noise went straight to his balls. His knees trembled, and the next thing he knew she was smack up against the wall.
Twice in one day. He could get used to this position. Oh. Hell. Yeah.
She pulled his hair hard enough to free their lips from each other, drawing in a deep breath. “Touch me. Touch me everywhere.” She tilted his head until their eyes made contact. “Just don’t mark me. Promise.”
“Biting is okay though, right?” He snapped his teeth, and her pupils dilated further. “And nails. Please, dear God, tell me you like to use your nails.”
She shivered and touched their foreheads together. “This thing tonight between us? It isn’t a forever commitment, but I want you. So, yes, do your worst.”
“You mean do my best.” He twirled them, finally having identified where the couch was. The curtains hung wide open, and the sky was clear enough that moonlight slipped in. He dropped her and had the button on her pants undone, unzipped and stripped away before she stopped bouncing.
He snapped the fabric at both sides of her thong and tossed it over his shoulder. He picked her up and returned to the wall, only this time, he lifted her higher. Nudging his teeth against her breast.
Amy caught his head for balance. “I don’t need a lot of foreplay.”
“It’s not foreplay, it’s a conversation. And I like to talk in detail.” Evan hummed happily as he examined one pretty breast then the other. “Oh look! Just what I ordered.”
He licked in slow circles, sneaking in on the tip until he could no longer resist closing his lips and sucking. Amy squirmed, attempting to get more of her breast into his mouth. He was content to torment her, alternating sides until she was swearing at him, thighs squeezing his ribs so hard they creaked.
“I can scent how turned on you are,” Evan gloated.
She groaned in frustration. “I think we’ve established that fact. Hurry up and fuck me.”
Evan shook his head, pushing one hand down her body so he could slip his fingers between her folds. “I’ve waited a long time for this. No one gets to take away my toys.”
He played her, stroking his fingers over sensitive spots. Every time he hit the right speed and tempo, Amy rewarded him with a gasp or moan. He had two fingers buried deep, his thumb working her clit when she stiffened, a long, low keen of delight echoing off the walls.
They weren’t yet fully mates, but the absolute satisfaction of getting her off blew him away. He always made sure his partners had a good time, but this was different. He not only wanted her to feel great, he wanted her to know it was him who had taken her there. That no one else could possibly want as much for her.
He put her feet on the ground, bracing her against the wall as he fell to his knees. “Again. A little louder this time. I don’t think the neighbours heard you yet.”
She attempted to collapse to the floor with him, but he held her vertical, one hand braced over her stomach as he put his lips to her sex. Her full taste hit him, and for a moment he froze, absolutely rocked with delight.
Amy trembled. “If you stop right now, I swear I will duct tape you to the center of the street then organize a stampede of wild caribou.”
“Hush. I’m savouring my dessert.”
Her shaking turned to laughter. “Damn you, Evan. I need you inside me.”