Before she could say her name, he said, “Right this way, Miss Whitmore. Your table is ready.”
After they were seated with menus in front of them, Skylar said, “I guess I’m going to have to get used to strange men recognizing my ma…girlfriend.”
She caught the slight stumble in words when he’d spoken. “Are you the jealous type, Skylar?”
“When it comes to you, I’m afraid I will be a little. I’ve never taken out a woman who was famous before. I’ll try not to make an ass of myself in front of you.”
Braelyn chuckled. “Nothing wrong with a little jealousy. You might not be famous, but you do tend to draw a lot of female attention.”
Skylar pinned her with a stare that would have caused her knees to give out on her if she hadn’t already been seated. “They can look, but I belong only to you.”
Hearing him say he was hers sent a thrill through her. They had only known each other for such a short period of time, but Braelyn had already had thoughts of how their relationship would work once she returned to LA. She didn’t want to give Skylar up. Even though she’d really had no idea what her ideal man would be like, he seemed to be everything she’d unknowingly been looking for. And any man who would happily follow her around on one of her shopping trips without uttering a single complaint was a man she needed to hang on to.
Letting some of how she felt about him show in her eyes, she said softly, “Then I’ll hold on tight and won’t let go.”
Their server came and took their orders and returned with the food in good time. They had just finished their meals when he brought up the subject of what they would do with the rest of the day.
“Do you have any plans up your sleeve I should know about? I also forgot to mention I have a few days off from work, starting tonight.”
With the knowledge they could spend the night together as well, a shot of excitement went through her. Skylar’s time off couldn’t have worked out any better. She picked up her purse and put it on the table next to her empty plate. She opened it. The first thing she spotted was the letter, but decided now wasn’t the time to bring it up. Reaching past the envelope, she plucked out the keycard she’d put in there earlier.
Braelyn held it out for Skylar to see. “Since you didn’t seem ready to take me to your place, and we can’t very well be together at my parents’ house, when I made the reservation this morning I also booked a room at the hotel for one night.”
For a split second she thought she saw Skylar’s eyes glimmer with a shimmering light, dim, faint but there nonetheless. She stared for a moment, but he closed his eyes briefly. Once he opened them again whatever it was had gone. He stared at her with hunger. “You booked us a room here in the hotel?”
“Yes.”
“You do realize what will happen once we go there?”
Her body went up in flames, knowing full well what he implied. She’d counted on it. “Last night in your car was a taste. I now want all of it.”
Barely louder than a whisper, so soft she had to strain to hear it, Skylar said under his breath, “I’m not that strong.” He then signaled their server over to their table.
Skylar kept telling himself he would be breaking one of Roxie’s rules the whole time he ushered Braelyn out of the restaurant and to the other side of the lobby where the bank of elevators were. He knew what would happen as soon as he got her inside the room. And with the mating urge riding him hard, and his wolf demanding he claim his mate, he didn’t think he could stop from taking the final step that would bind their souls together. It would be too much to ask of him not to make love to Braelyn.
When the elevator car arrived, they stepped inside and silently rode it to the floor where their room was located. Skylar clenched his hands into tight fists to stop himself from dragging Braelyn into his arms and ravishing her right there and then as the scent of her arousal filled the small space. His cock strained against his zipper. No, he definitely wasn’t strong enough to resist the pull his mate had over him. And he didn’t think oral sex would satisfy him enough to avoid completing the act this time. After the dream he’d had of making love to her early that morning, his body was too primed.
The elevator dinged when it reached their floor, and they stepped out. Since Braelyn had the keycard, he allowed her to get ahead of him as they walked down the long hall. He skimmed his gaze down the length of her body, staying a few extra seconds on her shapely ass encased in her tight jeans. He also had to admit the exorbitant price she’d paid for the boots she wore had been well worth the money. The ankle boots made her long legs look even sexier.
At the room, Braelyn stopped in front of it and swiped the keycard in the lock. The little light turned from red to green, and she pushed open the door. As soon as they were inside and it closed behind them, she turned and put her arms around his neck. With a couple of tugs, she pulled the hair elastic out and threw it aside as his hair fell around his shoulders.
Braelyn went up on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his. “I’ve been dying to see what you would look like with your hair out of the ponytail.”
“And?” he asked, voice lowered to a husky level.
“I think you look even better with it down.”
She accentuated her words by placing a kiss on each of his cheeks and nipping his chin, nibbling a path down along his jaw to the side of his neck. His libido increased the lower she went. There was no bigger turn-on for a male werewolf than to be bitten where the shoulder and neck met. One bite there and he’d be all over Braelyn before she knew what hit her.
“Ah…ah, I’ll have to wear it down more often.” Even lower she went, using a hand to tug away the collar of his t-shirt and drag her tongue across the exact spot that would guarantee a complete slip of his control. “Oh god, Braelyn.” He sank his fingers into her hair at the back of her head to hold her to him. “Do that again, but use your teeth as well.”
“You like it a little kinky, do you?” She gently nipped his skin.
“Christ.” His chest rapidly rose and fell as he began to pant. “Harder. Do it harder.”
At the sensation of Braelyn, his mate, biting him hard enough for him to really feel it, Skylar’s eyes just about rolled back inside his head. A wolf-like growl rumbled out of him, and their fates became set.
Lifting her off her feet with an arm wrapped around her waist, and guiding her lips to his with the other, Skylar carried her to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. All the reasons why he should slow things down rushed out of his head as he kissed her deeply, not holding anything back. He wanted, he needed, to claim her as his. Now that he’d found her, there would never be another to take her place. He wanted to bind her to him, to make sure she would always be his. The instinct to bind his soul to his mate’s had become too strong to resist.
Skylar only took the time to roughly yank the covers back before he lowered Braelyn onto the bed. She lifted her arms, draping them around his neck and pulled him down on top of her as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Her legs lifted and encircled his waist when he settled between them. When his erection came in contact with her jean-clad pussy, she ground against him.
More growls he couldn’t hold back pushed out of him. Braelyn might be mortal, but at the moment, she was as aggressive as any female werewolf intent on making love to her mate. Her whimpered moans filled his ears while she shoved her hands up the back of his shirt and dug her nails into his skin.
Feeling almost crazed with lust and the mating urge, Skylar tore his mouth away from hers and quickly worked on unbuttoning her blouse. He shifted to kneel on the bed. Braelyn’s legs dropped from around his waist, and he helped her sit up.