“You want me to go with you when you do whatever you do while you’re protecting someone?”
“Yes. If I don’t…Let’s just say I’d be too distracted to do my job. I’d only want to get back to you.”
Braelyn couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face, or the warm feeling she got inside when Skylar said that. She turned toward him and put her hand on his chest as she kissed him on the cheek. “In that case, I’d be more than happy to go with you. When do we have to do this job?”
He put his arm around her waist and held her close. “Late tomorrow morning. Roxie—the woman we have to watch over—lives not too far from the hotel. So I figure after we check out, we’ll pick her up and then go back to your parents’ place. You can change your clothes, then all three of us will go to my place.”
“Has Roxie been using your family’s protection services for very long? You must be pretty friendly with her if you would take her to your house.” Braelyn didn’t miss the jealous tone in her voice. Not normally someone prone to that emotion, she found when it came to Skylar she felt a small twinge of it.
Skylar chuckled and kissed her forehead. “We’ve been with Roxie for over a year now. And you have nothing to worry about. I’m all yours, babe. After what we’ve done inside this room, you’re my one and only. If it makes you feel any better, Roxie is married and is nine months pregnant with her first child. She’s due anytime now.” She pinched his nipple, hard. “Ouch. What was that for?” he asked as he rubbed the offended area.
“That’s for laughing at me,” she said. “So I’m jealous. I can’t help it.” Braelyn met his gaze. “This is probably too soon, but I do have to go back to LA in a week.” She took a deep breath and forged on. “I don’t want this to be over after I leave San Francisco. I have feelings for you, Skylar. Strong feelings. Making love to you just seemed to reinforce them. The thought that once I go back home you could end up being with another woman upsets me.”
Before she could blink, Skylar had her on her back with him stretched out on top of her. He kissed her long and deep, stoking the flames of her desire once more. When he broke contact with her lips, he ran his gaze over her face. “There will never be another woman, Braelyn. Ever. You have no idea what you mean to me. And as for you going back to LA alone, it won’t happen. You’re stuck with me from here on out.”
She looked him straight in the eyes and saw he meant every word he’d said. “What are you saying? It sounds as if you already have us as good as married.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
Braelyn ran her gaze over Skylar’s handsome face and knew she’d find it no hardship to make that kind of commitment with him. It scared her a bit to realize it since she really hadn’t known him for very long, but she was never one to try to ignore how she truly felt about something or someone.
“No,” she said, feeling a bit breathless with the wild emotions flitting through her. “It wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. I take this to mean you’ll be booking a seat on the same flight as me back to LA?”
Skylar used his thigh to spread her legs a little farther apart and settled between them. “Or we could take a later flight.”
The tip of his cock brushed against her pussy. Skylar was hard again. “I have photo shoots to do, ones that can’t be rescheduled. I won’t give up my modeling career.”
“I never asked you to.” He lowered his head until his lips were a breath away from hers. “We’ll talk further about this tomorrow when we have another type of discussion with Roxie. After we talk with her, it’ll put things into a different perspective for you.”
Braelyn was about to ask him what they had to discuss with Roxie when Skylar closed the space between their mouths and took her lips in a heated kiss. After that, she pretty much lost the ability to think properly as he made love to her once again.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Braelyn woke up feeling sore in places she didn’t know could ache. She stretched, and some of her muscles protested the movement. She turned her head and found the spot where Skylar had slept next to her empty. Lifting her head, she looked around and saw the closed bathroom door. She also heard the sound of the shower running.
Throwing back the covers, Braelyn sat up then got out of bed. She walked over to the bathroom door and tested the doorknob. It turned in her hand. With a smile, she stepped into the steam-filled room. She kept her gaze on the opaque closed shower curtain as she tried to cross stealthily over to the bathtub.
About halfway there, Skylar said, “You have to do better than that, Braelyn, if you’re going to sneak up on me. I heard you open the door, and I can smell your scent.”
Braelyn froze in place. How could he have known she was there? The shower curtain was still drawn across the tub, and as for smelling her scent, he had to be exaggerating. The only scent she smelled was the fragrance of the hotel shampoo he’d used to wash his hair.
No longer trying to be quiet, she crossed to the end of the tub and pulled back the curtain. Her mouth went dry, and she had to swallow at the sight of Skylar gloriously naked. His water-slicked body called to her, making her want to run the bar of soap he held over every inch of him. During the night, she’d touched, licked and kissed all those enticing muscles now on display for her. She didn’t think she’d ever get sick of exploring Skylar’s body.
Holding onto the shower curtain, she stepped into the bathtub and closed it behind her. Braelyn shifted closer to Skylar and put her hands on his chest. “I think you made that up.”
He put the soap down in the soap dish attached to the wall and put his arms around her waist. “What exactly do you think I made up?”
“You being able to smell me before you saw me.”
Skylar gave her a crooked grin. “I’m supposed to be a hypothetical werewolf so hypothetically that means my sense of smell is a lot better than a mere mortal’s.”
“Mortal, huh? So your werewolf is immortal?”
“No, not immortal. Just able to live for a very, very long time. And also very, very hard to kill.”
“And how long would my supposed werewolf live?”
“Three thousand years.”
At least this time, Skylar didn’t seem panicky when they talked about him being a hypothetical werewolf. There was more of a playful sound to his voice. “That is really ancient. Wouldn’t my werewolf be old and decrepit once he reached his thousandth year?” She went on tiptoe and licked some water out of the hollow of his throat.
Skylar sucked in a breath. “No, he’s at his prime at that age.”
“So I wouldn’t have to worry about my werewolf being too old to keep me satisfied in bed? If, by some chance, I actually lived to be that old.” She skimmed her hands from his chest to his sides and dropped kisses down his pec to one of his nipples. She laved it with the flat of her tongue.
“Ah…ah, there would be nothing to worry about in that department.” Skylar groaned as she gave the same attention to his other nipple. “God, Braelyn, you’re making me horny again. I took a shower before you woke up thinking to avoid this very thing. You, wet in a shower with me, I’m going to want you.”
“It’s still early. We have another hour before we have to check out. That gives us plenty of time to put this shower to good use.”
As she slowly went lower on his body, Skylar’s hold on her waist slipped away. Dropping her hands to his hips, she went down on her knees in front of him. She ended up eye level with his fully erect cock. Braelyn didn’t think she’d ever get enough of it. Thick and long, it filled her pussy to capacity. And Skylar knew how to use it to wring the most pleasure out of her.