Roderick watches me with a smile twitching at the corners of his normally stern mouth, and then he tilts his chin toward the building on my left. “My apartment is upstairs.”
“Short commute,” I murmur, glancing over to the door that leads to Pine Falls Electric, just across the street.
He tucks my helmet back into the saddlebag, his other arm clutching the books he checked out. “Benefits of a small town.”
Can’t fault him there.
He leads me upstairs, and we step into a decent-sized place with wood floors and black leather furniture. Definitely a man’s apartment, but at least it’s a clean one. No dirty clothes strewn around or moldy dishes piled in the sink, and there’s a fresh piney scent in the air.
“Hungry?” Roderick asks, setting his load of books down on a sturdy coffee table. “I could order?—”
I don’t let him get out any more words, my mouth taking ownership of his. Yes, I’m hungry. I’ve been ravenous since the instant I imagined this biker werewolf with his shaved head and stony face lounging in bed, reading.
Coming up with a more erotic image would be difficult.
When my tongue traces over Roderick’s lower lip, the wolf lets out a deep groan. Strong arms hook around my waist, pulling me up until my feet leave the floor. And as he holds me high, I revel in the sensation of his tongue teasing mine, the prickle of his shaved hair against my fingers, the strength of the chest I’m plastered against.
But soon, the almost-tame sensations are not enough. I need an eyeful of this man.
Breaking away, I wiggle my hips. “Put me down.”
There’s a disappointed grumbling deep in his throat that has me smiling, especially because the wolf follows my command. The moment my toes touch the floor, I shuck off his jacket, toss it on the couch, then grab his hand and drag him toward the bedroom.
Or at least, I thought this doorway would take us to the bed. Instead, I flip a switch and find myself in a bathroom with granite counters and a large mirror over the sink.
Change of plans.
The sight of my reflection, with Roderick hovering just over my shoulders, his brows dipping in confusion, gives me all kinds of inspiration.
We can try the bed another time.
With a grin, I pull him the rest of the way in, then shut the door.
“Wha—” His question is cut off the second I drop my cardigan and pull my shirt over my head.
Luckily, I chose to wear one of my nicer bras today—a blue cotton number with white lace on the edges. Roderick seems to appreciate the lingerie with how his eyes stay locked on my boobs. As I lean over the counter under the pretext of fixing my hair, the glass reflects the rise and fall of my now-flushed chest.
Will he take the hint?
When Roderick steps up behind me, hips and hardness pressing against my ass, I think he knows what I want.
“Here?” The question growls out low as black flickers across his gaze.
I gasp in a quick breath, but don’t flinch. There’s little fear can do in the face of my lust.
A second after I nod, the werewolf tears off his shirt. Large, rough hands slide from my back to my belly, then tease under the waistband of my jeans.
Did I just purr?
Probably.
Roderick drops hot, open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder as his fingers play with the button of my jeans.
“You sure?” he mutters against my skin, and even through the lusty fog in my brain, I can understand his hesitance.
This is the first time Roderick will be inside me. I don’t need this time to be in his bed because I’m sure we’ll get there at some point.
Right now, I want to go with what the moment gives us, and my misdirected feet led us to this bathroom, where all sorts of deliciously fun things can occur.
