He stood and abruptly scooped her into his arms. Roz gulped, unable to tear her gaze from his. Konrad’s stare grew molten as he carried her to the bedroom and laid her in the middle of the queen-size bed. He unbuttoned her blouse carefully and popped open the front closure of her bra. Then he climbed in beside her.
“You seem to have better control over your rough side this time.”
“You’re hurt.”
His tender treatment of her spoke volumes, and she relaxed, ready for anything he wanted to do with her.
He traced a calloused fingertip across her nipples, and she shivered. He brought the finger to his mouth, wet it, and circled each nipple in turn.
The cool air mingled with her dampened nipples, and they puckered. She wanted to jump him, hurry him, but her injury prevented her from doing anything more than lying next to him, completely at his mercy.
His blond head bent, trailing kisses over her collarbone, licking the dip between her breasts, then, at last, licking one of her nipples. Her breath hitched when he caught the tight bud between his lips and tugged.
Konrad slipped his hand under the other globe and lifted it as if appreciating its weight. His thumb scraped across the nub while he sucked the one next to his mouth. Glorious electricity shot from her nipples to her pussy.
Her heart pounded as he backed away and unsnapped her pants. Placing her weight on her good heel, she arched and lifted her buttocks. Konrad peeled her pants down her legs and carefully pulled them over and off her injured ankle.
Even though she was exposed and vulnerable, she didn’t shy away from his piercing stare. She wanted him to finish what he’d begun.Strip, damn it. I want to admire you too.
Konrad grinned, and his canines seemed longer.
Must be my imagination.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his impressive pectoral muscles and six-pack abs. She’d grown used to his massive biceps, but even they seemed to loom larger than normal. She remembered he’d been carrying her around all evening.
Roz had never been very bold in the bedroom, but this man made her want to try it all. Gentle sex, rough sex, twisted-ankle sex. No one else had ever made her come undone like he did. She could starve to death in bed with Konrad, and for as much as she loved food, that was saying quite a lot.
He lay down beside her and leaned over for a long, languorous kiss. She held him by the shoulders, always worried about accidentally pulling his hair. When their lips finally parted, Konrad planted wet, hot kisses down her abdomen to her navel.
He began to part her thighs by moving her good leg.
“You don’t have to do that,” Roz said.
“I know I don’thave to.”
“I mean, I love it when you do, but it might be kind of awkward—” Surprise overtook her as he jumped over her good leg, and as she tried to spread her knees, pain stabbed her ankle. “Owww!”
He froze. “I can’t do this. I might hurt you.”
Roz took some deep breaths until the pain subsided. “I’m sorry. I wish I could—”
“Don’t be sorry. There are bound to be times when one of us can’t handle having sex.” He leaned over and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
“And you won’t dump me for someone less accident prone?”
He laughed. “Not a chance.”
Chapter 8
“Here it is, ‘Tarot reading by Arwen for Konrad Wolfensen.’” Konrad had taken Roz’s laptop to her bedroom and stretched out beside her.
Roz, still naked but covered with a sheet, lounged with her foot propped on a pillow. “Read it out loud.”
Konrad had stolen a peek before taking it to Roz and made sure nothing incriminating, like his year of birth, 1912, was mentioned. He wasn’t ready to explain that werewolves aged at a much slower rate than humans. Hell, he wasn’t ready to reveal he was a Lycan at all! Fortunately, Arwen referenced his birthday only as December 12.
Since Roz looked comfortable, reading aloud seemed like the best way to share the information, despite the fascinating pictures of the tarot cards themselves. He set the laptop in front of him so he could read and run his fingers lightly over Roz’s arm at the same time. She shivered.
“Sorry. Do you want me to stop doing that?”
