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The corner of her mouth twitched. “As if you’re about to jump over the counter and eat me where I stand.”
“I love how you think.” Before she could object, he stalked around the counter toward her.
“That’s not what I meant… Stop.” Panting she backed away. “Zeven, we can’t.” She hadn’t said she didn’t want him.
He moved in on her, dropping his hands on the countertop to either side of her body. Then once again she was like prey, cornered and trapped, helpless at his mercy. But unlike animal prey she was undecided about her reaction. Her eyes flashed nervously, her body quivered in readiness, preparing to bolt, but her lips parted. Her tongue dampened her lips. And her hands rose to his chest. Her fingertips rested lightly over his flat nipples. The soft fluttering contact spoke of acceptance, need and desire.
Even that light contact lit a flame that raced through his blood. His arousal caught fire like dry tinder. In seconds his need burst into a wildfire, and only she could bring forth the quenching rain.
Zeven leaned close, until his nose was buried in her soft golden curls. “Don’t tell me no. Please don’t turn me away,” he growled.
Chapter Seven
Harley turned her face into where he nuzzled her. He was such a beautiful contradiction of fierce demand and tentative hesitation.
Then his lips were on hers. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tentative. It was Zeven and she couldn’t turn away a need so deep. Harley groaned into him, welcoming his dominance. He was as he’d always been, a man of deep passions. Deep enough to drown in.
His lips parted her. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, drinking her down like the last drink at the edge of the desert. She’d missed this. A part of her had died when she left him behind, that same part that had been awakened under a desert sky.
The kiss went on and on, until finally they both had to come up for air. And still the temptations to maintain contact and give up breath almost took the choice from their hands. They parted the same way they’d come together. A single break and once again they became two separate people. The loss was almost painful. Harley dragged the thick air into her lungs.
His golden gaze burned into her with a flash of triumph. As if the decade apart had never happened. This was the same look he’d had after their first kiss. After her whole world had changed and began to orbit around his heart. She’d known he had felt the difference. And his smug look was sexy as hell.
But this time he had to be wrong. This time passion and chemistry wasn’t enough. Surely, he had to understand. Giving in to the way passion inflated their optimism was a trap that could only lead to one or both of them losing everything.
“Harley…”
She pressed her palm over his mouth to stop words that might still become lies. They had no future. There was no point in pretending any differently. At any moment, homicidal werewolves could bust in and kill them both. Even if Zeven thought he was stronger… Then they’d just send more at once. They couldn’t win. All they could do was run. And Zeven didn’t run.
He kissed her palm.
Even if they couldn’t have a happy ending could she at least indulge in a moment of playing pretend? Could she have just one more precious moment with the only man who had ever moved her heart? As long as he understood the reality. She wasn’t willing to intentionally lead him on. “Zeven, it will change nothing.”
He pulled her hand back and reclaimed her lips for a deep penetrating kiss that left her knees weak. When he pulled back, he had that same knowing smirk. “I don’t care. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.” His hands claimed her waist, dragging her up onto the low counter. He drilled his hips between her thighs bringing their sexes together, parted only by a few layers of cloth.
It was a lie. She knew it and she knew that he knew it. But for now, it was enough. She could live with the lie. She could live with the mistake claiming this stolen moment would be. What she couldn’t live with was all the damned clothing that kept them apart. She tore at his shirt, pulling it upward, loosening it from the waistband of his jeans.
He released her long enough to rip his shirt over his head and toss it aside. His chest was every bit as delightful as she remembered. The hard flat planes were more fleshed out and they begged for her caress. Which she gave willingly, running her fingers over the smoothness, soaking in the heat rising from his skin. She relished his shuddering response.
For a heartbeat he was all stillness. Then his body came to life with a desperate kind of desire. His hand shot out grabbing at her top quickly removing it. Then he dove forward burying his face between her breasts. Even while his soft lips nuzzled her breasts his hands unclasped her bra and made short work of the button and zipper of her jeans.
Need roared through her body. She drew back enough to shimmy out of her jeans while he helped steady her on the precarious perch. Then he was back between her thighs, pressed against the aching tenderness at their junction. At some point he’d undone his jeans. Now nothing kept their hot skin apart. His thick cock jumped up against her, sliding through her already slick cleft. His arms enfolded her, holding her tight, one hand braced at her ass, the other at the back of her head, buried in her hair. His mouth hit her, claimed her, owned her.
Then he was all motion. Under her clawing hands, his shoulders tightened a second before he rolled his hips, surging forward, thrusting deep into her.
She screamed into his mouth. He felt so good, so right, so perfect. She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass to get him moving again. He wasn’t the obedient type, hesitating until she bit down on his lip with a groan.
His body rolled, riding her with deep long strokes. The pounding shoved her back, but his hands and her legs anchored them together. She gripped his shoulders then clawed at his back. Like waking from a dream her senses cried out to everything that was Zeven. For that moment they were perfectly attuned. They connected and the joining tore her apart in all the right ways. “Oh God!” she cried out. Her body tightened over him, so near to orgasm that she shook with it. Then it was there, within reach. She dragged his lips back to hers for a long hard kiss that ended as her body seized up, arching her backward in pleasure.
The slap of skin broke rhythm as she cried out, and he roared.
Chapter Eight
Zeven collapsed over her, cradling her for a moment against him, aching to hold her forever just like this… With his pants around his knees and her laid out on a damn countertop?
What had he done?
Shit, he was nothing but a fucking animal, rutting with her with no regard for her comfort or even her safety. What kind of protection could he have offered if another killer had come after her? He needed to get his shit together. He backed off, sliding from her perfect body and pulling up his jeans. And trying to ignore how his normally quiet wolf had rumbled awake inside him.
