My wolf howls at the thought

Megan fumed all the way to the hotel.

I can’t believe they invaded my space like that.

Did they really think the loss of some stuff would make her plead guilty?

Like hell.

But she did find it worrisome that someone would go to such destructive lengths to try to pin a murder on her. Who hated her enough to want her in jail? Or was it she was just that the most convenient scapegoat?

Of other concern was the ardent interest of her lawyer. When he’d issued his invitation to have her stay with him, her first impulse was to say yes, especially since she got the feeling he didn’t mean in the guest room. Then sanity kicked in, and she found herself refusing.

Getting involved with the man who was supposed to convince a jury and judge of her innocence wasn’t in her best interest. Neither was accepting any favors from him. But what choice did she have?

She couldn’t very well pull money out of a secret offshore bank account so she could hire some other swanky lawyer. Poor little secretaries didn’t have that kind of luxury.

I am well and truly stuck. Stuck with a man who engaged her senses. A man who had her erotic imagination working overtime as she kept wondering when he’d kiss her again—because he would. She couldn’t keep holding her breath and trying to suppress a shiver whenever he inadvertently—or purposely—touched her. She didn’t even fool herself into wondering if it would happen. It was just a matter of when he’d make his next seductive move.

Lucky for her, she didn’t have to wait long.

After handing the keys to the valet at the front entrance to the elegant downtown hotel, Gavin proceeded to book her into a lavish room that probably cost more for one night than the rent for her current apartment. Key card in hand, he insisted on accompanying her up to the ninth floor, going so far as to entering the space first on the guise of checking it out.

Once in there, he wouldn’t leave.

Kicking off his black leather loafers, loosening his tie, he flopped onto the left side of the king-sized bed and laced his hands behind his head.

“Comfy,” he observed.

“I’m sure it is. Shouldn’t you be getting home?” she asked as she removed her own shoes by the door. She hung her coat neatly in the closet. Considering the clothes on her back were the only things she currently owned, she’d better take care of them.

“Yeah, about me leaving, it occurred to me that I should stay.”

“Stay? For what reason? No one knows I’m here.”

“I do. My credit card does. The clerk saw you. Hell, for all we know, someone followed us.”

Doubtful. Megan had kept watch in the side mirror. “I’ll lock the door.”

“What if they kick it in?”

“And how will you being here stop anyone that determined?”

How a man, dressed in a suit, and a yuppie lawyer to boot, could smile and manage to look so predatory, so dangerous, Megan couldn’t have said. But he managed it. And damn, but he wore it well. The shiver that went through her had nothing to do with fear. Desire on the other hand?

He made it hard to resist his charm. Especially when he patted the mattress beside him and said, “Care to join me?”

“Do you treat all your female clients like this? Giving them the personal touch?”

“Never. In that you are special, little rabbit. With you, I am finding myself in uncharted woods, a hunter snared by the sensual allure of a nymph.”

“Nymph?” She couldn’t help but giggle at the comparison. “Hardly that. A nymph implies some supersexy buxom woman with hip-length locks and a phone-sex giggle. While I might have the cleavage, the rest of me hardly fits the bill.”

“I disagree.” One moment he lounged on the bed, and the next he loomed before her, once again displaying an uncanny speed for a man his size. A finger tilted her chin and forced her to meet his mesmerizing gaze. “I am extremely attracted to you. As you are attracted to me. I want to explore every inch of your curves. Taste the softness of your skin.”

She couldn’t help but swallow at the husky purr of his words. “What happened to keeping things professional?”

“You’re the one who keeps insisting. I, on the other hand, have made my intentions clear. I want you, Megan, and I don’t think … actually, I know I can’t wait a moment longer.”

She might have protested, but his lips claimed hers in a sizzling kiss that wiped away all the reasons why they shouldn’t touch.

On the contrary, his lips just reinforced her own belief that they needed to embrace. She needed the molten feel of his lips on hers. Wanted the moist tongue that danced and twined around hers with a sensual decadence that drew a groan.

Somehow they went from standing to lying upon the bed, hands roaming and tugging at impeding garments. How dare the fabric get in the way of their skin touching?

Ripping. Tearing. Buttons pinging.

They weren’t gentle in their haste. The need within her pulsed. It hungered. She’d never before been so caught up in her desire for a man.

As clothes went flying, their flesh met in a sizzling clash of skin. Yet, despite their frenzy, their lips remained locked and their hands never paused in their stroking.

On her back, on the plush sateen comforter, she watched him through partially lidded eyes as he reared back, revealing a perfect chest with rippling, mouthwatering muscles. He visually devoured her.

“As perfect as I expected,” he said in a husky tone as he reached out to flick an erect nub.

She sucked in a breath, then gave in to temptation and touched his inviting skin, dragging her nails, applying a little bit of pressure, as she scratched him from his pecs to the waistband of his unbuttoned slacks.

He sucked in a breath, and she smiled. So much for him being in control. She’d finally found a way to throw him off balance.

Only problem? She teetered as well.

Under his scorching gaze, her nipples puckered and her breathing stuttered, especially as he slowly lowered his face until his lips hovered over her erect nipple.

Megan couldn’t help but arch in invitation, willing him to suck the tip. He couldn’t resist. The hot flick of his tongue forced a moan from her, then another as he circled the tip wetly. She grasped his hair and tugged, attempting to force him to take the engorged nipple deeper. In this he didn’t let her dictate.

“Such impatience.”

“I know what I want,” she replied.

“So do I, and I’ll give it to you, when I’m good and ready.” A sensual threat that sent shivers rocketing through her.

In a show of strength—which melted instead of angered—he clasped her hands and held them above her head. This served to expose her to his touch. Exposed her to the hot mouth that couldn’t stop torturing.

How her body hummed. How she strained, her quivering sex begging for release. While he’d removed her bottoms during their stripping tussle, he still wore his pants, unbuttoned but still a barrier. It didn’t prevent him from grinding his evident erection against her. Determined to not let him take that source of enjoyment away, she locked her legs around his waist, cinching him tight.

“You’re going to have to let go if you want more,” he murmured against the soft roundness of her belly as his lips finally moved to new territory.

Only that erotic promise could get her to loosen her grip. Standing, he didn’t take long, stripping his pants and tossing them to the side to land—who cared?

She stared at him, at the thick shaft that jutted proudly from his body. As she stared, she couldn’t help but lick her lips as a drop pearled on the tip.

She reached for him, but he growled, “Don’t move.”

More orders? Ha. She tucked her hands behind her head, spread her legs, and drew her knees up. She exposed her moist core to him and saw the shudder that trembled through him.

“You’re making this hard.”

“Then come here so I can make it soft.” A bad joke, but he didn’t seem to care. He dropped to his knees on the bed, right between her spread thighs. One hand guiding him, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wetness.

She sucked in a breath and grabbed at the headboard. He did it again, and her hips arched off the bed.

Then his cock was gone, and she mewled in protest as she opened her eyes.

A cry was torn from her as he blew hotly on her plump lower lips. Big hands cupped her ass and raised her, positioning her at just the right height for—

Her body arced in a giant letter C at the flick of his tongue on her clit. Unexpected, the sudden touch proved too much. She might have caught him off guard with the first lick, but by the second and third he’d anchored her to the bed. A good thing, too, because once he latched his mouth to her she went mindless with pleasure.

She couldn’t have said what she enjoyed more, the light flicks of his tongue against her clit or the probing between her lips, teasing her channel. But he wouldn’t let her come.

She tensed. She trembled. She shuddered on the brink. He pulled back until she could have screamed.

A whimpered, “Please.”

All that got her was a different kind of penetration. His tongue was replaced by one finger. Two. In and out, he pumped his digits. It wasn’t enough. He knew it and added a stretching third. He also changed his angle, and the pitch of her moans changed to a high note as he repeatedly stroked her G-spot.

“Come for me,” he murmured. “I want to feel it on my fingers.” And his tongue apparently, as he began his oral tease again.

This was one order she gladly obeyed. Her channel tightened almost painfully around his pumping fingers before the climax ripped through her. Spasm after spasm, quivering and panting. And still he fingered and licked her.

He gave her intense pleasure and kept going, building her tension again until she keened and cried for relief.

He withdrew. Fingers. Tongue. All gone.

She could have cried. Instead, she sighed as the swollen head of his cock pressed against her moistness.

Inch by torturous inch, he fed his wonderfully large cock into her sex. It took forever, and it was wondrous. She couldn’t help but have the muscles of her channel cling to him tight.

His turn to groan and throw his head back, the cords in his neck deliciously taut.

Braced on his forearms, Gavin hung just out of reach. She couldn’t kiss him or lick his skin the way she wanted, but she could touch him. Rake her nails down his chest so that he hissed and his hips jerked, seating him deeper.

She could pinch the tips of his nipples and see the goose bumps rise on his skin as he reacted.

She could also say, “Get down here so I can kiss you.”

And taste herself on his lips.

Their mouths clashed and clung in a fiery embrace while his hips pistoned his hard length. Her legs locked around his waist, urging his furious pounding. How she loved the fleshy smack of his body against hers, the delightful friction as he thrust in and out.

She clawed at the skin on his back, her breathing and cries incoherent grunts and pants, which matched his lower tenor ones.

Together they rocked and undulated, two bodies joined, lips meshed, hearts racing as one.

Their rhythm took on a primal life as rapture built. Built and built, much like a teetering tower of blocks until, with one teeny push, it fell over. Or, in their case, exploded.

Hers wasn’t the only voice yelling as her orgasm hit and shook her.

Above her, Gavin gave one final thrust and went still, but she felt the hot spurt of his climax and heard his utterly possessive, “Mine.”

But she allowed it because, in that moment, she couldn’t help but think it, too.