Tiny explosions started in my stomach, sending out waves of warmth through the rest of me. He groaned. I pressed closer, absorbing the feel of his firm lips. My insides began melting with the heat the kiss created. It distracted me so much that I, at first, didn’t notice the bed shaking. This time, it wasn’t due to laughter on his part.
Reluctantly, I pulled back and looked into his eyes. What I found there humbled me. The dark blue irises were almost lost to his pupils. Very little white remained.
“Thank you for trying last night,” I said softly.
He reached up, gently touching my jaw. My skin tingled. I really wanted to kiss him again, but I could see his effort to control the slight tremors running through him. I didn’t think kissing would help. He disagreed.
He skimmed his hand around to the back of my neck and pulled me close for another kiss. Our lips brushed lightly, and I couldn’t help my smile. I nudged him so he lay on his back and moved closer to him. Not fast enough to suit him, however. He lifted me, moving me so I half-lay on his chest, an arm on each side of him. My heart stuttered and another explosion of heat went off inside me.
A low rumble echoed in his chest. Not a growl really, it was more a satisfied purr. I studied him for a moment to make sure he was okay with the situation before slowly leaning forward again. He lifted his head slightly, his smooth lips meeting mine. Possessed, I lightly nipped his bottom lip.
The tremors grew worse. The bed was going to shake apart. I reluctantly pulled back. His teeth had elongated, reshaping his lips. Any hint of white in his eyes had disappeared beyond his expanded irises.
“Maybe, I had better stop,” I said more to myself than him. I really didn’t want to, but...
In a flash, I lay on my back while he leaned over me, his arms caging me in.
“No.”
At least, I thought the growl had a hint of no in it. He tried clearing his throat and speaking again, but it was still more growl than human. Giving up on communication, he lowered his head, his intent clear.
“If you change into your fur, we’re done,” I said a moment before he claimed my lips.
His kiss was hot and thorough, sweeping me from the hotel room to a magical place in my mind where only the two of us existed. I had no concept of time, but when he pulled away, I was gasping for air, stunned by the intensity of emotions running through me.
He held still, watching me as he shook violently. I wanted to pull him back down despite his obvious struggle for control. It took several long moments before my breathing slowed from ragged gasps.
I could now comprehend how I’d be able to bite him. From that single kiss, I already had a slight urge to nip at his neck. A good make-out session and it’d be done. I needed to be careful when I kissed him. And there was no doubt; I would be kissing him again. Soon.
His pupils dilated further as he leaned in to nuzzle my neck. I shivered as he inhaled deeply. I wished we were staying in this hotel for fun instead of Blake. It’d be easy to let go then. When he inhaled again, lapping my neck, my insides started to liquefy, and I forced myself to push lightly against his chest.
“We need to stop.” It came out sounding breathless. When he didn’t stop, I took a deep, calming breath and tried again. “Emmitt, please stop.”
Grudgingly, he pulled away; and, instead of facing me, he rolled to sit on the edge of the bed, quickly averting his face. Wondering if he was angry, I reached for his arm, catching him before he left the bed. He stilled when I touched him, but he didn’t face me. Tremors continued to wrack his body.
“Are you mad?”
He shook his head in response but remained silent.
“This thing between you and me, it’s definitely right. I don’t doubt it. I just don’t want to get so involved that we forget why we’re here. Once I deal with my past, I can focus on our future.”
He turned to me, a wild light burning in his eyes. “As long as it takes, I’ll wait. I’m not going anywhere.”
His voice was guttural, devolved due to the partial change. A light fur covered his arms, and the tips of his ears were no longer rounded. Even with fur, he made my stomach churn in a good way.
I hugged him hard. I was lucky to have him. He didn’t show fear. He showed me how to be strong, how to have fun. He was exactly who I needed. As soon as I thought that, I slipped into my vision world. Not the white master room, but the single feature version.
I stood near the bar in a dimly lit, crowded club. Had I really been there, the press of bodies would have crushed me. Music dominated the air, thumping out a loud, aggressive beat. Colored lights shifted back and forth over the writhing mass on the dance floor, making it hard to see any one person for more than a second.