His lips lifted from hers, just a bare inch. “Nothing you do can hurt me.” His eyes seemed to glow as he stared down at her. His beast was closer than she’d realized. “Know that. And know that you are not dying. That isn’t an option.”
Good to know. “Kiss me again.” Because when he kissed her, when the passion and pleasure swept between them, she could pretend that her life wasn’t about to fall apart. She could pretend that maybe she had a future with her werewolf.
That her life wasn’t going to crash and burn into flames.
He kissed her. Her mouth was open, ready for him, because she loved his taste. Rich and masculine. Sometimes, Jane thought she might get a little drunk off him. Her nipples were tight, eager, and they pressed to his chest. Her legs curled around his hips as she arched against him.
He was aroused. She could feel the thick length of his cock shoving against the front of his jeans. She’d rather prefer it if he was shoving into her. Thrusting them both into oblivion. That would be awesome.
Her hands slid between them. She caught the button of his jeans. Yanked it open and carefully pulled down the zipper.
He wasn’t wearing underwear. When you could shift into the form of a wolf, you had a tendency to wear fewer clothes, not more. The better to shift fast and not destroy needless shit that was in your way.
When the zipper slid down, his cock thrust toward her. Her fingers curled around him, stroking. He was hot and thick and hers.
For that moment, hers.
“Jane, don’t play,” Aidan rasped.
“Who said I was playing? But my clothes are in the way, don’t you think?”
And just like that, he’d yanked her shirt away. He tossed her bra, threw it behind them, and then he was kissing her breast. Taking her nipple into his mouth. Sucking her and making Jane gasp. He laved her nipple. Drove her wild. And she knew her panties were getting wet. “Aidan!”
He shifted her position, pushing her until her back touched the cold mirror. She kicked away her shoes and he yanked down her jeans and her panties. She was completely nude before him, and Jane didn’t even feel a moment’s hesitation. With Aidan, when they were like this, there was never any room for fear or doubt.
His hand went between her spread thighs. That dark tanned hand, so strong and powerful, touched her lightly. Sensually. She bit her lower lip. He had reinforced walls in his office—when werewolves and their enhanced hearing were close on a normal basis, it paid to invest in some serious sound-proofing—so she knew she could scream and no one else would hear.
Soon enough, Jane figured she would be screaming.
His fingers slid into her. Thrust and teased. His thumb pressed to her clit, stroking her just the way he knew she enjoyed being touched. Sometimes, she thought Aidan understood her body better than she did. Harder, a little rougher now, he stroked.
“Aidan!” She didn’t want to play. She needed him inside of her. “Now!”
But he shook his head. “Not yet.”
He dropped to his knees before her.
Strong Aidan, so powerful. So—
“I will not lose you.” His words sounded like a vow. Then his mouth was on her. Warm and wet, his tongue touched her clit and she just imploded.
The pleasure hit her with stunning force. Her head tipped back against the mirror and she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.
Him.
In her.
“Aidan!”
He rose up. His expression was harder. The angles of his face were sharper. His eyes, if possible, were even brighter. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her body. No condom. Werewolves didn’t carry diseases—they couldn’t—and she was on protection so pregnancy wasn’t an issue. They were flesh to flesh, just the way she wanted to be with him.
His hands clamped around the edge of the sink. He drove into her, hard and deep and the pleasure she’d felt just kept going. Her sex trembled with the contractions of her release, the pleasure was so fierce that her whole body shuddered.
He thrust in and out, driving deep, his rhythm fast and furious, his hands still gripping the sink so hard. She grabbed him. Her hands locked around his sides as she urged him to move even faster. To drive deeper. Each glide of his body into hers had Jane moaning. Had her—
Screaming.
The pleasure was too powerful to be contained. So she didn’t even try.
Then he was exploding within her. The hot surge of his release filled her. He drove deep once more, then stilled. His bright gaze locked on her, and Jane saw the pleasure in his stare.
Mine.
Sweat had slickened their bodies. Her breath still came in desperate heaves. She didn’t want to move but—
The sink gave a loud groan. Something shifted beneath her. She started to tumble, but Aidan jerked her up and into his arms. Jane looked back. He’d been gripping the sink so tightly…
He’d broken the granite. The sink was sliding from the wall and collapsing.
And she laughed. With a vampire, with murder…with the secrets she still had to keep, Jane found that she could laugh, with him.