is out of the way,” she said and leaned into him to kiss him.
His mouth covered hers in a sweet slow kiss. She felt as if she was being worshiped. His tongue gently ran along the crease of her lips before pushing into her mouth. He explored and tasted every inch of her mouth, and when they broke apart, she was panting heavily. The man was a lethal kisser.
“Baby, we need to talk. If I’m even anywhere within reach of you, I will have you flat on your back with my cock buried in you,” he said and stood, moving across the room.
Cami frowned and looked at the man who was pacing in front of her. “Isn’t that the idea?” she teased.
Quin closed his eyes and groaned; thinking about pushing into her sweet, wet pussy was driving him crazy. He needed to focus, this was too important to mess up now.
“Okay, when I saw you today, I felt something other than attraction. It was more like a need for me to be with you. I moved here from France over ten years ago, and never thought I would find my mate here. I thought I lost the chance when I left the Pack. Therefore, when you walked in the door and I smelled you, it was a shock. I want to make sure you realize what you are getting into before we go any further,” he said.
Cami nodded, the guy was crazy. Damn it, for the first time in years she wanted a man, and he was certifiable. She was trying to think of a way to get out of the apartment when she realized he had paused and waited for her to respond.
“Oh, listen, why don’t we just table this discussion until you can get some help? I know of a place you can go. They’re real nice and have lots of things for you to do, like making pottery. With any luck, they will have you on medication that will straighten you right out,” she said gently hoping the man would listen.
Quin chuckled and smiled. “No, I’m not crazy. I’m just going to do this, like pulling off a Band-Aid, you can’t go slowly.”
Cami nodded, as if she knew what the hell he was talking about. She watched in fascination as the man began to take off his shirt. He folded it over the chair closest to him and then kicked off his shoes. He reached for his pants and began to unbuckle them. She was starting to wonder what the hell the man was doing, but she figured when he was naked she stood a better chance of getting away. Besides, whether he was crazy or not, he had a delicious body. She wished he were sane so she could lick him all over. The thoughts of whip cream and chocolate came to mind. Her own personal sundae, with a cherry on top, she thought.
Quin grinned at her gently, and then nodded. “Look at my eyes,” he said in a hypnotic voice. She did. Those beautiful blue eyes that she had noticed the first time she saw him. Then she was staring at the same eyes, except they belonged to a big dog. Shit a huge dog, no, a wolf! Wait a minute. Her brain refused to accept what it was seeing. A minute ago, a good looking, crazy man stood before her stripping, and now there was a huge wolf with the same eyes, in its place.
Cami had read all the books about werewolves and shifters. Hell, she even dreamed she had been one a few years ago, and had told Barry about the dream. The old man had smiled, and nodded, listening to her story. Never once calling her crazy, or strange, since when she woke it seemed so real. She loved that about him.
Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind. The wolf walked toward her, and she jumped up on the couch. “Good boy,” she said holding out her hand, hoping the wolf stayed where it was.
It cocked his head and looked at her. If she did not know any better, she would have thought it was laughing at her. It threw back its head, and made a gruff noise. Cami jumped over the back of the couch, and turned to make a run for it when two strong arms closed around her.
“Cami?” he whispered in her ear. “Let me explain.”
“Explain! You turned into a wolf! What is there to explain? Seems normal to me, you know just
His mouth covered hers in a sweet slow kiss. She felt as if she was being worshiped. His tongue gently ran along the crease of her lips before pushing into her mouth. He explored and tasted every inch of her mouth, and when they broke apart, she was panting heavily. The man was a lethal kisser.
“Baby, we need to talk. If I’m even anywhere within reach of you, I will have you flat on your back with my cock buried in you,” he said and stood, moving across the room.
Cami frowned and looked at the man who was pacing in front of her. “Isn’t that the idea?” she teased.
Quin closed his eyes and groaned; thinking about pushing into her sweet, wet pussy was driving him crazy. He needed to focus, this was too important to mess up now.
“Okay, when I saw you today, I felt something other than attraction. It was more like a need for me to be with you. I moved here from France over ten years ago, and never thought I would find my mate here. I thought I lost the chance when I left the Pack. Therefore, when you walked in the door and I smelled you, it was a shock. I want to make sure you realize what you are getting into before we go any further,” he said.
Cami nodded, the guy was crazy. Damn it, for the first time in years she wanted a man, and he was certifiable. She was trying to think of a way to get out of the apartment when she realized he had paused and waited for her to respond.
“Oh, listen, why don’t we just table this discussion until you can get some help? I know of a place you can go. They’re real nice and have lots of things for you to do, like making pottery. With any luck, they will have you on medication that will straighten you right out,” she said gently hoping the man would listen.
Quin chuckled and smiled. “No, I’m not crazy. I’m just going to do this, like pulling off a Band-Aid, you can’t go slowly.”
Cami nodded, as if she knew what the hell he was talking about. She watched in fascination as the man began to take off his shirt. He folded it over the chair closest to him and then kicked off his shoes. He reached for his pants and began to unbuckle them. She was starting to wonder what the hell the man was doing, but she figured when he was naked she stood a better chance of getting away. Besides, whether he was crazy or not, he had a delicious body. She wished he were sane so she could lick him all over. The thoughts of whip cream and chocolate came to mind. Her own personal sundae, with a cherry on top, she thought.
Quin grinned at her gently, and then nodded. “Look at my eyes,” he said in a hypnotic voice. She did. Those beautiful blue eyes that she had noticed the first time she saw him. Then she was staring at the same eyes, except they belonged to a big dog. Shit a huge dog, no, a wolf! Wait a minute. Her brain refused to accept what it was seeing. A minute ago, a good looking, crazy man stood before her stripping, and now there was a huge wolf with the same eyes, in its place.
Cami had read all the books about werewolves and shifters. Hell, she even dreamed she had been one a few years ago, and had told Barry about the dream. The old man had smiled, and nodded, listening to her story. Never once calling her crazy, or strange, since when she woke it seemed so real. She loved that about him.
Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind. The wolf walked toward her, and she jumped up on the couch. “Good boy,” she said holding out her hand, hoping the wolf stayed where it was.
It cocked his head and looked at her. If she did not know any better, she would have thought it was laughing at her. It threw back its head, and made a gruff noise. Cami jumped over the back of the couch, and turned to make a run for it when two strong arms closed around her.
“Cami?” he whispered in her ear. “Let me explain.”
“Explain! You turned into a wolf! What is there to explain? Seems normal to me, you know just