Hidden Crimes by Emma Holly

up.”
    She laughed, set her own glass down, and
stepped toe to toe with him. Time to give him her own honesty. “I’m
glad I’m here, even if your . . . extreme suaveness knocks me off
balance.”
    Nate slid his arms behind her waist.
“Everything about you knocks me off balance. You are so effing
gorgeous you make me hurt.”
    His dark eyes had taken on a luster as he
pulled her cautiously closer. Though their hips rested only lightly
together, Evina noticed certain developments had already taken
place for him. The ridge of his erection lay hot between them, its
size and hardness making her pussy squirm. “I thought about you all
the way over here in the car.”
    Nate’s breath came faster. “What did you
think about me?”
    “That I wanted to see you naked. That I
wanted your hands all over me in bed.” She cruised her palms up his
chest, over the simple black pocket T he wore.
    “Would you like to start working on that
now?” he asked.
    She covered his ears with her hands and
pulled his mouth to hers.
    The kiss was good—deep, hungry, angling this
way and that as he took control of it. It seemed natural to let
him, to give way when he turned to press her lower body into the
shiny Italian cabinets.
    “E-vi-na,” he moaned, his hips and cock
digging in. “You are the best thing that’s happened to me all
year.”
    All year struck her as a surprising
claim. He appeared to mean it. His hands ironed down her back,
around the curve of her leather mini where it clung to her
butt.
    “Mmm,” he hummed, pulling her lower parts
closer still.
    “I could use some help with this,” she said,
struggling to drag up his black T-shirt. “You’re taller than I
am.”
    He backed off far enough to grip the hem with
both hands. He took a second to smolder at her, then whipped it
over his head.
    “Wow,” she said, enjoying her eyeful of his
anatomy manual chest. Helpless not to, her caresses followed her
eyes, trailing up his ribs and circling his sharp nipples. She gave
each of these a quick love bite, not hard enough to break skin but
just to make him inhale sharply with excitement.
    Smolder didn’t describe what his eyes did
then.
    “That outfit is nice,” he rasped. “I think
you’d better take it off before I rip it.”
    He lifted his hands, displaying the wolf
claws that were starting to extend. The sight of those small
erections made her shiver.
    “Move back,” she said, her voice as rough as
his.
    He retreated to the nearest of his two
dishwashers. She made a little presentation of stripping off her
stretchy shirt, letting him absorb the visual of her pushed up
breasts in the blue satin and black lace bra. He’d pressed his palm
to his heart by the time she reached behind herself to unzip the
miniskirt. A single push and wriggle sent the garment dropping
around her high-heeled sandals.
    Thanks to Rita’s bullying, her bra matched
her underwear. Thanks to Evina’s genuine interest in impressing
Nate, the coordinated panties were a thong.
    Nate’s eyes traveled very slowly back to her
face. “Women like you in underwear like that make life worth
living.”
    She laughed. How could she not when he was
this generous with his praise? “Take down your ponytail,” she said,
wanting to see his hair spread around those broad brown
shoulders.
    “Undo your braid,” he returned.
    Evina’s hair was longer, and he finished
before she did. Despite being available to help, he didn’t offer.
He seemed to enjoy watching her unbind herself. His clawed hands
curled tellingly at his sides, the bulge of his erection sinfully
enticing. Its shape was outlined so clearly behind his zipper she
had no doubt it pointed upward in his jeans.
    The slant of it couldn’t have been more
rakish.
    “There,” she said, shaking the last of her
dark curls free. The lowest tendrils were tickling her hips.
    Somewhat to her surprise, the sight poleaxed
Nate. “I want you on top of me,” he declared, soft and guttural. “I
want your