Hidden Crimes by Emma Holly Page B

if
they were in a romantic movie. Probably the music was skewing her
emotions. She wanted to tell him he kissed like an angel, but found
herself speechless. His tongue snuck between slightly lengthened
canines to lick her finger. He nipped it playfully.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered. “I’m taking my
pants off now.”
    She lay there on the silky sheets, passive
but disinclined to change that while he rolled nimbly off her and
stood. His modern platform bed was low to the ground, its simple
wooden headboard no more than foot tall. Evina reached back to grip
it and stretch her spine. Nate seemed to tower above her as he
shoved his jeans down and got naked. Though she’d seen his cock
thrusting out already, he had more to appreciate. The muscles of
his legs were gorgeous, lightly furred and very long. His balls
were full but drawn up.
    Seeing them, aroused by them, Evina cupped
her hand around the front of her thong and tried to squeeze her
ache away.
    “God,” he said, his gaze locked to her
fingers. “Pull them off.”
    Figuring he meant the panties, she wriggled
out of them. She put her hand back where it had been before. Nate
dropped to his knees over her. His palms were planted to either
side of her shoulders, his neck craned down to watch her stroke her
clit. His now loose and shining hair hung down, shielding his
expression—though she couldn’t doubt he found her show inspiring. A
warm drop of pre-cum splashed from his cockhead to her belly.
    “Nate,” she said, dragging his attention
reluctantly to her face. “I think you ought to take me now.”
    “Unh,” was his flatteringly incoherent
answer.
    Evina released her crotch to rub one side of
his ribs. Nate shook himself and blinked.
    “Condom,” he said.
    Evina shook her head. “You don’t need one
with me. Wolves can’t get tigers pregnant, and neither of us could
be diseased.”
    His eyes flared again. “I haven’t ridden
bareback in forever.”
    This amused her. “No, not since yesterday in
my hidey-hole.”
    “Oh my God, I—” He stopped and peered sharply
down at her. “I guess there were a few things I wasn’t paying
enough attention to.”
    “Nothing wrong with getting lost in the
moment.” She dragged her index finger down the centerline of his
wedge-shaped chest, loving the sweat she found on her path to the
root of him.
    “Mmm,” he hummed, his lean face softening as
she gripped his shaft and pulled upward.
    “Come inside me, Nate,” she purred. “Pay
attention to me now.”
    He didn’t lower himself, he raised her,
lifting her by the hips with her thighs splayed around him as he
kneeled up. Her head remained on his pillows, her arms flung out
for balance.
    An important logistical problem soon became
apparent. His erection stuck up at too high an angle to enter
her.
    “Tip my cock down,” he said. “Put the head in
you.”
    She placed that part of him where they both
wanted it. She licked her lips at the wonderful pressure against
her gate, realizing as she did that her canines had sharpened. They
both breathed quick and shallow, one ball of heat joining them.
Nate gripped her thighs more firmly and pulled her down his
length.
    When he rocked his hips to squeeze in the
last millimeter, she could have sworn he filled her up to her
throat.
    With a groan that should have been recorded,
he started to lean forward.
    “Don’t,” she said, which opened his
bliss-shut eyes. “Don’t shift over me. I like my view of you right
there. I want to watch you take me until you come.”
    Sweat glistened on his pectorals, his ragged
breathing moving his tight six pack. “Evina . . .”
    She walked her fingers up his yummy front as
far as she could reach. “Please. You’re so pretty.”
    In case that wasn’t convincing, she dug her
bare heels harder into the muscles of his butt cheeks. He liked
that, shadows of pleasure flickering though his face. She thought
of games they might play later, but later wasn’t now.
    “You’re