hidden talents by Emma Holly Page A

this,” she said.
    The stairwell"s landing was lit by a single bulb, which illuminated her upturned face. With the rose-pink flush in her cheeks, Ari looked more innocent than ever.
    “I want this too much,” he said, using all his self control not to pant.
    “Are you afraid you"re going to hurt me?”
    “I"m afraid I"ll shove up your dress and fuck you into this cinderblock. From behind,” he added. “With my fangs sunk into your nape like a dog.”
    Her baby blue eyes widened. “O-kay,” she said slowly.
    “Don"t fucking say okay . My dick is so hard it"s about to burst. I want this too much to do it nice.”
    Her hands slid to his shoulders and back to his chest muscles. His yellow button-down business shirt was no barrier to pleasure. Waves of hot sensation rolled directly from her caresses into his groin.

    “Who says you have to do it nice?” she asked, just about slaying him.
    “Ari, I don"t have protection. I think -” He didn"t want to get into this, but he kind of had to. It wasn"t like he could keep denying it. “You may have noticed you and I have out of the ordinary chemistry. I think you might be my mate.”
    “Like your soul mate?” Her nose wrinkled unsurely.
    Yes, said the irrational corner of his mind. “Like my genetic mate,” his mouth corrected. “The ... a woman who"d have healthy babies if I got her pregnant. If I take you in this stairwell, feeling the way I do, I"m not letting you leave until you"ve got a womb full of my puppies.”
    Her touch fell from him. “Oh,” she said.
    God, it shouldn"t have hurt him. They"d just met. No matter what his
    hormones were clamoring for him to do, he shouldn"t be thinking about her having his children. To his dismay, she must have seen what he felt in his expression. She pressed her hands to her mouth.
    “Don"t,” she said. “Please. This is not an insult to you. I don"t think any man has ever thought of me as ...” She trailed off and shook her head. “You have to understand. Taking care of myself is more than I can manage sometimes.”
    Her worried eyes eased the blow to his pride somewhat. He stroked his finger around the shell of her ear.
    “Just do it quick,” she suggested. “Don"t give yourself a chance to lose control.”
    Adam groaned. She so didn"t understand what this would be like. “If you think it"s hard for us to resist each other now ...”
    “We can do it. We"ll just focus on our priorities. And it"s not like there aren"t other ways to fool around besides intercourse.”
    He knew there were. They just wouldn"t be what their instincts would be screaming for them to do. He looked into her big hopeful eyes and sighed. She was right about one thing. They really didn"t have a choice.
    “Turn around,” he said gruffly, though he wasn"t certain if the change in position would make his inevitable struggle better or worse. “I want you facing the wall for this. And take off my jacket first. Trust me, I"ll keep you warm.”

    She removed the garment, folding it carefully before setting it on the floor.
    His dick hardened even more at her actions, the tip leaking through his jock.
    When she flattened her hands on the dull white paint of the cinderblock, her palms level with her shoulders, arousal stabbed up his shaft.
    “Like this?” she asked breathlessly.
    Her little killer body was a shadow inside the thin flowered dress. He licked his upper lip between his lengthened canines, his lust for her savage. She"d arched her buttocks out just a bit. He wondered if she knew what that did to him.
    “That"s perfect,” he said hoarsely.
    He stepped right up behind her, then growled, then shoved his throbbing front up and down her in one long rub.
    “Oh God,” he gasped, because it felt so good. Her spiky platinum hairstyle left her nape bare and vulnerable. Adam pressed his nose to it and groaned. “I"m going to come in my pants the second I bite down.”
    “Unzip,” she said, one hand slapping back onto his insane hard-on.