“Weren’t you?” he yelled again.
She turned and faced him, her hand over her heart. She slumped against the wall. “Lord in heaven, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Good!”
“Well you don’t need to keep yellin’. I hear you just fine.” She glanced down at the papers and folders all over the floor. “Dammit. Now I gotta get these back in order.”
Papers? She was worried about papers? Who gave a flying shit?
He watched her crouch down and pull everything together. “Is that all you have to say to me?”
“Your fever gone?”
“Yeah.”
With all the papers in one hand, she stood and slapped her free hand across his forehead.
“You still feel kind of warm to me. You should probably be laying down and getting some rest before you start working again. Anyway, that’s my opinion. You can do what you like.”
She turned and again swiped the keycard, unlocking the door. Before she could escape inside and shut him out, he grabbed the papers out of her hands, ignoring her plaintive “Hey!”, and tossed them into the room. He could smell this wasn’t her room. It belonged to a male and he didn’t want her in there. Brendon slammed the door shut.
“What the hell do you think you’re do—”
Brendon shut off her tirade by kissing her. He couldn’t help himself. He’d never seen a female look finer in a pair of cutoff shorts, cowboy boots, and a T-shirt that had been in the washer so many times and seen so many years, he could easily see the aqua blue lace bra she wore under it. One good tear would have it off her in seconds.
To stop himself from doing exactly that in the middle of the hallway, he dug his hands into her hair and plunged his tongue between her lips. Her hands slammed hard against his shoulders, and he thought for sure she’d push him away. Maybe even claw his chest open. She-wolves could be mean when provoked.
But her fingers gripped his flesh hard and she yanked him closer, rising on her toes to meet his mouth, her tongue sparring with his.
Brendon didn’t want to give her a chance to have any doubts, to worry what her Pack would say, so he slipped his hands under her perfect ass and lifted her. He maneuvered her legs around his waist and headed toward the back elevator down the hall. The elevator that would take him directly to his apartment on the top floor.
He made it about ten feet when one of her hands released his shoulder and slapped against the wall.
She pulled out of their kiss. “Wait. Just wait.”
He growled.
“And don’t growl at me.” At least she was panting. Panting was good. “Where the hell are we going?”
“My apartment.”
She shook her head, confusion and lust all over her beautiful face. “We can’t…we shouldn’t do—”
Again he kissed her to shut her up and because she tasted so goddamn wonderful.
He set off again, her claws scraping a line down the wall as he hustled her toward the secluded elevator.
She pulled her lips away again. “Wait!”
He stopped and stared at her.
“I’m relatively positive we’re not supposed to be doing this.”
“Who says?”
“The laws of nature and God.”
“Laws are made to be broken and God just wants us to be happy.” Fucking this woman would make him so damn happy. “Come on. Let’s go break some laws.”
“No, no, no! Let’s think about this a minute. Just give me a second.”
He didn’t release her. And since her breasts were right there…
She gasped, her hands grabbing his head and pulling him in tighter as he suckled her nipple through her T-shirt and bra.
“You are so not giving me a minute to think.”
“I know,” he said around her nipple. “I don’t want you to think. Thinking is what had you running out on me.”
“I didn’t…I couldn’t…” She panted harder. “Stop sucking it like that.”
“Okay. How about this?” He drew her in deeper and she cried out.
Her hand slammed hard against the wall, claws once again out. “Your room,” she demanded. “Your room now.”
Brendon didn’t argue, he just moved.
The ding of the private elevator nearly snapped Ronnie out of her idiocy—but not quite. Not with a man who could kiss like this. If the way he used his tongue remotely mimicked his skills with his cock, she was in for a time.
Thought you were an adult now and you weren’t going to do this sort of thing anymore? Remember? New year…new life.
There it went again. That damn voice in her head. The one that sounded suspiciously like her momma. The one she never listened to even when she should. She probably should listen to it now, but the man’s kisses were drugging. Ronnie couldn’t think past his lips touching hers. His tongue gliding along the inside of her mouth, caressing and tasting. She couldn’t think past what he’d do once he got inside her, the very thought making her shudder and her pussy clench tight.
The elevator didn’t directly open to his room, but to a hallway and a door right across. Shaw pushed her up against the wall while he fished keys out of his back pocket and unlocked the door. He carried her inside and shoved her up against another wall as he slammed the door shut and threw the four bolt locks.
Not until he had her right where he wanted her did he release her legs, his hips rocking into her body. She moaned, slipping her hands under his sweater and into the back of his jeans. She squeezed his ass and laughed when he groaned against her mouth.
Shaw’s lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, his teeth scraping along the throbbing pulse point in her throat. He continued on, bringing his mouth back to her breast and pushing her shirt up while pulling the lace bra cup down. His warm mouth enveloped her nipple, hungrily tugging on it.
She dug her hands into his hair to hold him in place, wondering if he could bring her over the edge by sucking on her breast. She’d heard some men had the skill, but she had yet to meet one.
Ronnie’s body tightened in anticipation, every muscle tensing, preparing for the release it knew was coming.
She opened her eyes to watch the man playing her body so effortlessly, and that’s when she saw him walk out of Shaw’s kitchen.
He froze at the sight of her, juice from the green apple he’d just bitten into dripping down his chin. He wasn’t like the ones at the hospital. He wasn’t human. Not fully anyway.
Growling, fangs bared, Ronnie slammed her fist into the side of Shaw’s head.
“Ow!” He pulled away, his hand rubbing the cheek she’d wounded. “What the fuck was that for?”
Pulling her bra up and her shirt down, she snarled, “If you think I’m that kind of wolf, you’ve got another thing coming!”
“What?” Shaw looked genuinely confused and a little hurt.
She pointed toward his kitchen.
Frowning, Shaw stood straight and turned. The two males stared at each other for several long seconds. Then Shaw was on him, grabbing the male around the throat and slamming him up against the wall.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Roaring, the male shoved Shaw back and turned so he could slam Shaw against the wall.
“None of your goddamn business!”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. Brothers.
They had to be. Only family could ever get a body this pissed off.
Shaw pushed his forearm against the other’s throat, turned, and slammed his brother against that poor abused wall.
“I almost got killed looking for you!”
“Who told you to look for me? I told you to mind your own goddamn business!”
They both roared at each other, literally, and Ronnie decided it was a good time to leave. She quietly unlocked and opened the door, but before she could sneak out into the hallway, Shaw’s gold eyes lasered over to her, nailing her to the spot with one look.