As he caressed the cover and flipped it over, he might as well be doing the same to her body because she was feeling the ghost of his touch as he dragged his hand along the cover and inserted a finger between the pages before opening it wide.
Head tilted toward the pages but looking at her, he grinned. A big bad wolf about to eat the little girl in the red cloak kind of grin. That fucker knew. Knew what he was doing to her.
“So, you like it dirty, do you?”
Fuck that noise. The man had fucked her in almost every way one could fuck another. She wouldn’t play the virgin now.
Meeting his gaze unwaveringly, she answered. “You know I do.”
“But this.” He closed the book, taking a step toward her while holding the cover out for her to see. “You like the thought of a shifter in your bed? Doing all those things to your body while a wolf simmers just below the surface.” He took another step, and she felt like a small prey animal. “Waiting to pounce. To bite you. To mark you as his forever.”
Taylor’s breath hitched. Cass’s suspicions raced to the front of her mind. If this was the Prowler Cass had meant, Taylor could see it one hundred and ten percent. If shifters were real, then yes, Prowler would definitely be one.
He was upon her before she breathed again. Tossing the book onto the table behind her, he caged her in against it. Prowlerdropped his mouth to her ear. “Does the thought of a man losing control to his inner beast while fucking you senseless turn you on? Holding you in place with his teeth so you can’t move while he claims you?”
His question was a growl that vibrated down to her clit.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” she answered in all honesty. If it weren’t so appealing, there wouldn’t be thousands of best-selling romance novels about it.
One arm of her cage disappeared, and she felt a hand unzipping her jeans.
“Fuck,” he cursed when he couldn’t wedge his hand down the front of her too-tight pants. The jeans were designed to make her ass look good, not for quick access.
Prowler pulled away enough to work her jeans just below her hips, granting him access with his hand and nothing more.
Dipping his mouth back to her neck, his fingers dove inside her. “Babe, you’re so wet for me. I think my beauty really does want a beast in her bed.”
His finger glided toward her back entrance. Before she could protest, it was gone, traveling toward her clit and gathering moisture along the way. He started with an up and down motion that switched to tight rapid circles just when she needed it. There was no denying the man was a fucking expert in that department. He worked her clit like a professional with a doctorate in clitology.
A master clitologist if you will.
“Fuck, Riley. I’m coming.”
“Hell, yeah, you are. Come on my hand, babe, and scream my name to the night.”
“Riley.” She drew out the last syllable before her legs gave out. Prowler held her close until she could stand again.
“That was beautiful,” he praised her as he sucked his fingers. “Absolutely stunning.”
Taylor couldn’t look away as she righted her jeans.
“You wanna taste the sweetest ambrosia, Taylor?” He asked while extending his hand toward her mouth. Still buttoning her jeans, she dipped her face forward to suck his offered fingers into her mouth, but before she could wrap her lips around them, he said, “I have a better idea.”
Then he did it.
He kissed her.
And not the mere meeting of lips from before, no, this time he devoured her mouth. A real kiss.
Taylor’s hands were trapped between them as he held her in place for his oral assault. That’s what it was too. He was laying siege to her mouth.
And boy could he kiss! His tongue explored every inch of her mouth. Every so often, he pulled back just enough to suck her bottom lip between his.
After what felt like hours, she realized she wasn’t an active participant in the kiss she’d been longing for, dreaming of.
Fuck that.
She ripped her hands from between them, not caring if her jeans were buttoned or not, and buried her fingers in that messy bun.
