Momentarily caught off guard, I couldn’t react fast enough before he leaned in, rubbing his groin across my stomach. Good God, he was tall, a giant.
“You are one beautiful woman.” He lowered his head, hot breath cascading across my face.
A strange bolt of electricity cut through me, creating a vacuum all around us. My heart thumped irregular beats and I tilted my head, trying to find the right words for the moment. I couldn’t. I was a wordsmith, a writer at least by hobby. I should be able to figure out the right thing to say at a time like this.
“Absolutely stunning.” His dusky voice captivated me, smooth velvet sliding across my naked skin.
He didn’t give me the time, capturing my mouth before I could say anything.
There were some kisses that while comforting did little more than fill a void. I knew those too well. Then there were those described in romance novels, bold and fearless, a magical moment created in the stars; unbridled hunger keeping roaring fires burning, skin tingling, and hearts racing.
This was lucky number two, the man reeking of passion, the kiss rough and unbridled. I had a feeling just like the man. I found myself wrapping both hands around his shirt, arching my back shamelessly as he dominated my mouth. And lips. And tongue.
He tasted of whiskey and cinnamon, the combination irresistible.
The world around us was spinning, the feel of his hard cock pressed into my stomach a reminder that intense, unabashed passion did exist.
When he finally pulled his lips away, our attempts to breathe were labored.
“Wow,” he muttered. “Just wow.”
The unknown sex god seemed as confused about our intense chemistry as I was.
“Until we meet again, little flower, and I have a feeling karma will make certain we do, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart? Whoa. Wait a minute. Did the arrogant ass of a man just call me sweetheart?
For about a million reasons I was annoyed. Who the hell did he think he was? I threw back my shoulders, getting in his face. I even managed to wrap my hand around his shirt, standing as tall as possible. “Look, buster. I don’t know what planet you’re from, but?—”
“Hey, Savage,” another voice interrupted. “What the hell are you doing? We’ve got a table.”
I blinked as a combination of fury and something like raging desire swept through me, uncurling my fingers as I tried to piece together another comment.
The unknown kisser took a step back, placing his hand on his heart as he winked. He threw his friends a look and offered a wide smile, showing off his dimples.
Then he disappeared into the crowd.
CHAPTER 2
Chicago Sun:Is Saint ‘The Savage’ Masters, NHL’s Hottest Bad Boy a Werewolf?
Chicago Bullet:Saint ‘The Savage’ Masters, a Beast or a Man?
NY Times:Do Werewolves Exist? Ask Saint Masters, Center for the Chicago Wild Dogs
USA Today:Authorities are Seeking Answers from Saint Masters, NHL’s Hottest Breakout Player Regarding an Attack on an Innocent Civilian in a Local Chicago Bar
Los Angeles Times:The Truth Behind the Sudden Rise and Extraordinary Powers of Saint ‘The Savage’ Masters.
Channel 8: Stay tuned for a broadcast from the owners of the Woodland Tavern as they report on a sighting of a nine-foot-tall werewolf destroying their bar.
Channel 4—Breaking News: Reports of a Werewolf Sighting in Chicago Spurs Panic
Girlfriend Number One on Instagram:“The man used to scare me to death when we had sex. Did you know he has red eyes?”
Girlfriend Number Two on Facebook:“Well, I will tell you a little secret. We dated for almost six months. The best six months of my life. Whew. He had two huge, and I do mean huge cocks, ladies. Let me tell you, sex was incredible.”
The Today Show, Carter Wainwright: “James, I know this is difficult for you. First of all. Thank you for being on our show today. How are you doing after the heinous attack?”
