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  Scooping his woman up, he met her shocked stare with a raised brow, his heart pounding as he worried she would refuse his suit. “Will ye have me for the night, love?”

  Chapter Seven

  Hayley smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder.

  “Yes.”

  What else could she say? She’d be stupid to turn the man down. Hotter men didn’t exist. Not only that, he had just picked her up without so much as a grunt, and she was not light. She watched the thin, pretty woman who had tried to get his attention.

  Disappointed, the blonde sat again. “Suit yourself.” She rested her elbow on the table, her chin in her hand. They had been dismissed.

  To his credit, Jamie didn’t give her a second glance as he carried Hayley from the hotel bar, his arms firm about her. Striding to the elevator with purpose, he didn’t even break a sweat. He even managed to push the button for the twelfth floor without her help. However, it didn’t escape her they were heading to her floor. Perhaps he’d changed his mind, after all.

  “Look at me, lass.”

  She did as he requested to find, if she went by the expression on his face, he had no intention of leaving her alone for the night. “Yes?”

  “Don’t doubt that I want ye.” Solemn, he stared deep into her eyes. “I want ye more than ye could possibly believe.”

  The intensity of his gaze made a believer of her. Well, and the fact his accent got thicker with every step, as well. If that didn’t do it, his kiss would have. His lips pressed tight to hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, tangling with hers.

  The elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and still he ravaged her mouth. It wasn’t until the doors started to close that he finally lifted his head and moved toward the exit.

  “My room is to the right,” she said as he turned left down the hallway.

  “Aye, it might be. However, mine is this way.”

  She’d forgotten he’d also been assigned to the twelfth floor.

  He kept going until they reached his suite. “The last thing I want is for your Mr. Right to walk in on us.”

  She could see his point. Having her date do that would be like a dash of cold water thrown over them.

  Using the keycard, he pushed the door open, switched on the entryway light, and entered the room. The door closed behind them with a soft click. He took the opportunity to release her slowly, her lower body brushing his until her feet touched the floor.

  Pressing her back to the wall, he thrust his hips against her, the ridge of his hard cock digging into her lower stomach as he once again ravaged her mouth with his.

  Hayley slid her arms around his neck, shoving her fingers through his silky hair. He kissed her eyes, her nose, his mouth, moving to lave the lobe of her ear. Moist heat flooded her middle, soaking her panties as he continued his leisurely exploration.

  His hands skimmed her body, over her back and down to her ass. He palmed it, squeezing the cheeks with his strong hands. “God, you’ve got a glorious ass,” he said, his breath brushing her neck. “I’ve waited all day to take it in my hands like this.” Squeezing it again, he pulled her tighter and buried his face in her breasts. “I can’t wait to have you beneath me.”

  She couldn’t wait either. She wanted this. She wanted him. The night had already been more than she had ever thought to ask for, a man who spent his time with her because he wanted her.

  Carl had always used the excuse of being too tired for sex. He’d never really wanted her, only what she could give him. He’d accompanied her on her book tours to further his own career but never had to shell out a dime for those trips. What better way could he have found to network than to have his girlfriend pay his way across the country while he dropped off his resumes at business after business, hunting for a job? It had taken her nearly two years to figure it out, but better late than never, as her mother always said.

  “It’s just us here, love.” Jamie cupped her breast, his thumb sliding over her nipple. “Don’t think, just feel.”

  “How could you tell I was thinking?”

  He unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it aside. “You were drawing away from me. Your face grew pensive and you didn’t realize I’d stopped worshipping your lovely body.” Leaning down, he sucked her nipple through the lacy cup of her bra.

  Hayley moaned and bit her lip. She didn’t want him to stop, never wanted this to end, but it must. Just like the deal she’d made with the agency, she had one night to make a lifetime’s worth of memories.

  Jared licked her breast and nibbled it, before meeting her gaze. “You’re with me tonight.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands, his thumbs tracing her lips. “Keep your eyes open, lass, and remember you’re with me.”

  Thick cream slid from her vagina, coating her thighs. Nothing could have prepared her for this night. Even the mysterious Madame Evangeline couldn’t have fixed her up with such a perfect man.

  Hayley could hardly believe Jamie had driven down the same stretch of nearly deserted highway just when she needed him. She thought it nothing less than a miracle and thanked God for every minute they had together. Things might be moving quickly, too quickly, but it must move fast. She had to leave for Virginia on Sunday and goodness knew how long he had for this little fling. She kept telling herself it was for one night—had to, or leaving him would surely break her heart. She wrapped her arms around his head, urging him closer.

  “That’s my lass,” he said

  Every time his strong hands skimmed over her body, fire trailed behind. Flames licked her skin. Her shoulders, back, and buttocks burned with need.

  Hungry for even more, she tightened her arms then, running her fingers through his hair, she brought him up for another kiss. She couldn’t seem to get enough of his experienced lips and tongue. For a man who claimed not to have dated in twenty years, he sure could use his mouth. Her clit throbbed and her empty vagina clenched at the thought .

  Gentle hands slid her blouse from her shoulders. It fell to her feet, quickly forgotten as he once again buried his face in her cleavage and groaned.

  “Ye have perfect breasts.” He kissed the rise of each one, running his tongue along the line where her skin and lace met. “I can’t get enough of them.” He cupped both, weighing each as he stared with something appearing close to awe. “I never dreamed I would find a woman such as you. Yet, here you stand before me, perfect in every way.”

  Hayley closed her eyes, reveling in his praise. She could get used to a man like this. In fact, she could get used to this man standing before her, saying just the right thing every time he held her close.

  Strong arms embraced her, hands caressing her back. Like magic, her bra loosened, and he pushed the straps from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled into his hands.

  Jamie bent, took first one then the other nipple into his mouth and sucked.

  “Oh!” The strong pull sent shards of current from her nipples to her groin.

  Chapter Eight

  Jamie couldn’t get enough of the gorgeous woman before him. Every breath he took dragged more of her scent into his lungs and his body ached for her. He had to fight the urge to plunge deep inside her. Heaven awaited him in her arms. And nothing would keep him from her.

  His wolf threw back its head and howled. It, too, had been mesmerized by her scent and beauty. Straightening, Jamie cupped her cheeks, his thumbs caressing her full bottom lip. She licked the tip of his thumb, and he groaned. Unable to keep from touching her, breathing in her very essence, he pressed forward. Slanting his mouth over hers, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

  He thought of how her luscious mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Easing back, he stared at the her. His erection grew even harder.

  Already-hard nipples grew tighter beneath his scrutiny. He couldn’t stop from nibbling them and lapping his tongue over the dusky-rose tips. With a low moan, Hayley squirmed against the wall where he’d pinne
d her.

  “I love how responsive ye are, lass.” He sucked a pert nipple into his mouth again and nipped. Her hands trembled on his shoulders and she cried out.

  Her legs buckled, and he caught her, dragging her flush to him. Yanking her skirt up, he thrust his fingers inside her panties. Feeling her perfect ass, he lost his mind for a moment.

  His wolf took hold. Its claws ripped the silky panties from her, tossing the ruined scrap of lace behind him. With the hem of her skirt up around her waist, nothing remained between them but his slacks and boxer briefs.

  He took a deep breath, willing his wolf to calm down and turn control back to the man. Jamie slipped his fingers between her wet folds, circling her clit. “I love how wet and ready you are.” He breathed the words into her ear amidst her panting.

  “Please!” she begged then let out a long, low moan, her body convulsing in his arms.

  Reaching into his pocket, Jamie pulled out a condom he’d thought to purchase at the convenience store where they’d fueled up. He unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his pants and they slid to the floor. One-handed, he pushed the briefs down far enough to release his straining cock.

  Hayley sighed into his mouth, their kiss growing deeper while he rolled the condom onto his erection. He couldn’t wait to fuck her.

  Slowly, he lifted her, and brought her legs up to circle around his waist. His fingers brushed over her hard clit. Heart racing, he positioned himself at her wet opening, the head of his cock ready to plunge inside.

  She tilted her hips and dropped , driving him deep. “Ahh!” She slid her arms around his head, buried her face in his neck, and nibbled her way to his ear.

  Drawing in a breath, he shuddered. The ears were a huge erogenous zone for wolves. Hell, perhaps they were for everyone. He only knew she pushed some very specific buttons, all the while driving him wild.

  He grasped her ass, lifting her only to drop her back down on his cock. Again and again, he helped her ride him. She leaned away and arched. Bouncing in front of his face, her succulent breasts were too much of a temptation to resist. He lapped at them until she pushed them closer then he alternated attention on each.

  Her inner muscles clenched, milking his cock until he lost control. Pushing forward, he propped her against the wall, changed the angle of his penetration and rammed into her.

  She climaxed, her screams of ecstasy music to his ears. Tightening her legs, she pulled him deeper. Sweat beaded his brow, and his balls tightened. Every thought, every feeling, centered on his cock, until he gritted his teeth together, buried his face between her glorious breasts, and came.

  Chapter Nine

  Hayley hung limp in Jamie’s arms, a testament to his massive strength that he could still hold her and remain upright. If she didn’t know better, she might characterize it as superhuman strength. This is real life, silly, not one of your novels.

  Men were men. They weren’t paranormal shape-shifting creatures with strength beyond that of a normal man, like her heroes or her fantasy man.

  Simple answer—Jamie worked out. A lot. He wasn’t an alien, and he didn’t have superhuman strength. He had muscles on his muscles.

  He met her gaze with his sky-blue eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His brow furrowed, his lips drawn down at the corners.

  “No.” With a slow smile, she lifted a trembling hand to his face. “You didn’t hurt me.” Why would he think he’d been anything but wonderful? She smoothed the creases from his brow. “Though you should probably put me down before I hurt you.”

  He snorted and straightened. Having obviously regained his strength, he carried her to the hot tub in the corner of the bathroom.

  “When did you arrange this?” She stared into the inviting water, steam bubbling. Soap and shampoo sat on the edge.

  After testing the temperature, he stepped into the small heated pool with care then lowered her in.

  “I thought you might like to wash the dirt of the road off you before we made love, but I couldn’t wait,” he admitted, his expression a bit sheepish. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” She sat, the hot water flowing around her, soothing the aching muscles she hadn’t used in months, if ever. No one had taken her against a wall before. “This feels so good.” She sighed. “Thank you.” He sat across from her. The hot water rose, covering her still sensitive nipples, and she shivered. “You might not want to thank me when you find out I did it for selfish reasons.”

  “Selfish reasons?” No matter his motive, the idea had been romantic, whether Jamie Campbell was aware of it or not.

  “Aye.” He nodded. “The faster we ease your sore muscles, the faster I can get you into bed.” He gestured toward the king-sized four-poster thing of beauty opposite the bathroom door.

  The light-blue duvet complemented his eyes, and the matching pillows appeared as fluffy and soft as summer clouds. Her stomach clenched as she stared at it. Evidently, her body hadn’t had enough of his loving. A good thing, too. She was far from finished with him.

  Her cheeks heated when her stomach grumbled. She ducked her head. He had to have heard it. What must he think of her being hungry so soon after he’d bought her such a delicious dinner?

  “Come here.” He gestured to the spot between his legs. “I’d like to wash your hair if you’ll let me.”

  “Wash my hair?” She squeaked. “Why would you want to do that?”

  Grasping a lock of it, he pulled it over her shoulder. “I like the way it feels. It’s soft and silky, and just how I imagined it when I saw you standing on the edge of the road with your head tucked beneath the bonnet of your rental and your beautiful ass waving in the air.”

  “Ha!” She shook her head. “My ass has been called a lot of things, but, before today, beautiful has never been one of them.”

  “And would it have been one of those asshats you’ve dated doing the name calling?” He raised a brow, his expression unreadable. But he didn’t look happy. Not happy at all.

  “I…um…yes.” She bit her lip.

  “Didn’t I tell you they’re asshats and you’re a beautiful woman?” He dropped her hair and cupped her cheek in his palm. “I also remember telling you we’re alone.”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “You did.”

  He ran a thumb over her lips before tapping her on the nose. “I might have to think about spanking that luscious ass of yours if you keep bringing your old dates into the room.”

  Hayley sighed. How could she explain when a man called a woman names, it stuck with her for a long time. And especially when boys and men had called her names all of her life?

  “I’ll try not to keep thinking about them.” She gave him a soft smile. “I can’t promise I won’t, but I’ll do my best to keep from thinking about them.”

  What was wrong with her? She closed her eyes. There she sat, with a gorgeous man who wanted to spend time with her and only her, and she couldn’t keep her wandering mind in the present.

  He nipped her nipple just below the water’s surface. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped.

  “Oh!”

  Releasing the tip for only a moment, he lapped at it again before taking the nipple into his mouth and drawing hard.

  Grasping his head, she ran her fingers through his hair and whimpered. She wanted more, needed more. She pulled him closer and pressed his head to her aching breasts.

  He brushed her mons with his palm and slid his fingers over her clit. He nipped her neck then, using his tongue, laved away the slight sting. She moaned, the pleasure-pain putting her on sensory overload.

  One finger slipped into her then two. Canting her hips, she arched for more. He continued finger-fucking her until she stiffened and shuddered in his arms then collapsed.

  “I don’t know how much more I can take.” Her body hummed with the afterglow of release. He held her, a gentle hand stroking her back while she caught her breath and came to her senses.

  It had been too long
since she’d been with a man who cared whether or not she had a good time. Hell, maybe she’d never been with such a man. One thing for certain—she had never come so hard, or so many times in one night. And something told her Jamie planned to make her come at least once more.

  With a gentle twist, he turned her in his arms, rested her back against his chest, and continued to run a hand over her body. Each slow caress relaxed her further.

  Using a small dish from the edge of the tub, he poured water over her head, his long fingers massaging the sweet-scented shampoo into her scalp and hair. Hayley closed her eyes as he rinsed the soap then smoothed scented bath gel into her shoulders and neck, skimming over her breasts, barely stimulating her nipples.

  Did she want more, or did she want his ministrations to loosen her up? Either way, he managed to arouse her. Her body, while more relaxed than she’d ever remembered it being, hummed with the desire to have him inside her again.

  “Have you caught your breath?” He cupped her breasts.

  “Hmm?” She smiled, willing him to brush his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, but he didn’t. She leaned into his touch. “Stop being such a tease.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Why are you calling me a tease?” Jamie chuckled, taking delight in watching the gooseflesh cover her body. “I’ve just given you repeated orgasms.” He stuck his tongue into her ear, and she wriggled in his lap.

  His cock slid between her ass cheeks, and he groaned. “God, ye feel so good.” He pulled her against him until her head rested on his shoulder.

  “So do you.” He shifted beneath her, and she whimpered. “Yes!”