Wild Invitation

him braced over her, though he was careful to keep the majority of his weight off her.
    “Take that back.” He knew she was playing with him in an effort to lessen his hurt and loved her even more for it.
    An impenitent glance. “Make me.”
    “Grr.” He nipped at her neck, remembering too late that he had to be careful of that vulnerable spot…but she giggled, then slapped a hand over her mouth.

Chapter 13
    “WE HAVE TO be quiet.” A whisper. “Elizabeth and Diego are only two cubicles down.”
    Cooper ran his hand down her body, so delighted that he didn’t care who heard them, the lingering shadow of pain eclipsed by searing joy. “What’s my incentive?” he asked, luxuriating in the scent of her. Warm and luscious and pure woman.
His
woman.
    A hand curling over his nape, fingers touching his lips. “Cooper.”
    That voice, that
tone
. “Nu-huh,” he said, throat dry. “You are not seducing me on this tiny bed.” He wanted to take his time with her, wanted her to feel free to scream.
    She nuzzled at his throat in response, licking and sucking. And he knew he was a goner. Growling low in his throat, more a vibration than sound, he reached down and fisted his erection, his towel long since gone. It wasn’t for pleasure but to force himself to slow the hell down. No wolf female would be impressed by a man who spilled all over her at her first touch.
    “That’s my job.” A husky protest, her hand moving down his body.
    Releasing himself, he halted her. “Wait, I want skin.”
    She raised her arms above her head at the blunt demand, let him tug the T-shirt over her body to expose lush breasts in a simple black sports bra, the neckline a deep vee. “I wanted to wear lace for you,” she whispered, a touch of color on her cheeks.
    “Next time.” Since he’d all but swallowed his tongue, the words came out thick. “Shit, take it off or I’ll rip it.” Not thesmoothest or most romantic of words, but Grace wiggled sexily under him as she pulled the stretchy material off over her head and threw it aside.
    He already had his hand, his mouth on her ripe flesh, so creamy and plump and tantalizing. She jerked under him, her hand gripping his nape and a stifled cry escaping her mouth. Breath heavy, he rose up, demanded a kiss while he petted and fondled one of her breasts, received it.
    Grace’s fingers landed on his hips, dug in.
    Breaking the kiss, his cock pushing into the silken skin of her abdomen, he looked down to see brown eyes gone hazy. Lush and curvy and all woman, Grace made him grit his teeth and bury his face in the curve of her neck.
    Her hands stroked up over his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m about to come like a schoolboy,” he ground out, and it might have been an embarrassing confession…if Grace hadn’t softened impossibly further and reached down to curve her fingers around the hard evidence of his need. It wasn’t brazen, but neither was it hesitant. No, it was the possessive grip of a woman who knew she could claim any and every skin privilege she wanted when it came to him.
    “Christ, Grace. Sweetheart, stop or—”
    His brain blanked as she began to move her hand.
    “Like this.” Closing his fingers over hers, he showed her how fast and almost rough he liked it. She followed his lead without argument, her confidence increasing with every stroke until he fisted one hand in her hair, levered himself up over her, and buried his face in the side of her neck again in an effort to muffle his growl as he came all over her hand and stomach.
    The orgasm ripped over his spine, bowed his back, pulse after pulse punching through his body.
    Breath harsh in the aftermath, he fought not to collapse on her. “I got you all sticky.”
    A nuzzling kiss to his throat from the generous, sensual woman in bed with him. “I like carrying your scent on my skin.”
    He thrust into her hand again, his erection near full-strength once more. And he had the thought that he could come all nightfor her, but he had other priorities. Forcing himself to get up, he used his still-damp T-shirt to clean off the evidence of his desire. Grace watched him with lazy eyes the entire time and when he threw the tee aside to move his hands to the button of her jeans, she sank her teeth into her lower lip and raised her hips off the sheet so he could tug the jeans off, throw them aside.
    Her panties were black like her bra, but lace rather than cotton, hinting at the dark curls beneath. Shifting