Wild Invitation

doesn’t sound like you’re dreading it,” she said, placing her hands on his chest.
    He bit back a growl of demand. “Trust me, it’s torture.”
    Lips curved, she began to shape and pet him with a distinct feminine possessiveness in every stroke, that of a woman who considered him her personal property. God, it felt good. Hecouldn’t hold back a groan when she skated her fingernails over his nipples. She paused…and repeated the caress.
    “Christ, Grace.” Shuddering, he dipped his head forward.
    Not the least hesitant, she rose up on tiptoe and kissed him, her hands gripping his waist. He took full advantage, coaxing and seducing with his mouth, his tongue. She let him in, and when he sucked on her tongue, she echoed the intimate caress, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard little points he wanted to roll between his fingertips, tug and squeeze until he knew exactly what made her moan, what made her writhe and go molten around his cock.
    Breath ragged, Grace broke the intimate contact to press an openmouthed kiss over his left nipple. Pleasure rocked his entire body, almost breaking him in two. When she repeated the caress on the other side of his chest, he had to use teeth-gritting control to keep from throwing her onto her bed, tugging off her pajama pants, and mounting her in the most primitive of matings. He wanted to see that curvy behind move against him, wanted to reach down and play with her heavy breasts as he slid his cock in and out of her in a pounding rhythm.
    He just
wanted
.
    And since he couldn’t touch, he began to talk. “You know how I’d like to take you the first time we’re together?” Too fast, he was moving too fast, being too aggressive for his sexy Grace, but he couldn’t stop.
    Nails pricking his chest. “How?”
    “Face-to-face, you spread out under me, your legs locked around my hips, and my cock buried balls deep in you.”
    She swallowed at the raw sexuality of his words, but he wasn’t finished.
    “I’d kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I’d have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I’d suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don’t mind teeth, do you, Grace?”
    A shake of her head, her skin flushed, the opulent scent of her arousal a drug.
    “Good.” He dropped his gaze to her breasts. “While I was fucking you slow and deep, so damn deep, I’d close my hand over one of your breasts, squeeze and pet. And you know what else?”
    “What?” A near-soundless question.
    “I’d look into your eyes the entire time.”
    •   •   •
    GRACE was having trouble thinking. Serious trouble. But she knew one thing: the lieutenant was using the addictive pleasure of intimate skin privileges to distract her. And doing a brilliant job of it. Arousal gripped her by the throat, turned her skin so sensitive that her clothes felt abrasive, the delicate flesh between her thighs plump and wet.
    So it was as well that her wolf danced away without warning, darkly conscious that the man she petted with such proprietary hands could overpower her in a heartbeat. How could she think of being naked in his arms when she couldn’t guarantee her submission would be a conscious, voluntary response, rather than being born of primitive instinct?
    “I’d look into your eyes the entire time.”
    What if all he saw was a submissive looking back at him, whimpering and quiescent, Grace’s human personality overwhelmed into obedience?
    Fear taking an icy hold on her heart, she stepped away. “Put on your T-shirt.” So she could concentrate, could think.
    Cooper growled.
    Jumping, she lowered her head. “Please.”
    “Damn it, Grace.” He wrenched on the tee, impatient and angry. “I wasn’t growling because you gave me an order. I was growling because I wasn’t done playing with you.”
    For some reason, that snarling response made her relax, chance a peek up. “Does sexual frustration always make you so bad tempered?”
    Another growl that had her wolf clawing at her to shut up.
    “Go on,” he said in a low tone that was a dare. “Keep on poking the hungry wolf, see how naked it gets you.”
    Heat burned her cheeks, but she wasn’t going to allow him to do this to her again. “Cooper, I’m not an idiot. I know something was bothering you when you knocked on the door.”
    He made a sound of teeth-gritting aggravation. “I was angry you took off without telling me, okay? Didn’t think you’d like it if I