Page 30 of Mismatched Mates

Not much rational thought remained, but I had enough sense to get her back inside, away from anyone who might see. This wasn’t for the cameras, and I didn’t want her to think it was.

Besides, I had plenty in mind that should never be published for the world to see.

I wasn’t even entirely sure where this had come from. It was like seeing her in that dress, all subtle curves and long, lean lines, had awoken something in me. A need that only she could sate.

And by the way she looked at me, the way she smelled—goddamn, my wolf knew from the way she smelled—she felt the same way, too.

Maybe both of us needed this. A release.

Either way, I wasn’t about to waste time as long as she was here with me.

I found a small, unused room and opened the door, shutting it behind us. Her back bowed as I held her against me, and for several long, delicious seconds, we kissed in the dark. Her dress exposed subtle stretches of bare skin, and I explored them all, first with my fingers and then with my teeth. Our breathing filledthe room, and as my vision sharpened in the darkness, I saw it was used for storage, chairs piled on tables and water coolers stacked in a corner.

Shit. Everything was happening too fast, and it was never supposed to be like this with Jane, but I’d been hard all night, touching her and wanting her and watching the way her eyes darkened every time she looked at me, and unless she made it very clear she didn’t want this too, I didn’t know how I was going to stop myself from taking her up against the wall.

She deserved better. I was a mess, and there was a reason I never allowed myself to get involved with someone who I might want more from. But this felt like it was out of my control.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against the skin of her neck. She arched her back, offering herself to me, and I slid a hand up her thigh. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all night.”

“It’s the dress.”

“It’s the woman inside the dress.” I found the slit and pushed my fingers under, finding bare skin. My wolf howled, trying to convince me to shift, but this was definitely better done in our human form. “You’ve been driving me wild all night.”

“I’ve been imagining you touching me,” she confessed.

“God.” I found the edge of her panties and pushed them aside. She hooked a leg up over my hip. For someone who, I could only guess was out of practice, she didn’t exactly seem shy. “You’re soaked.”

She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the door. “Less talking. More touching.,” she reprimanded with a moan.

“Your wish is my command.” I drew her bottom lip into my mouth as I slid a finger through her folds, right to her entrance. As she whimpered, she reached for me, unbuttoning my pants.

My staff sprung to attention.

“You have to be quiet,” I murmured against her mouth. She took my aching cock in her hand, and my words came back to haunt me as I bit back my own groan. Yeah—she wasn’t the only one who was going to have to concentrate on being quiet. She moved restlessly against me.

“That’s right.” I slid a finger inside her, hot and wet and tight, and she gasped, biting down on her lip hard, holding back the strangled noise.

Her hand tightened around me, and I thrust into it. The truth was, I’d been horny all evening forso longthat she was going to make me come embarrassingly fast. Though, by the way she rolled her hips, grinding herself on my hand, she wouldn’t be too far behind me.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, and it was all I could do not to ruin her pretty dress.

Her free hand moved to my shoulder, holding herself upright as she trembled, and her mouth moved clumsily against mine as I pumped my fingers into her, finding the perfect spot, the one that made her eyes roll. I wanted her like putty in my hands. Right on the edge, so I could command when she fell. Right on the very brink of control.

Having uptight Jane Thomas unraveling in my grasp, surrendering herself to me, was the ultimate privilege, and I wanted to make sure it was good for her.

But damn it was hard to concentrate as she stroked her thumb across the head of my cock, smearing the moisture that gathered there.

“Grant,” she whispered, voice catching.

“Are you close?”

“I’m close. I’m close. I think I’m?—”

“Not yet.” I slowed, relishing the feel of her fluttering around me. Every instinct told me to push my cock inside her and claim her, but this wasn’t the right time or the right place. Hell, I’dnever been with therightwoman, but nothing had ever felt as right as the way she felt against me then. “Wait until I say you can.”

She glared and squirmed against me, but obeyed, not letting herself tip over the edge. Her hand trembled around my cock, slowing, but it didn’t matter, because my balls were tightening, and I wanted her like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“Good girl,” I said, and she clenched around my fingers. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come for me. Now.”

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