Page 32 of A Hunter Turned
Bringing them to a stop at the railing that kept pedestrians from accidentally falling into the Mississippi, Archer told her, “Typically, that would be the case, but Dad broke his hip a few years ago and the rough terrain was too much for him. He and Mom moved into a place that’s better suited to his mobility. They’re still pack, still come out to the bayou for holidays and celebrations, and I regularly bring Cady into the city to visit.”
Jamie grinned. “I bet they spoil her rotten.”
Archer huffed a laugh. “You have no idea.”
Still smiling, she angled her face toward him and said, “You have a wonderful daughter. You’ve done well with her.”
His hand lifted, cupping her cheek, his thumb smoothing over the skin in a caress, and Jamie’s breath hitched in her chest. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips and she watched in fascination as his eyes followed the movement, the stormy gray depths sparking with silver glints as he leaned in and kissed her.
A moan escaped her before she could call it back and she rose on tiptoes to get closer, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him exactly where she wanted him.
His lips were soft yet firm, his whiskers slightly ticklish against her skin, and he tasted so good, felt so right pressed against her that Jamie never wanted to let go.
His arms came fully around her as Archer deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing against hers and a low growl from his wolf vibrated against her chest, ratcheting up her need. She wanted him so badly, she ached. If Archer wasn’t careful, she was liable to tear his clothes off right here where they stood.
“Come home with me?” Archer asked against her cheek, his voice a low, sexy rumble, and Jamie could only nod, feeling incapable of words as desire coursed through her blood like lightning.
Chapter Twenty
The ride home was excruciating. The sexual tension in the enclosed vehicle nearly unbearable and Archer contemplated pulling over a few times but resisted the urge with teeth grinding will. Their first time together was not going to happen as a quickie in the cramped space of his truck with hurried, fumbling gropes. Jamie deserved better than that. He deserved better than that.
When they finally arrived, he threw the truck in park so abruptly the vehicle lurched and it took every ounce of control in his body not to throw Jamie over his shoulder, beat his chest like a gorilla, and run with her to his house. He highly doubted she’d appreciate the Neanderthal routine or the spectacle they’d create in front of his pack. However, a leisurely stroll was out of the question.
Jamie leaned into him, her voice breathy and seductive as she murmured, “My place is closer.”
The thought that she was just as impatient as he set his erection pounding in his pants like a second heartbeat. “But will it be empty?” he managed to growl despite how close his wolf was to the surface.
Her response of, “They’ve been staying close to Sophia,” was accompanied by a tug on his hand and a quickening of her step.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Damning the consequences, he scooped Jamie into his arms and broke out into a run.
He half expected her to smack him for acting like a brute. Instead, her mouth latched onto his neck with a little purr, her fangs scraping lightly over his skin before her tongue licked erotically at his pulse point. Suddenly overwhelmed with the need to feel her bite at his throat while he drove himself deep inside of her, Archer picked up the pace.
They were barely into the house, the door slamming behind them when Jamie shifted in his hold to wrap her legs around his waist. Christ, he could feel her heat, her need against him, and the snarl that rose up in his throat was savage in its intensity.
His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs as she rolled her hips against him. Her little mewling sounds of need drove him half-mad as their mouths joined in a devouring kiss. If he didn’t slow things down, they weren’t going to make it to a bed – shit, he might not even make it out of his pants it had been so long.
Opening his eyes so he wouldn’t trip, Archer strode for the bedroom while Jamie panted, her fingers working at the buttons of his dress shirt, his tie already thrown behind her.
She let out a curse and a little groan of frustration. “Stupid fingers. I can’t wait until they’re back to normal.”
Stilling her hands, he brought one up to his mouth and nibbled at her fingertips, watching in fascination as her eyes dilated even more, the pupils nearly eclipsing the hazel green of her irises. Her mouth was slightly open as each breath left her on a pant of arousal, the tips of her fangs gleaming in the low light.
Suddenly, she pushed away from him, her feet hitting the floor and a smile full of promise on her lips as she stepped back and grabbed the hem of her dress. In a quick move, it was over her head and she stood before him in a pair of white lace panties and no bra.
Archer nearly dropped to his knees. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed.
She was all smooth, creamy skin that he wanted to taste. Her breasts small but round and tipped with rosy, erect nipples just begging for his mouth, hips slightly rounded, and long, smoothly muscled legs. Archer groaned, reaching for her as she reached for his belt.
His mouth went straight for those shoulders he’d practically drooled over all night, his teeth scraping over the crest, tongue dipping into the delicate hollow of her collarbone, lips worshipping. Her shiver of pleasure was a better compliment than any words she might utter so he kept it up, savoring the taste of her.
Archer felt his belt slide across his lower back, felt her fingers move to the closure of his pants, and his head lowered to take one of her pretty nipples into his mouth. Her fingers stilled as her breath left her in a gasp and her hands moved to cup his head, holding him to her. And all the while, his own hands were exploring every plain, dip, and curve of her form. Reaching the swells of her backside, he squeezed through the silky lace and then slid under the waistband in search of warm skin.
He dragged the panties with him in a slow, leisurely caress downward and Jamie quickly stepped out of them before her hands resumed the work of stripping him. Silently damning the number of clothes still between them, Archer was torn between his desire to help and his need to touch her. Impatience won out, his wolf almost completely taking control as he tore at his clothes.
Jamie’s eyes widened in surprise, her kiss-swollen lips kicking up in a sexy smile. “That’s hot,” she purred, stepping back slightly to take in all that had been revealed. Her admiring eyes on his form felt like the equivalent of being stroked and Archer growled, pulling her against his chest. Her hands immediately slid over his shoulders, reached higher to cup the back of his head and she pulled him down to her waiting mouth.
Her kiss was hungry, her mouth devouring and his tongue encountered the sharp point of a fang. Archer groaned, his hips thrusting forward of their own volition. There was something so sexy about those fangs. Something he couldn’t put his finger on. Perhaps it was the danger of having a vampire – this vampire – at his throat. Or maybe it was the thought of his blood flowing through her veins, nourishing her. Whatever the reason, those thoughts flew out of his head as Jamie gave a little leap, her legs wrapping around his waist once more, this time with nothing between him and her hot, wet core.
