Page 4 of Running with Direwolves
They paused in the tiny hallway that led to her small living space with a sofa, a bed behind a curtain, and a small functional kitchen. It was warm and smelled of the jasmine reed stick she’d set on a shelf. When she shut the front door, silence wrapped around them.
She swallowed and looked up at Tarl. Shadows enveloped his face as he leaned down and cupped her cheeks.
“How’d you wanna do this?” he murmured.
“Do what?”
“Do you want me to seduce you?” he asked. “Or just get to the business of fucking?”
“Can I get both?”
He grinned. “Sure thing.” His mouth brushed over hers, a gentle kiss that tasted of beer.
She gripped the material of his slightly coarse sweater and pressed in close. He was warm and smelled of the outdoors. He moaned slightly and pulled her closer, his embrace firm and full of desire.
Sienna closed her eyes and gave herself up to him. It had been so long since she’d enjoyed any kind of passion and now her body craved joining with another.
He pulled back and knotted his fingers with hers. “This way, right?”
“Yes.”
He tugged her forward a few steps and flicked on the overhead light. Sienna blinked in the harshness and quickly drew the curtains and turned on a table lamp with a red shade that gave a softer glow.
Tarl turned off the overhead light and sat. He bent and began to undo the laces on his thick black boots that looked more suitable for a mountain hike than the city.
His sweater stretched over his shoulders, his hair hungforward, and his long elegant fingers worked efficiently.
Damn, she’d gotten lucky. Her day had really taken a turn for the better.
Chapter Two
“Seduction means me undressing you, right?” Tarl said, peeling off his sweater and throwing it to one side.
Sienna blew out the match she was holding, she’d just lit a rose candle. “I … I’m gonna take a shower. I’ve been at work all day.” Fuck, without his clothes the guy was even better than she’d imagined. He had the perfect amount of dark body hair over smooth golden skin and a true six-pack. He was muscle-bound, but not gym muscle, it was from physical work. He was a man who used his body the way evolution had intended.
“Want company?” he asked, glancing at the bathroom. The door was open.
“That would make a nice change.” She kicked off her sneakers, went into the bathroom, and flicked on the water.
“So, when was the last time you shared a shower?” he asked following her.
“Personal question.” She peered in the mirror to remove her earrings.
“We’re about to get real personal so what does that matter?”
She smiled at his reflection. “True.”
He came up behind her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and nuzzled into the curve of her neck. “You sure about this?”
“Yes.”
“’Cause if you’re having second—”
“I’m not.” She paused and ran her hand over his hair-coated forearm. “And it’s been over a year. Bad breakup and all that, he was a cheat, I threw myself into work.”
“I’m sorry.” He frowned and his mouth flattened. “Really, that’s tough.”
“Don’t be sorry. He wasn’t the one for me.”
