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kitchen, he joked.
She laughed, low and breathless, and there was something distinctly naughty about the look in her
eyes. I let a guy try to tie me to the bed with plastic wrap once. The idea was much more appealing in
theory than practice.
Do you usually sleep with stupid guys? That s not what the plastic is for. He levered himself up and
reached for the drawer in his bedside table. See, this is what you use to tie a woman up. He dragged out
several scarves and let them drop to skim over her bare breasts as he moved them to his other hand.
He didn t need his enhanced senses to register her approval of the idea. Her nipples tightened under
the teasing brush of silk, and she sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes fluttered shut. I didn t sleep with
stupid men. I slept with overeducated men. Sometimes that s worse.
Losers come in all shapes, sizes and tax brackets, honey. He reached for her arm and froze when he
saw the wrap around her delicate wrist. Shit. He d forgotten about her sprain. This is a bad idea.
Her eyes popped open again. What? Why?
He grinned, his ego soothed by the fact that she d forgotten, as well. You re hurt. His thumb stroked
over the bandage. It slipped our minds.
So don t tie me up. She shifted her other hand and slid it down his back. Save something for later.
They should be saving it all for later, for a time when he could think, when his mind wasn t so
scrambled by desire. But he still dropped the silk to the bed and stretched out over her, his lips finding the
bare, vulnerable curve where her neck met her shoulder.
She drew in a breath and let it out on a soft sigh as her fingers drifted lower. Her hand dipped under
the waistband of his jeans, and she turned her head so her breath tickled against his ear. I m thinking the
clothes need to be gone.
A sharp, quick tug brought her jeans off her hips, revealing the white cotton panties she wore. All of
them? he teased as he hooked one finger under the elastic band and pulled gently.
I was talking about your clothing. But she lifted her hips a little in obvious invitation. Not that you
don t look absurdly hot in nothing but jeans, but they might get in the way of my plans for the evening.
Joe drew the cotton down her legs along with her jeans. I know what you were talking about, honey.
He left his own jeans buttoned and in place. Plenty of time.
She braced her elbows on the bed and lifted up a little to watch him. And what, exactly, are you
planning to do to me that s going to take all this time?
He laughed and dropped her pants on the floor, then teased the back of her knee with his fingers. I
didn t know you wanted a formal program for the evening.
Mmm, no. I ve got confidence in your experience. She shifted her leg and rubbed her calf against
his side. I think we can go forward without an outline.
Good to know. He climbed on the bed, this time stretching out beside her and twisting a lock of her
hair around his finger. I m better at winging it, anyway. He used the tip of one curl to tease over her skin,
then followed the invisible path with his tongue.
She responded with a shiver and an encouraging noise. Her hands found his back again, more
aggressive this time as she dragged her nails lightly over his shoulders. He swallowed the growl that rose in
his throat and stroked his hand down her belly and between her thighs as his lips parted over her breast and
he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She arched up to his touch, hot and wet, and his fingers slipped against her. This time, he groaned
against her skin and caught her nipple between his teeth.
Oh, God& Her hand groped at the back of his head, and she choked on another moan as she shifted
her legs apart and rocked into his touch with shameless abandon.
He barely brushed her clit, teasing more than anything else, and moved to swirl his tongue around her
other nipple. He remained there, touching her without deepening his caresses, and waited for her to come to
him.
It didn t take long. A whimper escaped her and she dug her feet into the bed and arched her hips into
his touch. Joe!
He turned his face to her neck. What?
She wiggled a little and somehow worked a hand between them. Her fingers rubbed against his cock
through the fabric of his jeans, and she moaned again. I am way too turned on for teasing.
He clenched his jaw and moved his hand lower and pressed one finger inside her, rocking the heel of
his hand against her. Better?
Brynn groaned, and her hand shifted up until her fingers encountered his belt. She swore softly and
clutched at it as her hips rocked with his hand. Fuck! I& can t oh Christ&
That s right, he murmured. He drew his finger back and thrust another one in, as well. You want
me naked, you have to come for me.
Someone wants their perfect weapon back, only she s not coming quietly.
Stripped
� 2009 Marcia Colette
Alexa Wells wants her life back. She s just not sure what that life was. The memories inside her
head a stripper s aren t hers, and before she humiliates herself onstage one more time, she sets out to
collect the scattered pieces of her mind. The trail leads to Boston, charges of identity theft and murder, and
the real bombshell: a forgotten werewolf lover who insists she s a werewolf hybrid.
Matt York doesn t care that she looks at him like he s been smoking crack between court cases. Now
that he has her back he s not about to let her go it alone, even if she can easily kick ass and take names all
by herself. Amnesia only scratches the surface of her problems, and like it or not, she s stuck with him.
She s also stuck with Robert Gamboldt, a venture capitalist who s not above murdering his way to the
top. He s not about to lose his prize possession without playing dirty. It s a simple enough offer. Be his
personal assassin, or go to jail.
With options like that, it s enough to make a hybrid go full-blood.
Warning: Delicious sexual tension with a werewolf who ll wait as long as it takes for his hybrid
werewolf mate to come around.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Stripped:
Matt s wild scent came through like fresh cologne. I smelled him all the way over the railing and into
the bushes where he had disappeared.
Woods enveloped my surroundings. I leaped over large boulders and rotted stumps, following his
trail. Strange that I honed in on it among the woodsy scents. I could even pick out the fresh rabbit trails and
deer that had left crisscross paths along the ground. When I came to a small ravine, I slid down the incline
and splashed into the frigid brook at the bottom. Matt s scent had disappeared, but I continued in a straight
line anyway. There was no reason why he d head downstream unless another animal was after him and he
wanted to lose the scent. Grabbing a thick root, I climbed up the opposite side of the hill.
I stopped and whiffed the air. Still, no male wolf smell. Damn. Maybe my senses were wrong after all.
Stupid as it sounded, my instincts urged me to go down on all fours. It was a good thing I was in the
middle of the forest or I d never have lived this down. After dropping to my knees, I pressed my face close
to the earth and sniffed around for a scent. I must have looked like a wild woman raised by dogs, pushing
my way through leaves and twigs.
A smell hit me. On the smooth surface of a small rock, I found a piece of Matt. Excited, I continued
searching, picking up more and more until I found the right direction again. I hopped to my feet and darted [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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