Covet the Curves: a Romance Collections Anthology

by Morgan, Nicole

  Damn, Sara thought, squeezing her eyes and thighs tightly together. She did want to spend the night in his arms.

  Without warning, she was being lifted into the air, coat and all.

  “Jarod!”

  “Oh, so that’s what it takes to get you to voluntarily say my name, simply lift you in my arms. I’m on board with that.” The grin he gave her was more than roguish. It was downright wolfish. He placed her on the other couch, arranging her coat around her shoulders. Self-consciously she stretched out on the couch, pressing against the back cushion as much as she could. Just as she realized this position would put her face to face with him, a soft fabric touched her ankles, and she jerked her legs.

  “All I could find were some towels, but they’re better than nothing.”

  Almost immediately, the thick rectangle of terry cloth knocked off the chill in the air. Another one settled over her middle, and she felt instantly warmer. She loved those thick towels—or bath sheets—that were in the gym. They were long enough to actually fit around her when she took a shower. Even though she was a chubby girl, she still made use of the company gym during the off times. Three times a week, she waited until the after-work crowd left. By the time she was walking on the treadmill or using the weight machines, no one was in there besides a couple of die-hard fitness enthusiasts who didn’t want to chat or socialize. Or maybe they just didn’t want to chat or socialize with a big girl like her. Either way, they left her alone.

  She didn’t know what she’d thought would happen when he’d suggested—no, ordered—that they were going to sleep on the same couch. Him nudging her forward with his hands on her hips and crawling in behind her then encircling her waist with his arms to pull her against the hard planes of his body wasn’t it. There was no hesitation in the way he familiarly settled himself behind her, adjusting the curves of her body to fit the hard planes of his. Her breathing, when it returned, came in fitful spasms of blissful pain at being so near. She had to force herself not to reveal the effect he had on her.

  He smoothed her hair down and pressed his face against the side of her head. “You’re too little to be squished between me and the back of the couch. But if you get too cold, tell me and I’ll flip us around.”

  He made it seem like a simple thing to do, to arrange two bodies on such a small surface. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel like she was hugging the edge of the couch. Slowly, she relaxed, realizing he wasn’t going to do anything. In fact, he wasn’t even slightly excited about being in bed with her. She sighed in acceptance of the fact that he was just flirting the time away. Probably making a game of teasing the mousy virgin. Although he had no way of knowing she was a virgin.

  “Relax, Sara. Let me keep you warm.” The heat of his breath was a soft caress against her ear. Sara knew he could feel the rapid beating of her heart just as she felt the steady rhythm of his. Letting the warmth of his body seep into her, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. She could have sworn she felt the press of his big hand against her stomach, urging her hips back. And, she felt the solid rigid of his cock, seconds before she succumbed to sleep.

  Jarod waited until he thought Sara was asleep before pulling her close, damning himself to a night of sweet torture by pressing her ass into his groin. He inhaled the fragrance of her hair and wondered what it was about this woman that had managed to get under his skin. Yeah, he was a believer of true mates, but he was realistic enough to know the attraction, the compatibility, had to be there as well, or you could have a hellish life.

  His wolf, who had been satisfied by the feel of their mate in his arms, grumbled. They were compatible. Her curvy ass was completely compatible to his rock hard cock. For just a moment, he thought of easing down her leggings and panties and freeing himself from his pants to push inside her from behind. He wanted nights like this, days like this with his mate in his arms, slow loving on his mind.

  Oh, yeah, he wanted the woman in his arms.

  And he would have her come morning.

  Chapter Four

  DURING THE NIGHT, their positions had shifted. Sara awoke to find her head resting on Jarod’s shoulder, her face nearly buried in the warm column of his neck. One of her arms curled around his waist while one of her legs was locked between the two of his. His hands clasped together behind her back to hold her there. She moved slightly, and then stopped, realizing the top of her thigh was bumping against something hard and warm. She gasped when one of his hands moved and cupped her ass, then yanked her leg up, changing the angle of their bodies just enough for her mound to press against his erection.

  Morning wood.

  Sara might be a virgin, but she was a voracious reader of romance. All right, she admitted it freely, of erotica. She loved a story filled with love—and hot steamy sex.

  So, she knew what a morning erection meant. Absolutely nothing. It was biological for men. Probably more so for shifters with their rumored higher sex drive. It didn’t mean he’d all of a sudden developed a case of the hots for his secretary.

  Instead of moving any part of her body, she opened her mouth. Only to discover her lips were pressed to his throat. She tasted the salty skin when she tried to speak. “Jarod?”

  She knew she shouldn’t use his first name. She should still guard that dividing line between them. But, really, shouldn’t you use the first name of the man you’d just slept with? Whose morning wood was pressing into your body?

  “Jarod,” she said his name louder and tried to move into a less intimate position, only to have the pressure of his hand increase. The corduroy skirt of her jumper had inched up around her thighs, making her doubly aware of the muscle in his legs. Jarod stirred beneath her, and she held her breath.

  “Hold still, woman, unless you want me to roll you on your back and thrust inside you, hard and fast.”

  Sara instantly stilled, almost afraid to breathe. Then the chest beneath her head rose as he took a deep breath and loosened his hold around her. “Get up, baby.”

  Jarod’s wolf growled when he ordered Sara to move. But what he told her was true. If she wiggled around much more, rubbed her leg against his crotch one more time, he was going to roll her beneath him and take her. Hard, fast, swift.

  Sara twisted away quickly, coming to sit on the edge of the couch before standing up. Thankfully, her jumper fell into place quickly, hiding her Lycra covered butt. The room was still cold, but not as cold as it had appeared last night.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, you have very nice legs… and a gorgeous ass.”

  At his comment, Sara turned around quickly, a gasp of outrage shimmering in her velvet eyes.

  Jarod sat up on the couch, trying not to wince as the move put his cock into a twist so to speak. He adjusted himself, watching her as she watched him. She flushed and hurriedly looked away.

  “It happens to all men, sweetheart, don’t get carried away by your imagination.”

  And just like that, Sara was back to doubting herself.

  Jarod read the emotions rolling off Sara and cursed. Damn. Fuck. Shit.

  For once, Jarod was sorry he hadn’t paid attention to his brother Hunter’s more colorful cursing. Being in the military, specially assigned to a covert paranormal unit, his brother had learned to curse fluently in over six different languages. Jarod could use that outlet about now with his mate looking at him with shattered eyes.

  What was he supposed to do?

  Fuck her, maybe? His wolf answered with sarcastic wit.

  Yeah, like a horny wolf was the way to win over a skittish mate.

  It worked for generations. If a wolf could have shrugged his shoulders, Jarod’s animal would have been doing just that.

  The wolf did have a point. Maybe if he went all caveman on her, tossed her on the couch, or order her over the desk and fucked her silly, she’d never doubt his attraction to her again.

  Or she’d run screaming from the building.

  Straight out into the storm.

  A sharp rat-a-tat-tat drew his at
tention to the windows. Even though it was early morning, outside it was still dark and overcast—and the wind was howling furiously, hurtling pieces of ice through the air straight into the glass-covered building.

  Shit.

  Jarod rose from the couch and walked to the windows. Looking down, he saw the city was in a hell of a mess, and it didn’t look like it was going to get any better. In fact, it just might get worse.

  She joined him, and for several minutes they watched as the city was bombarded with ice.

  “This is going to be a freaking mess to clean up,” Jarod muttered, running his hands through his hair.

  Sara didn’t comment, just kept staring out over the snow covered landscape. It looked like it was the end of the world.

  “You stay here and I’ll go get us some breakfast.”

  She turned to him and a small smile lifted the corner of her mouth. “More peanut butter?”

  “Maybe. I’m going to scout out the other lounges and see if there’s anything else.”

  “I’ll go with you.”

  “No, it’s too cold now. You stay here where it’s warmer.”

  A stain of pretty pink flood Sara’s cheeks when he mentioned heat. She was probably remembering his comment of last night. Hell, he was remembering last night. Every bump and grind of her ass against his cock. Every time he was tempted to simply cover her with his body and convince her with his touch that she was his.

  “Okay.”

  He stepped closer to her, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Sara. I will take care of you.”

  She looked up at him, and the trust in her eyes made his wolf’s chest puff up with pride. His mate trusted him. “I know. It’s just…”

  “Scary?”

  She bowed her head as if she were reluctant to admit her fear. “Kind of.”

  “If worse comes to worse, I’ll call Hunter. He’d have an army caravan on its way the minute I ask.”

  She looked back up, and he saw that beautiful smile again. “You and your brothers are really close, aren’t you?” Logan flirted with her every time he saw her. She’d only met the youngest one once. He was kind of scary. Bigger and rougher looking than the other two. Maybe it was his military training, but he looked a little more cold-hearted as well.

  Logan and Jarod were more suave, sophisticated. Players.

  That’s right, Sara, don’t forget he’s a player, her common sense warned her.

  He kissed her on her forehead and all those warnings flew right out of her head.

  “I’ll be right back.” He quickly donned his shoes and left his office.

  Sara stood there for just a few minutes after he left. Was it her and her wild imaginings, or was he actually starting to show some type of affection towards her? She shook her head, telling herself it didn’t matter. What he wanted was a warm body to wile away the hours with. Taking advantage of his absence, she decided to use the facilities. She grabbed her boots, pulling them on so she wouldn’t have to walk on the cold floor in the hallway. Rummaging through her purse and desk drawers, she found a hairbrush and a sample tube of toothpaste—probably from her last trip to the dentist.

  It was more than a half an hour before Jarod returned and she had just started to worry about him. Why, she didn’t know. He was a big, bad wolf shifter. Remembering the feel of his body pressed against her all night long, she started tingling between her legs again.

  While he’d been gone, Sara had straightened up, more for something to do than anything else. She’d folded the towels and watched the news. The snow and ice were expected to stop falling by mid-morning. The temperature was supposed to rise, and the melting could begin as early as tomorrow afternoon. There was no arctic blast coming in behind the storm to keep the snow and ice on the ground.

  She turned off the television when the outer door opened. She had noticed on her trip to the bathroom that Jarod was right in suggesting they conserve the heat in his office by keeping the door closed. It had been chilly in the hallways.

  “Do I smell popcorn?” She smiled as he came through the door.

  “Yep. And I found some other goodies as well.” He sat down the box he was carrying on the end of his desk. “I thought we might watch a movie or two and what goes better with a movie than freshly popped popcorn.”

  “But for breakfast?”

  “Why not?” He pulled the popped bag from the box and Sara saw it was the kind with extra butter. Her favorite. It wasn’t as good as what was served in the theaters, but beggars couldn’t be choosy.

  “What else do you have?” Her curiosity drove her closer.

  Jarod smiled as Sara eased closer to him and the desk. Oh, how he wanted to reach out and take her in his arms and kiss her. “How about some chocolate? It wouldn’t be a date without popcorn, candy, and soda, now would it?”

  Even though it was cold, he’d taken the time to find ice and put it into two cups. Had he noticed that she always drank her sodas with ice? Another caring gesture that kept her mind in a tailspin.

  Within minutes, they were sitting on the couch arguing over what to watch. Sara had protested, but only a little, when he’d insisted they sit together to conserve body heat. The twinkle was back in his eyes, and she was far too weak to resist it.

  “Absolute Zero? You have got to be kidding me,” Jarod groused at her choice of movies. Whether it was just some odd coincidence or some programmer’s weird sense of humor, the Syfy network was having a marathon of weather-related disaster movies. “I’ve already admitted I’m a fan of the genre, but you have to admit this is one of the cheesier ones.”

  Sara tossed a piece of popcorn in her mouth and just grinned at him. “Maybe, but Jeff Fahey makes up for the lack of a plot.”

  “Okay, okay.” He put the remote down and settled back against the leather couch. When he reached for the popcorn, she inched it closer to him. “So you have a thing for older men, do you? I guess I’ll need to keep you away from my dad then.”

  “Ha, ha.” She slapped him on his arm, leaning back and unconsciously moving closer to him. They spent the next two hours watching the movie and making their way through the horde of snack food he’d discovered on some of the other floors.

  The rest of the day passed in much the same manner, except they did take the time to work a little in the late afternoon. Well, Jarod worked a little. Since he wouldn’t allow her to go back to her office and work on the filing system again, all she could really do was some calendar updates and memos on her tablet. She made a note to ask him for a laptop in case she ever got stranded at home. And she napped, using the two big towels as her blanket. When was the last time she’d taken a nap in the middle of the day? Probably not since her last snow day as a kid.

  When it grew dark outside, she got up from the couch and wandered over to the windows, rubbing her arms against the chill coming off the glass. If she knew Jarod, and she liked to think she knew him just a little, he’d work well into the evening. She couldn’t complain. He’d spent the day entertaining her and making sure she was warm and fed.

  Taking care of her.

  “Are you cold?”

  It didn’t surprise her when he came up behind her, his large hands engulfing the tops of her shoulders. Immediately his thumbs worked their way under the straps of her jumper and started a slow caress.

  She was anything but cold. How could she be after spending an afternoon, snuggled up against a wolf who radiated heat like a furnace? Of course, some of that heat was of the sexual kind. She shook her head. “No, not really.”

  “I can’t have you cold, Sara.” He made the statement as if he were responsible for her entire wellbeing. As if he were going to dedicate himself to keeping her warm, feed, protected. Loved. He drew her into his arms, circling her waist with his muscled arms, but he did nothing more, and for an age, she stood in the circle of his arms as they watched the snow start to fall once again.

  Was it wrong to wish it never stopped? That this day never
ended?

  She closed her eyes and allowed herself to clasp his arms where he held her. Sometime during the last hour, he’d undone his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves almost to his elbows. The look was overtly masculine. She couldn’t resist sliding her hands over the springy hair on his forearms. She slid her thumb across the prominent bones on each of his wrists, then along his fingers. It was an innocent caress, but it was a caress.

  Oh, God, what was she doing?

  One arm moved from around her waist to brush back her long hair, exposing the curve of her neck. His tanned face moved downward to the side of her neck. She was acutely conscious of his soft inhalation of her scent. “You smell so damn good, Sara.”

  Barely shifting their bodies, he lifted her face to his. He lowered his head and sought her lips. The hand stroked the smooth skin of her throat down to the edge of the fake turtleneck. She allowed herself to be drawn into a deep, intimate kiss before he broke away, only to pull her closer and start to kiss her again. She was turned almost sideways, and she felt the bulge of his cock pressing against her hip. She tried to draw away, afraid of the implications of his arousal.

  “Sssh,” he whispered against her lips. “We’re just kissing.” He eased her closer, pressing the fuller flesh of her hips into his groin. “Just kissing.”

  Again and again, he kissed her, and again she lost herself in the feel of him. His size swallowed her, making her felt desirable and wanted. Dominated. He didn’t allow his hands to roam, but they weren’t still. One was pressed to her lower back, his fingers spread wide, moving and caressing. The other was squeezing the side her hip, rocking her into his groin. It took her a moment to realize the sounds she was hearing were deep, little growls coming from deep in his throat each time he pressed her to him.

  He slipped the hand from her back up under the hem of her jumper, his fingers trailing along the inside of her thighs from behind. With each pass, he moved closer and closer to her pussy, caressing her inner thigh until she thought she might pass out from anticipation. She wanted him to touch her there—to touch her pussy—to ease the ache he was building inside her.