"Just make it fast." She shot a worried glance at the digital clock. Time was the enemy. She'd already missed her check-in time with Fiona. She wondered how much longer his roommate would be out, too.
"Oz'll be gone for hours yet," Silver said in answer to her unspoken concern. With gratifying zeal, he shrugged out of his trench coat and tossed it onto the bed. He had on a black long-sleeve shirt. The close fit showed off his sculpted build to superb effect. Oh fuck, but he was beautiful. She would've gladly spent hours exploring his body, stroking her hands over every inch of him. Too bad they only had minutes.
"We'll need those condoms." The last thing she needed was to wind up pregnant from the first one-night stand she'd had in years.
"I'll get them." He retrieved a couple foil packets and passed them to her. Hannah set them on the edge of the desk in easy reach. In a low voice, he asked, "How long have you been in heat?"
"Too long." Hannah flushed and then cursed her telling reaction. Of course he'd scented her physical condition; however, she'd hoped he would refrain from commenting on it. Too long—the answer covered a lot more territory than her current heat. It'd been three years since she'd taken a lover. She couldn't quite believe she was about to break her abstinence now. The whole crazy diversion to Silver's hotel room seemed surreal.
"Do you—"
"Please, don't make this personal." She cut him off, fearful of what he might say or ask. She didn't require an intimate connection with him to get what she wanted... and yeah, she planned to use and discard him. It made her feel dirty, but raw need drove her actions, and she didn't exactly hear Silver objecting. Hell, he'd seduced her with that stolen kiss and that fucking mind-blowingly beautiful song...
"Okay." He clipped the word and hurt shimmered in his eyes, but she couldn't afford to care about a trivial prick to his ego. He'd get over it.
"Take your shirt off." The crushing intensity of her arousal decimated her self-control. Her gun hand shook. Belatedly she stilled it, but only with a monumental effort.
He swiped his tongue across his upper lip. "Gotta admit, you're making me nervous. Please put the gun down. I promise—I'll do whatever you say."
"It has a safe-action trigger. I swear I don't want to hurt you." The confession hurt her pride, but she refused to have him genuinely scared for his life. No matter what he'd done, he didn't deserve that. As a gesture of good faith, she allowed her arm to fall so the muzzle was aimed at the floor.
"Not even a little?" Silver smiled and it was beautiful. Tension bled out of him, leaving him loose and limber.
"Well... maybe a little." Hannah laughed. Letting go was hard but he possessed a special talent for it, nudging her along with his wink 'n' nod flirtation.
"Okay, a little is all right." Silver reached for the top button of his shirt and undid it. While she watched, he worked steadily downward, one after another. The material parted, revealing smooth tanned skin over rippling muscles. He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, allowing it to slither down his arms with a practiced technique that raised questions and her libido.
Hannah's breath caught. Oh! But he was gorgeous. Five-line staff tattoos covered in musical notes ran up both his arms across his shoulders. The artwork was exquisite, so detailed and intricate she heard the melody in her mind. His build was buffer than most foxes, but still possessed the sublime sinewy grace she found attractive in a male. It wasn't right that a coyote should look so good. He had her twisted into knots, a visceral response that she preferred to attribute to her raging hormones. Still, only the cautionary chant in the back of her head—not a fox—saved her from swooning head over heels into infatuation.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Oh, I like. The way you move on stage is extraordinary. Have you worked as a stripper?" Her enthusiastic praise had to be a mistake. A guy like him probably didn't need his ego pumped any further, but damn it. His smile was gold. Hannah opened and closed her itchy palm, quelling the impulse to reach for him. Patience.
"Funny, of all the things I've done to survive, that was never one of them," Silver said with a confident chuckle.
"Talk about a leading statement." It piqued her curiosity but she didn't delve any deeper. She wanted to keep things casual. The more they learned about each other, the greater the intimacy.
She spared the double bed a glance but dismissed it with a grimace of distaste. She disliked the idea of having sex in a bed where countless strangers had lain. Instead, she edged over to the massive chair next to the desk, rested a hand on the arm, and tested it. The golden oak finish was scratched and the cushions had seen better days, but it was sturdy enough to hold their weight.
"You haven't said what you thought of the show." He tracked the direction of her gaze and moved closer to the chair.
"Now you're fishing." Hannah edged close enough to inhale his warmth and distinctive musky aroma.
"You can't blame a guy for trying..."
"I don't blame you, but I don't want to indulge you either." She snagged the dangling end of the handcuffs with her fingers. For a second, he held on and the short chain grew tight. She tugged, wondering if he'd finally decided to put a stop to their game.
"Put the gun down," Silver's face was set in a stoic façade.
"I need it." Disappointed, she met his gaze and glimpsed intelligence and wily cunning. He possessed hidden depths and unexpected determination. A man she desperately wanted to fuck, but not fuck with.
"You don't. You have my word. That's enough."
"What's that worth?" Hannah asked with a cynical snort.
Silence served as his answer. He studied her as though he saw past her many masks straight to her true self. One look reduced all her defenses to rubble. She almost took a step back. She crushed the cowardly impulse and refused to retreat. It had to be a trick. The guy was a skilled conman. Well, so was she.
An adept opportunist, Silver stepped into her moment of indecision and reached for her right arm. He stroked her, a gentle brush of fingertips to the inside of her elbow, traced a path along her forearm to her wrist. He grasped it in a firm grip and guided her hand that held the gun to the desktop. After a fleeting hesitation, Hannah released it.
"What now?" Having surrendered her advantage, she regarded him warily. The cynical part of her fully expected him to go back on his promise and turn on her.
"Where do you want me?" Silver let go of the handcuffs, relinquishing them to her. He offered a teasing smile, but his dark eyes shone with sardonic understanding.
"Sit." Still gripping the cuffs, Hannah pressed her hands to his pecs. A smattering of fine hair covered his chest. His bronzed skin was smooth, the underlying muscle hard, and she delighted in the contrast.
Patience gone, she shoved him toward the armchair. Silver went over easily, snickering softly the whole way; a sort of music that pulled her in and urged her on. Every word and sound the man produced seemed to be lyrical in nature, from his voice to his laughter. He landed in a graceful heap beneath her. For a few seconds, his swift hands eluded capture, playing between them. He unbuttoned her coat, slipped his hands beneath the parted sides, and he caressed her breasts through the thin material over her sundress. He'd teased her nipples to hard buds before she finally caught his wrists. Panting, Hannah dragged his arms around the back of the chair and cuffed his wrists behind him.
"Are they too tight?" She double-checked the fit for his comfort. The handcuffs were professional quality with a double lock. Picking them would require skill and time.
"They're fine. Come here." He surged toward her so his long hair whipped about his face. The restraints stopped him, as they were designed to.
"I'll come when I'm ready," she shot back with mock severity. Hastily, she shed her coat and tossed it to the desktop where it landed beside the Glock.
"You'd come often if my hands were free."
"Man, you're cocky."
"Isn't that sorta the point?" Silver asked with a whisky-smooth chuckle.
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sp; She grasped his shoulders and smothered his mouth to shut him up, but the infuriating man defied her mastery even when silenced. Their lips merged, tongues stroked together, but the vibration of his laughter passed from his body into hers. The silly man had happiness in his heart; it buoyed and baffled her all at once. From the little she knew of his history, his life hadn't been a bed of roses, so she wondered how he clung to life's most elusive emotion. Joy flavored his kisses like an aromatic floral note in a fine wine. A woman could get drunk on him.
She broke the kiss, yanked her dress over her head, and tossed it aside, aiming for the desktop. It left her completely nude before him. Exposed. Hannah drew herself upright, stiff with pride... but scared, too. Her own insecurity angered her. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She was fit and athletic, but her breasts were only a B-cup and her figure had a boyish slimness.
Silver stared, unblinking, and his pupils dilated, eclipsing the whites of his eyes. His jaw worked, but he didn't say anything. His intent, silent regard sent shivers through her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, so she'd tensed to the point of almost jumping out of her skin when he finally spoke.
"You're a goddess," Silver said in a voice that was music to her ears. "I want to write songs that do justice to you."
"You already did that," Hannah shot back with marked severity. She quickened from head to toe with pleasure at his blatant admiration. The way he looked at her made her feel like Venus on a clam shell, and she longed to be as beautiful as the music he created.
"My muse isn't done," he said with a playful wink. "Come here and be my inspiration."
"There's an invitation I can't refuse," Hannah said, unable to suppress her answering smile. She straddled his lap, facing him, and finally she allowed her hands to wander as she longed to do. First, she stroked her hands over his hair, running fingers through the raven-dark, sable-soft tresses. She pushed them aside to get a better look at the musical staff tattoos that began at his wrists, ran up both arms, over his shoulders, and across his upper back. Another pair of parallel scrolls ran across his chest and abdomen and disappeared beneath the waistband of his leather pants.
"These are extraordinary." She traced the curve of a treble note over his firm pectoral. The symbol's inner swirl surrounded his male nipple. She pinched the small, flat bud between her fingers and chuckled when he sucked air between clenched teeth. Oddly, his other pec was bare of musical notes; the five-line staff was empty—an unfinished composition.
"Thanks." Silver ducked his head, trying to capture her mouth, but she evaded, so his lips landed on her cheek in a chaste kiss. His breath blew hot and sultry across her skin.
"Is this a real song or are they decorative?" Hannah flicked her tongue over his nipple. His flavor was a complex symphony in woodland ambrosia. He tasted like magic and moonlight... and music.
"It's the song of my life," he answered in a husky murmur. His heart raced a wild staccato pulsation beneath his breast. She scented excitement and desire on him, not even a hint of fear. More proof that he trusted her more than she did him.
"Why are these staves empty?" She stroked a fingertip over the five parallel lines over his abs. Smooth skin... ripped muscles. She slithered off his lap, knelt on the floor before him, and rested her arms on his thighs. She leaned, hyperaware of the swollen hump in the crotch of his pants, just inches below her chin, and dipped the tip of her tongue into his navel.
He hissed and managed a ragged answer. "I'm still alive. The song isn't complete yet. The bare staff over my heart is reserved for my mate... when I find her."
Hannah hesitated and pulled back a notch. She wondered why his response hit her like high-speed impact with a wall. The thought of his hypothetical mate provoked her to jealousy and anger... and she didn't like that at all.
"That's such a perfect answer. It has to be a line."
Silver sat with his head bowed, his long hair obscuring his face, the only discernable motion his breathing. "I don't need cheesy lines to score."
No, he wouldn't need them, would he? Unexpected envy stabbed at her for the faceless, nameless women who'd come before her. So stupid when all she sought from him was a quickie. There was no reason at all for the stabbing resentment she harbored for every paramour who'd come before her. Jealously was an irrational bitch. Hannah wanted to tease him until he went mad with sexual frustration, obliterating any thought of past lovers from his mind.
Driven by the urgency of her own need, she reached for his fly. She latched onto either side and yanked hard, forcefully separating the row of buttons. The violent action provoked a growl from Silver, a primal warning that emanated deep in his chest. It sent shivers through her already overwrought body. She wasn't such a fool to believe that his willingness to submit to her connoted weakness. It was a sign of strength, a display of his innate security.
Silver wore snug black boxers which were promisingly tented in front. Hannah hooked both his pants and underwear with her fingers. Obligingly, he lifted his hips while she tugged both garments to mid-thigh, freeing his erection which jutted forth from the dark curls at the base.
She sank to her haunches and took a moment to appraise him. Unsurprisingly, she supposed, his uncut penis was every bit as pretty as the rest of him. He had good length and solid girth, although the end was a hammerhead, thicker than the rest of his shaft. She anticipated that going in, he'd cleave a pussy through. She creamed just thinking about it, a gush of heat and wetness between her thighs.
His cock seemed to stretch toward her like an offered hand. "Hello," said Mr. Dick, "I'm eager to make your acquaintance."
A spontaneous giggle escaped Hannah. She sank to her knees and bent her head so the loose strands of her hair teased his skin. She puckered her lips and blew a warm gust of breath over his cockhead. In response, his member twitched. His male scent was rich and earthy, a wild woodland that summoned her home.
"Having a woman laugh at the first sight of your dick is unnerving as all fuck," Silver said in a hoarse voice. Restless, he stirred and lifted one of his legs just enough to brush the underside of her chin in a not-so-subtle hint.
Hannah snickered. Perversely, his uncertainty delighted her because it was so markedly different from the unflappable cool he'd maintained until then. It meant she held power over him. She liked it so much she refused to offer him verbal reassurance. Instead, she gave him her loving attention. He groaned when she took his shaft in hand, pressing the edge of her pinky into his balls. His dick was scalding hot and silky smooth against her palm.
Ever so lightly, she licked the slit that divided the dome of his cock and caught a salty pearl of precum. Hannah employed only her flickering tongue to tease him. She alternated her technique—a swipe across the crown, and then a solid swirl about his edges. Within a minute, she had his entire frame drawn taut. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his skin, and his breathing was rough and rushed, broken with guttural grunts.
On edge, Hannah changed up her game. She plied his length with butterfly kisses and then pressed his cock against his well-defined abdomen to get at the thick vein along the underside. There, her lips discovered a delightful groove near the end. Almost of its own volition, her tongue returned to dip into that ribbed spot over and over again. Curious to see his reaction, she stole a quick glance upward and found him watching her. Their gazes met in an intimate connection that rocked her world. It thrilled her in ways she couldn't quantify that he hadn't closed his eyes.
"I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that," Silver warned, throaty with passion.
"Mmm, too bad. I was enjoying myself." Hannah chose to heed his warning so she snagged one of the condoms off the desk. Not that she objected to him coming in her mouth, but she preferred to have him inside her. Besides, her own need was reaching a critical point. Fever consumed her. The acute aching of her pussy had an imperative—to be filled.
She tore the foil packet open with her teeth and minty freshness flooded her nostrils. The rubbe
r was bright green. Unable to help herself, she snickered and rolled it onto him, running her tongue down the covered length as the sweetness of peppermint burst upon her taste buds. "You have flavored condoms?"
"Yeah, there are other flavors if you don't like mint." He chuckled in return.
"Mint is fine. I like the taste of you better." Without warning and on whimsy, Hannah nipped the inside of his thigh ever so lightly. Silver jerked and groaned, thrusting toward her. The bright click of metal when he resisted the handcuffs was the sexiest sound in the world.
"Get your pretty pussy up here now before I break my word and shift out of these cuffs." His playful growl reverberated and stroked across her skin with the seductiveness of a caress. If she'd been in her fox form, the muscles along her back would've rippled her fur.
Words deserted her. Hannah Kelly, the self-proclaimed Mistress of Sass, found herself tongue-tied, lacking a witty quip... and strangely, she didn't care. Her body was on fire, flames consuming her from the inside out. She needed something... anything. Him.
Frantic, she straddled him, rubbing herself against him. The coarse hair on his thighs was a delicious tease. Her clit throbbed and her inner muscles clenched. The sweet tug of a micro-orgasm shattered her composure. Helpless, she groaned as her pussy soaked and suffered, and Silver echoed her.
Blind with need, Hannah wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. She positioned the thick head she'd marveled over earlier against her pussy. She released him and reached for his shoulders, intending to ease onto him. Her legs, however, turned to rubber and collapsed. Silver surged toward her, putting his strength behind the thrust. In a forceful stroke, he impaled her.
"Silver. Oh fuck. Oh." She wove whimpers between incoherent utterances and clung to his solid biceps for support. She dug in, scoring him with her nails. His girth and length filled her, stretching her, harder than she'd imagined possible. A steel shaft, and she was molten lava around him.
"Easy." Silver rocked toward her, a slight motion that made her aware he wasn't wholly inside her yet. Intuition told her she should've been able to rub her bud against the root of his rod.
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