As they headed out to his SUV, she held onto his hand. “So far, you’re doing all the right things to make that happen.”
“Good. You let me know if I get offtrack. So about running as wolves tonight—”
“Let’s skip it tonight. I don’t know about you, but I’m happily tired tonight and I want to return to your house and get ready for bed.”
Even though she’d made arrangements today to have video security installed at her home and the window had been replaced, she was staying with Adam tonight. She realized after her home had been broken into, she didn’t feel comfortable about staying there on her own. Well, and also because they hadn’t apprehended Dover’s girlfriend and the other accomplice yet.
“That works for me.”
When they arrived home, he had her wait out in the Hummer—just in case someone had broken into his home this time. They really needed to catch these people and put them all in jail. She saw a bunch of lights go on inside after that.
Then Adam came out to the vehicle and she hurried to get out. “No problem?”
“No problem.” He walked her into the house and locked the door.
“Did you offer me your bed to sleep in tonight?” Sierra asked.
He raised a brow. “With me in it?”
She chuckled. “What? You think I would make you give me your bed and kick you out of it?”
He smiled. “The bed is all yours, with or without me in it, but even better with me in it.”
“Okay, I’ll take you up on it.”
He appeared thrilled!
She smiled, glad for it. “I’m going to take a shower and brush my teeth and join you in a few minutes.”
She went to the guest room where her clothes were, grabbed her pajamas, and went into the guest bathroom to take her shower. It didn’t take her long to shower, dry off, slip into her shorty pajamas, blow-dry her hair, brush her teeth, and head into Adam’s bedroom.
He had already showered and was in bed, under the covers, just like last night, but waiting for her this time.
She sighed, glad she was finally going this far with Adam and not waiting any longer. Even though she hadn’t been dating him all these months, she’d worked with him, played with him and the rest of the wolves at various wolf socials, and she knew what she was doing.
As soon as she climbed under the light covers with him, she moved in close so she could snuggle with him. As wolves, it was different for them than dating humans they knew they wouldn’t end up mating.
They couldn’t consummate the relationship unless they were going to be mated wolves for life. So this was just working up to what might happen in the future. Near future even, if they decided they were ready for a mating. She was ready—as in wanting to settle down, have a mate and some kids. She’d really wanted that for a long time, but with Richard, it wasn’t going to happen. She felt completely different about Adam.
She moved closer to kiss him, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the mouth. He appeared to want to get this “game” underway. She was glad that he wasn’t holding back.
He was wearing pajama shorts, and she was just working up to this. But once they began kissing, she knew this was what she wanted. Unconsummated, of course. She was open to much more as things progressed.
He slid his hands over her buttocks, the cotton jersey pants sliding over her bottom. Hmm, she was ready to take them off and toss them aside. But she was enjoying slow and easy too. She slid her hand over his backside and felt his firm buttocks through the plaid cotton shorts he was wearing.
They continued to kiss, his masculine lips on her mouth, firm, warm, moving with sensual caresses. And she was kissing him back with the same measured kisses, luxuriating in the feel of him, the intimacy shared between them.
Then he slid his hand over her pajama T-shirt, and she felt her nipple erect and sensitive to the palm of his hand massaging one of her breasts. Oh, man, his touching her made her feel exquisite.
She nuzzled his neck and throat and kissed his mouth again, her hand caressing his chest, his nipple, feeling the hardened nub against the softness of her palm.
He kissed her again and she reached down to touch his arousal and felt it jump. She slid her hand under his waistband and wrapped her fingers around his full-blown erection and stroked. He slid his hands up her shirt and caressed her breasts. His warm skin against hers felt so good. He began to pull up her shirt and kissed her breasts, then slipped her shirt the rest of the way over her head and tossed it to the floor.
Then she was sliding his shorts down his hips and he kicked them aside. Before he removed her shorts, he cupped her buttocks and pulled her close and kissed her lips again, her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and she felt heavenly. What a lovely way to end the lovely evening she’d spent with him.
He slid his hands beneath the waistband of her shorts and held onto her bare buttocks in a possessive, endearing way, then he removed her shorts and they were both perfectly naked.
He just held her close for a moment, their mouths kissing again, enjoying the nakedness of their bodies pressed together. Then he skimmed his hand down her body to begin stroking her feminine nub and she was caught up in the moment, the way his fingers caressed her, the way he kissed her forehead, her mouth, her chin, her throat. She soaked in the heady feeling as he continued to stroke her. She caressed his arms, the muscles taut as he smiled down at her, his eyes lust-filled, the musky scent of their sex adding to the intimacy. Pheromones were busy at work, telling them to take this all the way, to boldly go where they’d never gone before.
And she was so glad they were doing this now. He gently bit her lip, and she nuzzled his mouth with hers and then tongued him and he tongued her back, the whole time continuing to caress her nubbin. She felt the end coming, but she was certain it would only be the beginning between them.
“Oh, damn, yeah,” she cried out as the feeling of ecstasy washed over her, ripples of climax still pulsing through her, making her feel as though the earth had moved for her.
Then she pushed him onto his back and kissed and licked his nipples. She settled onto his thighs and began to stroke his arousal. He caressed her thighs with his hands, drawn under her spell, his face showing the need to finish this, concentration, tension, pleasure. She kept up her strokes, increasing the firmness and speed until he was striving for the end like she had been. And then he exploded, and she smiled. She continued to stroke him until he was blissfully spent. She planned to get off him and let him clean himself up, but he pulled her against him and got her all wet and sticky.
“Now why did you do that?” she asked, smiling at him.
“You know why.”
She chuckled. “You are afraid to be alone in the shower tonight.”