An American Werewolf in Hoboken by Dakota Cassidy Page A

ask what Max meant. She knew. And at this very moment, nothing else mattered but him inside her.
    Nothing.
    Gripping his T-shirt, she pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. Placing her hands on his chest, she kneaded the muscled surface before pulling his mouth back to hers for another deep kiss.
    Max groaned into her mouth when their flesh met for the first time, tearing at her jeans and yanking them off in one swift motion. When his fingers slipped inside the leg of her panties and he stroked her clit, JC saw stars—white-hot flashes of light tinged with brilliant colors.
    The brush of his naked thighs between hers, the slide of his hands as he lifted her hips, made her breathing choppy. Her impatience grew as Max ripped open the foil package and slipped the condom over his hard length. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and dragged them down her thighs then parted her, caressing her clit, moving in the wet recesses, leaving her thrashing against his fingers.
    Max must have sensed how close she was to release, because it was just at that moment his fingers left her anxious flesh and his hands reached under her to cup her ass.
    JC gripped his wrists when he kneaded the flesh while slipping his hard shaft into her cleft. She clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.
    Max lie there for a moment, one agonizingly long moment, letting her adjust, letting the feel of their bodies pressed together become familiar.
    It was exquisite—sweet yet stinging with desperation. Her hands roamed over his wide back, reveled in the endless planes of muscle and skin. She buried her nose in his neck and inhaled his scent.
    But the wish for Max to drive into her became too much—too intense. So she wrapped her legs around him, silently pleading with him to enter her. She gyrated her hips, begging to be impaled, thinking of nothing but his stiff length driving her out of her mind.
    “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, husky and low against her ear.
    “ Yes .”
    Max plunged into her hard, making her back arch in response—and then everything became nothing but the sound of their bodies joining and the world tipping upside down.
    He filled her with searing heat, stretching her until she thought she might explode from so much bliss. Each thrust was slow to begin, picking up speed as he ground against her.
    Her muscles clenched his length and her legs tightened around his waist in reply to this wild abandon, this bone-deep craving to find release.
    Max pulled her roughly toward him with each thrust as their hips crashed together, his jaw clenched tightly and his throat arched, tensing.
    There was nothing gentle about this—nothing soft or subtle. The edges were raw and rough, an ecstasy she didn’t know existed until this very moment.
    With that thought, her nipples turned to tight beads as her climax tore at her, screaming for release.
    Max hissed sharply when he slid nimble fingers between her legs, spreading her flesh. He mumbled something incoherent as he found her clit, swollen and throbbing, caressing it until JC couldn’t prolong her orgasm.
    From somewhere deep within her, a howl raced to the surface, erupting and shattering the silence, tearing from her throat, devastating the thin hold she had on control.
    Her legs clamped his waist as she pushed upward, meeting the slick slide of his cock one last time before Max yelled into the room along with her, long and loud.
    They lay like that while their chests smashed against one another and the sounds on the street below his apartment permeated the web of lovemaking they’d created.
    Everything began to come into focus in slow increments of color and dim light. And then the battle within her started to wage its war.
    She’d just had incredible, heart-stopping sex with a man she’d known for about as much time as she’d known one of the checkers at the grocery store.
    Max Adams was her first one-night stand.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Viv would call her fifty