Wolf's Desire by Ambrielle Kirk Page B

slumped against the wall, holding tightly to his forearms. She became more relaxed as he alternated between lips and forehead.
    “Where else, Keira?”
    “My temples.” She turned her head, allowing him access to the sensitive area next to her ears. She bit into her bottom lip when his tongue left a cool trail across her pulsing temples.
    He took an earlobe between his teeth, nipping and then sucking lightly. A growl emanated from his lips. It seemed to enter her body and shoot down into her spine.
    “ Feel better?”
    “Yes.” She panted against his lips. Her migraine was gone, b ut something else lingered in its place.
    He pushed down one of the straps of her dress, and it fell against the crook in her elbow. Dipping his head low, he kissed her collarbones and the tops of her breasts. “It hurts somewhere else, doesn’t it?”
    Her nipples pebbled and ached. Her center throbbed and grew warm. She nodded because she was too embarrassed to tell him where she needed him the most.
    He lifted her at the hips, spread her thighs, and pushed her up against the wall.
    His hard length pressed up against her. She cried out, his name on the tip of her tongue. Only the fabric of his jeans and her panties separated them.
    His gaze locked with hers at the same time his fingers teased the lace edge of her panties. Her clit throbbed in anticipation . His digits dipped into her wet heat, causing her pussy to clench around it.
    He groaned into her neck and moved in and out of her slowly at first, then increased the tempo. Her orgasm hung over the edge. She was so close, it shocked her. Her head lolled against the wall and she could do nothing to mask the moans escaping her lips.
    Before long his fingers were slick with her arousal and h e used them to expertly stroke her clit with precision. She came fast and hard, the force of it rushing through her like a tornado. He supported her until she’d completely come down from her high. Only then, did he let her feet land on the floor again.
    “Housekeeping!” The sound of the maid at the door caused her to jump.
    “Easy,” Aiden whispered, massaging her temple with his thumb. “ Unless you would like a repeat…” He grinned slyly and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting in the blue jeep when you’re ready to come out.” He left her at vanity, grabbed a bottle of orange juice and one of the breakfast biscuits from the nightstand, and exited the hotel room.
    Her legs were still weak from the effe cts of much needed release. Her clit still throbbed in eager excitement, but her migraine was gone.
    She looked to the wastebasket under the sink where he’d thrown her pills, then at the open hotel door. Without further hesitation, she repacked her duffle bag and followed the man who called her his mate out the door.

Chapter Nine
     
    Keira looked out of the passenger side window through the rows of trees along the gravel-paved roads. The moment they turned off the turnpike and she saw the sign with the town name he’d mentioned—Spring Forks—she knew they’d arrived. Sandy Forks and Spring Forks weren’t much different, but the homes out here were smaller, much older, and further apart. And even more secluded. Each home was hidden between acres and acres of dense woods. She recalled Aiden saying something about seeking privacy and solitude when he wasn’t on an assignment. This seemed like the perfect place to do so.
    The drive from the city to the countryside had only taken an hour and a half. She’d alternated between reading and asking Aiden questions about his career, the people he guarded, and how many lives he’d had to end to save a client. The answers she received shocked her, but he’d warned her earlier already. He recounted his assignments, sometimes without remorse, and she wondered if he was actually as cold as the façade he created.
    Since he began the career, his clientele had normally been low profile and high risk—like her. He’d lost count of the nu