her breasts. She face heated and she dropped her arms to her sides.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Beautiful. Hellfire attitude. Smart with a Ph.D. Takes risks. What else have you got up your skirt?”
Trina’s mouth dropped open, shocked at his candor. “Are you always this abrasive?”
“My attitude changes depending on the situation.” His voice was laced with wicked suggestion. “I can be as abrasive or as suave as you need me to be.”
She took in Dane Magnus’s disheveled appearance once again. He was testosterone, muscle, animalistic energy, and sexual magnetism all rolled up into one. He stood in the doorway with a cool, calm, and collected demeanor that rolled off him in waves. He was dressed down in a button-down collared shirt, fitted jeans, and worn work boots. The muscles corded on his forearm as he kept them folded over his chest. Her gaze roamed over his stature, landing on the fly of his jeans. The bulge pushing from behind the front of his jeans was either the evidence of an extremely erect shaft or some overly large equipment.
She swallowed hard, feeling the lump of embarrassment rising in her throat. Heat warmed her core and between her legs. She tore her gaze away from his package.
“Likes to explore…” he teased, meeting her gaze. “You and I will get along just fine with the right kind of taming.”
Shit! Wolf shifters had a good sense of smell and could detect most emotions through it and this one advantage for him could prove to be a disadvantage for her.
“Whose taming are you referring to?” she asked.
“Yours.” He lifted her hand and pressed her palm against his cheek right where she had slapped him. “We have unfinished business, kitten. I’d like to settle that before we get distracted with something new.”
Trina’s blood ran hot with desire the instant she locked gazes with him. Her pussy pulsed and her panties were damp with the evidence of her need. To make matters much better, Dane pressed his steely length against her. He was rock hard and thick against her belly.
Fuck, she wanted…
She needed sex with a real man. It had seemed like ages since a cock had filled her up. What she liked about Dane Magnus was that the arrangement was to be no-strings-attached from the beginning. She didn’t have to worry about some man telling her how to live her entire life.
But Dane Magnus was no human. He was shifter. Different from any man. All she knew was that he wanted a six-week marriage on paper in exchange for the cash she desperately needed.
But at this moment, she wanted to quell this blatant hunger. Risks be damned.
“I’m wet right now, Dane.”
The growl that escaped his throat next was that of an animal. Her nipples perked in sexual delight. He crushed his lips to hers without hesitation. His mouth was soft and his tongue hot and roving against hers. They kissed hot and heavy like two lovers who’d been away for a long time.
“You’re sweeter than I thought.” He panted against her mouth. “I tend to stay far away from nice girls. I’m a very bad influence on them. I don’t know how gentle I can be.”
“Then don’t be.” She kissed him back, tasting pure, raw male.
Dane slammed the door shut, hoisted her up in his big arms, and sailed across the room with her. He set her down on the floor and the back of her thighs hit a chaise lounge. He took her mouth again full force, but his tongue was gentle as it roamed across the seam of her lips to gain entry. She opened to him without a beat.
“Don’t you have a bedroom or three up there that we can do this in?” she panted.
“They are for sleeping.” He kissed her cheek and jawline. “Having second thoughts? Say the word and I’ll stop now.”
“No.” She grabbed him tightly on the forearms and lifted her chin higher to allow him to further explore. “We might as well get this out of our systems.”
“Out of our systems?” His tongue roved hot across her neck. “Once I’m in your system,