He had to take the phone away from his ear for a moment as he struggled with Tourmaline and those wandering, sanity-destroying hands of hers again. When she finally slumped back into her seat, her fingers busy undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt, he lifted the phone back to his ear. “What exactly are you saying?” he asked, sounding breathless and pissed and completely freaked out. “Spell it out for me, Jillian. I can’t have any gray areas here.”
“Okay. If she needs to orgasm,
The motel room was decorated in pale shades of cream and blue—but the soothing color scheme wasn’t helping him relax. Razl was still as restless and on edge as he’d been when he’d found the motel on the outskirts of town.Still thrown completely off balance.And now he was stuck in this tiny space with a woman he wanted so badly he
“Take off my clothes, Razl.” They were soft, almost silent words, but he flinched as if she’d shouted them.“I can’t.” His voice was hoarse…tight, the phrase No way in hell looping through his head again and again.
Moving toward the sink, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the counter as he turned on the tap, then splashed his face with cold water. Lifting his head, Razl stared in the mirror, no longer recognizing the face staring back at him. It was hard, etched with need, his eyes glowing with the primitive hunger of the wolf, an unusual rim of amber around the brighter silver that he’d never seen before. He didn’t know what it meant—but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. Craving, dark and inhuman, battered against his conscience like a hammer, fighting to break him down…shatter his control.
But she wanted more. “I need you inside me,” she moaned, her short nails digging into his sweat-slicked shoulders as she tried to pull him up her body. “Need you to make love to me. Now.”“Goddamn it, Tourmaline.” His voice was little more than a guttural snarl as he shoved his fingers deep and held them there, letting her clench around him. “Don’t do this to me,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut as he lowered his head. “I’m trying to help you, baby, but I’m not… Damn it,
Opening her eyes to the bright morning sunlight, Tourmaline said the first words that came to mind. “Oh. My. God.”“It’s okay,” Razl rasped from the other side of the bed.“Don’t be scared.”
“I haven’t done that since I was…” He looked forward and scrubbed both hands over his face, his harsh sigh loud enough for her to hear. “Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like that.”A soft burst of laughter slipped past her lips, catching her by surprise, and Tourmaline quickly covered her mouth, mortified. “I’m so sorry.”
Trying to hide her fear, she said, “I don’t need any medical attention. I’m fine. And you’ve already done enough to help me, Razl. More than any other man would have, that’s for sure, and I truly appreciate it. But this isn’t your problem.”The brackets around his mouth deepened, his gray eyes glittering with streaks of silver that must have been a play of the light. “Those men from the club last night—they’re not going to let you just walk away from this. They more than likely searched your wallet, which
“What was wrong with it?” Tucking one leg under her body, she turned in her seat to face him. “It was… adorable.”“Adorable, huh?” Razl slid her a laughing look from the corner of his eye. “That’s not exactly the image I think you’d go for. Did you have to buy it after losing a bet or something?”