Kamikaze (Last Call #1) Read Free

painful,
twisting need. She shifted a little and relaxed against the bed,
letting herself enjoy the press of a strong body against her
back. Maybe
this wasn’t a terrible idea after all…
    Finally, he straightened and pulled free of
her body with a sigh. “Christ, that was crazy.” He sat on the edge
of the bed and started unlacing his boots. “You don’t do this a
lot, do you?”
    “ Do what? Sex? Or sex with
strangers?” She watched the muscles of his shoulders flex under his
shirt as he bent down to tug off one boot.
    “ Come to Last Call,” he
clarified. His other boot hit the floor, and he pulled his shirt
over his head in one smooth motion. A complicated design of black
ink snaked across the back of one shoulder, and she watched it as
he pulled off his socks.
    Belatedly she realized that her shoes were
still on. She pushed one off and let it fall to the floor as she
answered his question. “No. Never been here before.”
    “ I hardly ever get up
here.” He stood and pushed his pants down his legs.
    Her gaze skated away from the tattoo and
down his back. Strong, but not overly muscular, which was far more
to her taste than some of the chiseled gym bodies downstairs. She
pried off her other shoe and tried to wiggle out of the jeans and
panties tangled around her legs. “You like to hang out
downstairs?”
    He turned and looked down at her, then
tugged at the denim, freeing her legs. “The owner is a client.”
    “ Oh.” She stretched her arms over
head, ignoring the unhooked bra that still clung to her breasts,
trapped by her T-shirt. She felt too good, too sated , to worry about anything except for
the man who had given her relief. “What do you do?”
    Connor leaned over her and guided her shirt
up, his hands brushing her breasts. “I designed the security system
here. The non-magical one.”
    An entirely different sort of interest
sparked through her, this one entirely prompted by the woman
instead of the wolf. “That’s really fucking hot.”
    He laughed and yanked her shirt
off. “Yeah? You really are a geek, then.” Her T-shirt hit the floor, followed by her
bra. He inclined his head and grinned mischievously. “Want to
cuddle, baby?”
    “ Can we grope each other
while we do it?” The fire might be banked, but she craved the
feeling of his hands on her body so much it hurt.
    “ I was trying to use a
delicate euphemism,” he informed her as he stretched out beside
her. “I mean to fuck you again. Slower this time,
though.”
    “ Not feeling very delicate
at the moment.” She lifted a hand and smoothed it across his chest
with a soft noise of satisfaction. “Not sure I know what slow
means, either. I made it all worse by ignoring it and then trying
to take care of it myself, didn’t I?”
    “ Yeah.” He bent his head
and circled his tongue around her nipple. “You pissed her
off.”
    Zoe shivered and pushed up against his
mouth, trying to get his tongue directly on the achingly sensitive
nipple. “Someone needs to write a user manual for this shit. I
mean, I probably wouldn’t read it… but at least it’d be there so I
could look stuff up in the index.”
    “ There you go.” He bit her
nipple. “Nobody ever reads instructions. That’s why werewolves
don’t have any.”
    She hissed in a breath and then lunged,
knocking into him and shoving him over onto his back. “So tell me
what to do.”
    He just grinned, his dark eyes glittering.
“What do you want to do?”
    “ Hell if I know.” She slid a leg
over his waist and pushed herself upright, her hands braced against
his chest as she straddled his stomach. “I haven’t even been a
werewolf two years yet. What am I supposed to want to do?”
    Connor reached up and covered one of her
breasts with his hand, squeezing her nipple. “It’s all about
instinct, Zoe. There’s no ‘supposed to’ about it.”
    Her instincts told her to snap at him until
he broke, until he tossed her down on the bed and took her again.
She had