NOT QUITE WICKED
When Department of Natural Resources officer, Gwendolyn Locke, hits a black bear on the way home from work one night, her entire view of reality changes. She discovers that shape-shifters exist, and she’s just become Goldilocks to three gorgeous, very aroused men who also happen to be werebears. Being snowbound has never been so hot.
“In the truck today, it was all I could do to keep my hands on the steering wheel. I could smell your arousal. I could smell your need. And more than anything, I wanted to lay you back against the seat and taste it.”
Gwendolyn couldn’t move away from Noah anymore than she could stop breathing. Eyes flashing with annoyance-laden desire held hers, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. She also wished he’d just kiss her already.
“Heightened sense of smell?” she ventured with a squeak.
He nodded slowly, his big hand stroking the line of her throat.
She swallowed hard and stared at his chest. “Good to know.”
Noah tugged on the braid he still held and tilted her head back until she met his heated gaze. Her pussy clenched at the look on his face, at his nearness, at the heat emanating from his body. His nostrils flared slightly, and she knew he smelled her renewed arousal. His free hand slipped around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
There was no mistaking his erection. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her. They were separated only by lace panties and a couple layers of flannel. He wanted her. Or maybe he just wanted sex with someone who used the same shampoo she did. Either way, she wasn’t sure she cared. His nearness drove away every thought but one. More.
She breathed deeply, trying to steady her nerves. Instead, all she took in was his intoxicating scent. Faint traces of wood smoke and pine mixed with the unique smell of his skin, sharpening her need for him.
Without warning, his lips covered hers. There was no gentle coaxing, only the heat of possession, the need to absorb. Her lips parted beneath his, inviting him in. On a ragged groan that sent flutters through her belly, he delved inside, stroking her tongue, tasting her thoroughly. Pulling back slightly, he nipped at her lower lip.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time you walked into my office.”
“Do it again,” she breathed. She threaded her fingers through the silky length of his hair and tugged him forward, drawing his mouth to hers.
He kissed her. Slower this time, but no less intensely. He took her mouth like he wanted to devour her. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, and he stroked her back. Big and callused, his hand caressed her skin. She arched against him, wishing he were touching her nipples. They ached, the lace of her bra feeling coarse against her swollen flesh. The tight peaks had nothing to do with the cold. He’d finally chased that away. No, this was all him. His mouth, his taste, his scent, his touch all combined to make her shudder with want.
He backed her against the wall, pinning her there with his body as he continued the assault on her lips. Sliding a thickly muscled thigh between her legs, he pressed against her mound, catching her needy whimper in his mouth. With a butterfly-light touch, he trailed his work-roughened fingertips along her side and over her stomach, circling her bellybutton with the pad of his thumb. A tremor fluttered through her at the barely there caress. Finally, he made the upward climb to her breast and cupped it, covering her, the heat of his palm soaking into her skin.
“Oh…hey…never mind. I can see you’re busy.”
Noah broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his hand still wrapped firmly around her breast. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lucas’ gaze riveted to the spot and inexplicably, a fresh rush of desire coursed through her and her nipple tightened further against Noah’s palm. Her eyes closed in mortification.