Jill Shalvis - Animal Attraction

Her heart swelled. A single moment of terror had led to her running from everyone and everything she’d ever known, but she could no longer regret or resent it.

Not when it’d all led to this, to the best moment of her life.

She pressed her hand to his chest. “I love you, too, Dell. With all my heart. And I want my job back.”

The corners of his mouth tilted up in a slow, intimate smile. “I was hoping you would.”

“You should know, I gave up my lease on that loft in Sunshine. I’ll have to find something else.”

“I know a place.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s not too far from work.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s a house. Airy rooms, wide-open space. There’s ice cream in the freezer at all times. Pizza on speed-dial. Cats are welcome. And there’s a gym. Comes with a personal trainer. Interested?”

Her heart caught. He’d been serial dating for years and had never even brought a woman home with him. Not once.

Until her. “More than you can imagine.”

“Good.” He kissed her, not gently this time. “There’s only one thing left, then.”

“What’s that?”

“The terms.”

She turned, and he unzipped her dress so that the bodice fell from her breasts to the crook of her arms. Stepping close, he pressed himself against her. She could feel him hard against the cleft of her buttocks as he dipped his head and nipped at the nape of her neck. “T-terms?” she managed.

“Are you a bed hog?”

“I-” One of his hands slid up to cup her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple until she moaned and ground into him. “You already know that I am.”

“That’ll have to go on the spreadsheet.” He ran his lips down her throat to her shoulder. Her knees buckled, but he had her.

“S-spreadsheet?” She sounded like Peanut.

“Yes. We’ll need a spreadsheet to keep track of things. We don’t want any hard or hurt feelings. I’m a hot-water hog. That’ll go in my column. I’ll have to make retribution for that…” He pushed her dress over her hips so that it dropped to the floor, leaving her in her lace bra and matching thong, which pulled a rough groan from deep in his throat as he stroked the curve of her breast.

A rush seared through her so strong it was almost painful. She held her breath and waited, for it to relent, for it to lessen into a normal level of desire, but there was nothing normal here, nothing in her realm of understanding.

She’d never felt like this with anyone else before. “Will we share the cooking?”

“Or dialing for takeout.”

She started to laugh but choked on it when he pressed a hand low on her spine, urging her to bend over the desk slightly. “I dreamed about you last night,” he said, voice rough.

“You did?” She flattened her hands on the wood as he slid a hand up her thigh and let his fingers brush the front of her lace thong. “You dreamed about doing this, here, with me?”

“Yes.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “I dreamed of you, like this.” He thrust two fingers into her in one long, smooth movement. She gasped. With no effort, and without relenting the rhythm of his fingers, he rearranged her to suit him, spreading her legs a little, bending her over more so that he could continue to drive her mad.

Or make her beg.

“What else?” she whispered. “What else was in your dream?”

He produced a condom and protected them both. “Taking you like this.”

Wriggling back against him, she reached back and grasped his thigh. He ran a finger down her ass and she wriggled some more. “Please,” she murmured.

“Yes. But this first.” He whipped her around and set her on the desk. “I want to see you. Watch you as you come, my name on your lips.” Her thong vanished, and a second later he was poised at her entrance.

Teasing.

“Dell.” He was there, right there and every part of her body was trembling, on fire, so ready that each breath brought a new wave of desire and need for him. She lifted her hips, hoping to tempt him as she tried to angle herself but he held her still.

She moaned and arched against him, her breasts pressing into his chest. He slid into her in one thrust, filling her, somehow touching every part of her, giving her the connection she’d been craving, needing. She let her head fall back on her shoulders and closed her eyes. “What else? What else did you dream?”

“Open your eyes,” he said, voice rough as he thrust again, deeper.

Farther.

Filling her more than she’d thought possible.

She struggled to open her eyes, and found his hot and intense on her. “This, Jade. I dreamed of this. The way you’re looking at me, how you feel beneath me, all of it. Every night. Every minute.” His hand slid between them, unerringly finding her so that she arched into him, meeting his thrusts, clinging to him as the sensations swept over her body, building, heating, until she exploded. Somehow she managed to keep her eyes open, letting him watch as everything within her tightened and burst.

That was all it took. His control snapped, and he thrust into her hard, fast, and then stilled, groaning her name as he came.

It took her a while to come down, and even then the tremors still spiraled through her, giving her little aftershocks. “Jesus,” Dell breathed, shaking his head like he was dazed.

“How is that even possible?” she asked. “How come that’s still so… amazing, every single time?”

He was still inside her, and getting hard again. “Animal attraction.”

“So you’re saying…”

“It’s not going away.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” But she wasn’t afraid. Not of this, not of him. She was exhilarated.

Bending low, he breathed the words against her mouth. “I’ll never get enough of you, Jade. Never. Now kiss me. Kiss me and seal our deal.”

And that’s just what she did.