Jess turned her face away as if she couldn’t handle his words while her body writhed on his bed.

He kept up the pressure with his hand, while leaving a trail of hickeys down her spine. She abruptly lost her breath and then tensed, her entire body pushing back. She came hard, her head thrown back and her hips pushing against his hand.

By the time she crash-landed on the bed, her entire body still shaking from release, Smitty had a condom on and raised to his knees behind her. Grabbing her hips, he lifted them up and slammed his cock inside her.

Startled and more than ready, Jessie raised herself up on her hands and let out a throaty laugh that drove him completely insane. Back to being out of control, Smitty pounded into her relentlessly, barely aware she pushed back on each brutal thrust. Hell, barely aware of his own damn name. So out of it, he didn’t realize he had his fangs out and almost buried in the flesh of her shoulder—marking her as his until the end of time—until Jessie let out a desperate sob, her entire body unraveling under him.

That’s when he pulled back, somehow getting control of the wolf inside him. Barely.

Desperate and, to be quite blunt, a little terrified, Smitty pushed Jessie forward, reaching around her and taking firm hold of her breasts with his hands. Then he fucked her hard and long and almost angry, until Jessie screamed into the pillow she’d buried her head in. Screamed and shook and came like crazy. That’s when he finally let go, coming so hard it hurt.

Smitty dropped on top of her, trapping her under him. It wasn’t until her arms sort of reached out and flailed wildly that he realized he might be suffocating her.

With a groan, he rolled off her, and Jessie’s head popped up as she gasped for air.

Now, thoroughly exhausted and still, to continue being blunt, terrified, Smitty grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down next to him.

“Okay,” she finally stated after they got their breath back. “So I really enjoyed that kiss. Just get over yourself.”

Smitty chuckled and buried his face into the back of her neck. “That’s real big of ya, Jessie Ann.”

“I do try and bring joy wherever I go, however I can.”

Yup—and that’s what terrified him. For the first time in his life, he’d actually found joy in a woman’s arms. Can’t say as he liked it much, and he had no intention of losing control like that again.

Of course, he also thought as he drifted to sleep with Jessie in his arms, that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun while it lasted. Nice, controlled, hot sex fun.

Yeah, that would work.

Jess opened her eyes, quickly realizing it was late evening. She must have slept hours.

Time to go.

Seriously. She had a crapload of work waiting for her, and although this had been a blast, she needed to get back to the office. Yet, she had every intention of doing this again. Hell,she’d do this again and again until a nice wild dog came along who could sweep her off her feet. But until then, sex with Bobby Ray Smith definitely had a place in her busy universe.

When she could fit him into her schedule, of course.

On his stomach, face buried in his pillow and snoring, Smitty seemed perfectly out of it. Jess eased toward the edge of the bed. Smitty’s arm rested around her waist, but it would take nothing to slip out from under it and out of his apartment.

She kept thinking that, too, as she tried to get that arm off her. Jess finally dragged herself across the bed, Smitty still attached to her even as they both tumbled onto the floor.

“Where are you going?” he finally asked, his grip tightening around her waist, if that were possible.

“Home,” she lied. She had a feeling he’d be upset if she went back to the office. Although she had no idea why she should care if he was.

“Stay.” He yawned and rested his head on her back. “Stay the night.”

A strange panic swept through her. Stay? The night? No. Bad idea. She needed to maintain as much distance as possible when they weren’t having sex. Thousands of miles would be good.

“Can’t. Gotta go.” She again tried to drag herself away from him using her arms, but he held on, eventually yanking her back right by his side. Jess fell flat to the floor seconds before Smitty flipped her over.

She looked into that beautiful face with his brown hair a sexy mess falling into his eyes and that slow, wicked smile, and all she wanted to do was run.

He stared at her for a long moment, those dangerous wolf eyes trapping her.

“I bet I can make you stay,” he finally murmured.

Yeah, he probably could.

“Smitty, no. Bad dog!”

Now he laughed, pulling her body toward him, pinning her legs down with his torso. She slapped her hands against his shoulders and pushed, but Smitty only stared at her breasts and sighed before leaning down to gently grip one of her nipples between his lips.

Desperate now, Jess pushed harder against his shoulders. She was running out of fight here. Fast. But her body arched into him as his mouth sucked on one nipple and his fingers teased the other.

She could feel herself losing the fight. Losing to her weakness.

Then he moved lower, and Jess again tried to struggle out of his grasp. Her last and only hope. But Smitty only gripped her thighs tight, keeping her in place. He gave her that lazy, wicked smile again before he slowly kissed his way to her pussy.

No! Not this! Anything but this. She’d been hearing about the man’s skills in this area since before she could fully understand what the hell the girls were talking about. There were some men in the world who loved nothing more than to give a girl head. They’d feast on a pussy for days if you let them.