Stop it.
Speculation would get her nowhere. When all three men grabbed the remains of the dinner to clean up, she went to her room, all of ten feet away. The day’s grime was still on her, so she needed to shower.
Tawny dumped her belongings onto the bed and separated them into clothing items and toiletries. Then she folded what she could and checked to see if the chest of drawers was full or empty. To her delight, it was empty. A few minutes later, her clothes were either in the drawer or hung up, allowing her to feel right at home.
Next, she undressed and put her dirty clothes in the garbage bag. Tomorrow, she’d see if the men had a washing machine since she had no idea how long it would take to find these human hunters.
Bath or shower?Decisions, decisions.Since she wanted to crawl into bed sooner rather than later, she took a shower. To her surprise, the men had stocked it with soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Chances were, one of the men went shopping after she agreed to stay with them. Now, that was considerate.
After a wonderful shower, she towel dried and threw on a nightgown. When she looked in the mirror, she frowned. Not that she wanted to make love with the men—yet—but she never would attract either of them wearing this flowered, matronly attire. So instead, ditched the nightgown and only wore her panties to bed.
She never slept half-nude before, but she was enjoying how the flannel sheets soothed her skin. After setting her alarm for six-thirty, she turned off the lights and closed her eyes.
Tawny sensed rather than felt someone enter the room. It was a werewolf, and she could guess which one it was. With the sheet held close to her chest, she turned on the night stand light. While she had excellent vision at night, it hadn’t been good enough to tell who was there.
“I hope you don’t mind if I come in,” he said.
“Not at all.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Alex was wearingblack briefs that looked sexy as hell. Okay, it might have been the way his cock was tenting them that was the appealing part.
When exactly Tawny had decided that she wanted to make love with him, she wasn’t sure. It was probably the kiss that sealed the deal. Because of the way her body reacted to him, Alex just might be her mate, so why not try him out for size? It wasn’t as if she was a prude or anything.
His gaze never left hers. Before he reached the bed, he hooked his thumbs in his briefs and ditched them in seconds. As much as she wanted to look away from his huge cock, she couldn’t, and while she mostly made love with werewolves, none were this well-endowed.
“Oh, my.”
He grabbed his cock and waved it. “You like?”
She squinted. “I can’t see it very well. Can you come closer.”
“I can do that. In fact, I plan to get real close.”
Tawny smiled. “Don’t I have a say in how close you come?”
“Of course. What can I do to convince you to let me be extraordinarily near you? And maybe even in you.”
She liked his sentiment. “Hmm… It would depend on whether I like the way you touch me, kiss me, and hold me.”
Where had that come from?Her inner female werewolf—if there was such a thing—wasn’t usually this aggressive. For some reason, she believed Alex was playful in bed. Liam? She bet not so much.
Whoa. She shouldn’t compare them. Alex was right in front of her, and Tawny needed to give him her undivided attention. At least right now.
Without saying a word, Alex straddled her and eased the sheet down, exposing her breasts. His eyes shone gold, and the stubble on his cheeks suddenly sprouted.
“You are more incredible than in my dreams.” Alex reached out and cupped one breast. That’s all. He just held one in his hand, closed his eyes, and inhaled.
Wait a minute. He dreamt about her? If she were being honest, Tawny had dreamed about both men too—just one at a time.
When he let go, he opened his eyes—eyes whose color alternated between gold and a rich brown. Only slight stubble remained on his face.
Something propelled Tawny to cup the back of his head and draw him close. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
A victorious grin flashed across his face right before he rolled onto his side and dragged her body against his. She expected a fast, controlling kiss, but instead, he nipped her bottom lip, moaned, and then ran his tongue along her upper lip. Alex, for some reason, must have decided to tease her into a begging mess.
Tawny wasn’t sure what to do about the deliciously sensual assault. She’d not had every part of her body turned on all at once before. Instead of teasing open his lips, she wanted Alex to take control.