In Heat (In Heat Shapeshifter Romance Series #1) (3 page)

From where he was sitting, she looked as though she was going to take a lot of convincing.

But he could do it.

He'd make her realise that the dreams they'd shared were just the beginning.

The best was yet to come.

K
im dumped her bag down just inside the door and turned to shut it. She put the safety chain on and flicked the latches. Heaving a sigh, she plodded into the lounge of her apartment. Dinner had been dreadful. She tried to erase the sound of her parents bickering about anything and everything from her mind, and found it wasn't that difficult this time.

It was probably because she hadn't really paid attention to them at all throughout the evening.

All night she'd been thinking about Erik.

There was no doubt in her mind now that he was the man she'd been fantasising about for the past God knows how long, but she still couldn't bring herself to believe that he was real, or comprehend how he got into her dreams.

How could he perfectly match her dream guy? The voice, the hair, his build and the way he made her tremble inside with passion. How?

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. It was too insane to think about. She'd never been one to believe in premonitions and crazy things like that. There had to be a simple, sane explanation for it. Maybe she'd seen him once and the image of him had become lodged in her mind? It was reasonable. If she had seen him before, she would never have forgotten him. He was one of those beautiful men who stayed with you and it was easy to recall how they looked, even after years of not seeing them.

She shook her head and decided not to dwell on it too much. Instead, she tried to focus on work as she opened the window in her bedroom and began to undress.

The case was slow going. There were so many things to go through and they were supposed to meet with the other party tomorrow. She didn't know anything about them. The only thing she knew was it was going to be a long day, and the temperature showed no sign of dropping.

Sitting in that room when it was sweltering outside was bad enough, but sitting there today with Erik watching her like a hawk, the heat had been unbearable.

She pulled the thin curtains across her window and removed her underwear, tossing it onto the chair with the rest of her clothes.

Sliding into bed, she sighed as she savoured the coldness of the sheets and then closed her eyes.

She wondered if she'd dream again tonight. If she did, would she see his face now?

Would she dream of Erik?

* * * *

Erik lay on his back, watching Kim as she moved about the room. He licked his lips, waiting for her to come to him, even hungrier for her touch tonight than last night. He could see her face now, her soft chocolate eyes and dark brown hair. It was her.

She turned to look at him with a smile that spoke volumes about the things she was going to do with him, and showed not one hint of fear. He stretched out on the bed, looking down the length of his body at her.

His shirt was undone, and he wasn't surprised to see that he was wearing what he had been at their meeting today. The tailored black trousers hugged his hips, his aching erection visible through the material.

She ran a hand through her hair, humming quietly to herself as she walked towards him. She was wearing the little white blouse she had been in today, and the short skirt. He was mesmerised by her fingers as she slowly undid each button of her blouse, revealing herself to him little by little.

He wanted to get up and rip the shirt from her, but he couldn't move, knew that it was her turn to be in control. She didn't need to say a word to keep him still, waiting for her. All she had to do was give him one look, one smile, and he knew what she wanted of him.

He sighed when she slipped the shirt down off her shoulders, turning away from him and hiding herself as she looked over her shoulder at him. Her hips swayed enticingly, making his cock ache for her. He held his breath as she removed the shirt, the soft fabric sliding over her smooth skin.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

A low groan escaped him when she moved back to face him, her arms crossed over her chest, her hands holding her breasts. She stepped closer, still humming a sweet melody. Candlelight flickered around her, bathing her in warm, golden light. His gaze dropped to her skirt and he licked his lips when her hands appeared in view, her fingers skimming along the waistband.

“You think I should take this off?”

He nodded eagerly, desperate to see her in all her glory, dying to be inside of her.

She smiled sweetly and began to undo the skirt.

His eyes roamed over her taut stomach to her full, round breasts. His whole body tensed on seeing them and he could think only of touching them, caressing them and teasing her nipples. He wanted to suck them into his mouth and spend countless hours playing with them.

Her skirt hit the floor with a soft swish and his gaze lowered. He frowned and groaned at the sight of her completely naked. She was all delicious curves and sensuality. He had to have her. It was torture having her so close but so far away.

He reached out, straining to get to her.

She gave him another smile, this one full of sympathy, as though she could feel his pain, and then to his sweet relief she moved towards him again.

He swallowed as she mounted the bed, crawling slowly up the length of him. Her hands brushed over his legs, dipping inside his thighs and then out when she reached his crotch. He closed his eyes and growled when her fingers teased his aching cock through the material of his trousers.

She ran her hands over his length, rubbing him until he was on the verge of begging her to set him free.

Then she stopped.

He looked at her, his temperature rising when he saw the hunger in her eyes. They were dark in the low light, filled with a fiery passion. His gaze dropped to her mouth. The sinfully tempting curve of her lips as she smiled made his heart flutter. He wanted to kiss her, to taste her and crush her lips under a forceful kiss. He wanted to feel her mouth against him, laving him, biting him.

The tug on his belt and the sound of her unzipping him made his hips jerk hungrily towards her.

He moaned out his relief at the ceiling as her hand slid inside his trousers, running along the length of him. She was mercifully cool against him, her fingers lightly tracing patterns over his hard cock. He arched his back, his eyes screwed shut as she pulled his trousers down over his backside, leaving them around his hips.

She sat down on his legs, and he could feel her knees either side of his hips. He focused on the feeling of her touching him. The soft stroke of her fingertips down his length, from tip to root, and the way they teased his balls, made him delirious. He moaned her name, begged her not to stop, to keep touching him, stroking him.

Her hair tickled his stomach and he reached up above him, tightly grabbing the headboard in an effort to anchor himself as she blew on the head of his cock.

He roared.

* * * *

Kim sat back, still astride his legs and stunned at what she'd done. She looked at his face, watching him panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. The fine sheen of sweat on his skin caught the light, making his muscles shimmer as he breathed.

Her gaze dropped to his stomach and the sticky mess on it.

She couldn't believe what she'd done.

She'd only breathed on him, blowing cool air against his hot flesh to tease him, and she'd made him cum.

He opened his eyes, their honeyed depths calling to her, making her want to stare into them for eternity.

The muscles of his throat worked hard as he tried to swallow several times.

She didn't even know why she'd done it. Part of her had known that it would be his undoing. Somehow, she'd known it, as though he'd said it or it had happened before.

Grabbing her skirt where it was dangling over the edge of the bed, she wiped the semen off his stomach. He frowned at her, took the skirt and finished the job. She didn't know what to do now. She'd never had a lull in her dream like this. It seemed so real.

She gently stroked his softening cock. He wriggled beneath her. Ticklish.

It didn't stop her. She continued to run her fingers over it, and then shifted forwards until she was tracing patterns on his stomach. She could feel the sticky residue still, and the silkiness of his skin where it hadn't touched. She dipped her head, conscious that her breasts were brushing against his skin while her lips explored his flesh. Her nipples ached as she moved upwards, teasing both herself and him as she rubbed her body against his.

He purred. There was no mistaking the low rumbling sound coming from him. She looked up to see he had his eyes closed, a sublime smile on his face like the one he'd been wearing earlier that day at the office. She lightly raked her nails over his chest. He sighed. His muscles tensed beneath her, his whole body going taut and hard.

She leaned back, her slick pussy pressing against his hardening cock. She ground it a little, feeling it stir beneath her and moaning when the head of it rubbed against her clit.

She stared into his eyes as he opened them again, his hands coming down to skim up her thighs. Heat exploded inside of her, sweeping through her body in a shiver as his hands dipped in towards her crotch, and his thumbs brushed her pussy lips.

He smiled, holding her gaze, trapping her in his. She couldn't look away, couldn't focus on anything but his eyes and the exquisite feel of his thumbs dipping into her slick pussy. He brushed one over her pert clit, circling it and slowly driving her crazy with need. She ground against him again, using his hard cock to satisfy her hunger as his thumb tortured her.

Spreading her legs a little further, she silently begged him to keep touching her, give her the release she so rarely found in her dreams of him.

He jerked his hips up, grinding the length of his cock against her while spreading her pussy lips with one hand. She moaned and writhed on him as he brought two fingers against her clit, slowly rubbing it.

Her teeth teased her lip and she wanted to close her eyes but couldn't. She could do nothing but stare into his, letting him see how he made her feel with just a touch, and knowing that he could make her feel so much more if he was inside her.

She frowned when he raised her up, making her kneel astride him, and then groaned low in her throat when he slid one finger up inside her. He withdrew it and then easily slid two fingers into her, making her eyes widen. She was so wet and hungry for him that she was sure he could easily fit more in her. He thrust his fingers up inside of her, pumping her slowly at first but building into a fast, hard rhythm that had her panting for him when he brought his other hand into play. He circled and squeezed her clit, thrusting his fingers up inside her.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, rocking her hips against his hand and not caring if she looked wild with abandon. She had to feel it, had to feel just what he could do to her.

Opening her eyes a crack and looking down at him, she breathed faster and faster, her heart thundering in her ears until she was sure she was going to pass out. She desperately rode his fingers, his name falling from her lips over and over until it all became too much. Her stomach clenched, muscles tightened, and she convulsed forwards against him, her cheek pressed hard against his chest as her orgasm carried her away. His tempo slowed to a steady slide in and out of her, drawing out the last spasms of her orgasm.

Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes, only half aware of his fingers leaving her and his hands coming to settle on her backside.

“That was...” she breathed, not quite able to speak, but wanting to tell him.

He shook his head.

“This is just a dream,” he said.

She frowned when one of his hands left her and his other pushed her backwards. His cock pressed against her entrance.

He smiled.

“The best is yet to come.”

K
im couldn't bring herself to look up when she walked into the meeting room the next day. She couldn't see Erik, not after fantasising about him like that last night, and certainly not after waking up to find herself soaked with desire and tingling as though she'd just had an orgasm.

Still, it was the hottest dream yet and at least she'd had some kind of completion in it. She gave a furtive glance to the room and raised her head when she saw Erik wasn't there.

The only occupants of the room with her were two men she didn't recognise, and Laura and Simon. She figured that the two men were the other party on the contract. One was definitely a lawyer. The sharp suit and preened back dark hair weren't the only dead giveaways. It was the way he kept shiftily looking at her and Laura, and the way he insisted on whispering everything to the other man in a voice loud enough that they could easily hear.

Her cheeks flushed the instant the doors opened and Erik walked in. She tried to hold his gaze but failed dismally when he smiled. Her eyes shot to the floor, her blush making her whole body burn.

He drew the chair beside her out and she inwardly cringed as he sat down in it. Her gaze was drawn to his legs as he stretched them out under the table. She remembered the lithe, strong feel of them beneath her. She shut her eyes and told herself to get a grip.

Plastering on a smile and hoping she wasn't going to spend the whole day blushing, she opened her eyes and looked at Erik.

He was watching her, his intense honey eyes making her want to melt into them.

“Could I get you a coffee or tea, Mr. Blackwell?” she said with a bright, cheery air. The tremble in her voice rattled it though.

He grinned. “I could use a coffee. One hell of a night last night. Almost too hot for me.”

She felt the blush but couldn't stop it from happening. She died a little inside, knowing she was probably now the colour of beetroot. He didn't seem to notice. If anything, his smile broadened.

Shuffling off to get him a coffee from the urns that had been laid out at the side of the room, she took deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She forced a smile when Simon appeared next to her, his grin just a little too perky for this time in the morning. She poured him a coffee too, seeing straight through his false smile to the tiredness underneath. He'd probably been out clubbing all night or whatever it was that he did to keep him up to such unholy hours. He'd told her about it once, and had tried to get her to go along with him, but she'd excused herself by saying that clubs weren't her scene.