An American Werewolf in Hoboken by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Max opened his apartment door, smiling and smelling of man and spicy cologne. His burgundy knit shirt hugged his muscled chest and his snug jeans pulled taut over every ripple of his thighs, making her mouth water.

“Aw, boo-hiss. You wore clothes,” he teased, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

JC held up the bottle of white wine and grinned. “But I have wine.”

“You don’t think wine’s going to make up for you wearing clothes, do you? It’ll never work. Don’t try to butter me up.”

“Well, in an effort not to shock our neighbors, I figured I’d better at least wear something. But who’s to say what’s under my dress—or what’s not under my dress?” she asked, batting her eyelashes comically.

She’d decided to take Viv’s advice and just enjoy. Max was an amazingly smart, virile, sexy-as-hell man. Things that should be enjoyed.

He growled at her and yanked her inside, taking the wine and setting it on the table beside the door before pushing her up against the wall, dropping kisses on her jaw. “You would tempt me before we’ve even had tuna noodle casserole? Saucy.”

JC melted into him, loving the feel of his body pressed to hers, the way they blended together—mesmerized by the power he had to make her knees weak with just one kiss. She trailed a finger over his cheek and chuckled at the patch of hair he’d missed when shaving. “Did the tuna noodle casserole take up too much of your grooming time? You missed a spot when you shaved, Adams.”

Max grabbed her finger, bringing it to his lips to kiss the tip, his eyes playful. “I’m exhausted. I cooked all day for you.”

“Tuna noodle casserole takes all day to prepare?”

He slipped her finger between his lips and nibbled, sending a zing of pleasure through her. “All day. All. Day. And I mopped the floor, too, and did a load of laundry.”

Pulling him closer by gripping the front of his shirt, JC wrapped a leg around his hip, exhilarated to find Max was hard as a rock. “What if I said I’ll do the dishes to make it up to you?”

He let his hand slide up her thigh and gripped her ass in his palm, pulling her tighter to his length. He hissed his pleasure when he realized she had no panties on. “I’d say you need a bigger bargaining chip. Much bigger.”

JC mock-sighed, letting her shoulders sag. “Fine. I’ll pour the wine. Do we have a deal?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching higher.

“Did I mention I cooked all day?” he asked, brushing the length of her neck with his mouth, making her shiver.

Her nipples tightened, scraping against her dress with delightful friction. “You did. It was exhausting, as I recall. I don’t know how you’ll ever summon the energy to eat your spoils. Maybe you should lie down? Nap? I don’t want you to tax yourself and miss out on this casserole you slaved over.

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