Off the Charts by Anna Lowe

Author:Anna Lowe [Lowe, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Shapeshifter, Twin Moon Ranch, Paranormal, Werewolf
Publisher: Twin Moon Press
Published: 2015-06-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

On one breath, Julie sniffed the nutmeg and coconut of the night air; on the next, she fumbled with the doorknob and pulled Seth inside, inhaling his clean, masculine scent. Every nerve in her clamored to be tickled, touched, turned shamelessly around.

She stepped backward, pulling Seth deeper inside, and he reached back to close the door.

“Leave it open,” she whispered, tugging on his hand. “Let the moon shine in.”

Even with his face cast into shadow, she could see his grin.

“Tell me you have a condom,” she mumbled. “If I have to excavate one out of my bag now—”

“Excavate?” He chuckled.

“You should see my bag.”

“Good thing Tobin insisted on sticking one in my wallet, then.”

“Just one?” she blurted.

Seth chuckled, and her sex ached. With the moon boxing his shoulders and the sound of the sea whispering in, he was a vision right out of a pirate fantasy. The one where she was the willing prize and he had the endurance born of too many nights alone at sea.

“Two,” he answered.

“Good enough,” she mumbled. “For now.” She dropped backward on the bed, pulling him with her. Working his shirt off in a smooth move totally unlike her usual self. Not that she was shy in bed, but it never seemed to go as seamlessly as this. Like they’d rehearsed over and over until they got it exactly right.

And that was just his shirt. She couldn’t wait for the rest.

His hands came down on either side of her, and he kissed her just hard enough to send a shot of heat to her core, but gently enough to let her hands explore the exciting new territory she’d just uncovered. She traced the grooves of his abs, slid over the shelf of his chest, and smoothed a palm over the flat expanse of his pecs.

Not a tan line in sight. “What, do you sail in the buff?”

“Sometimes.”

“Seriously?” Her imagination went wild. Which was kind of crazy, what with the real thing in her hands, but the image of him at the wheel of a ship with the sun beating down on his bare body was just too good to resist.

“I better check for myself.” She hooked her thumbs into his shorts and pushed down, inch by mouth-watering inch.

No tan line the first inch. None the second. She lifted her body into the tiny space left between them and pushed the cloth away to let his cock spring free.

No tan line there, either. Just a hell of a lot of taut, bronze skin. Jesus Christ.

“You do sail in the buff,” she marveled, watching him kick his shorts and boxers away. Admiring. Calculating just how perfectly that hard shaft would fit where she needed it most.

“Now, what about you?” His fingers tickled her belly, then slid her shirt up. Slowly.

She lay back again, letting him unwrap her like the last gift under a Christmas tree. Admiring every inch of what he uncovered, enjoying guessing at the rest.

“Mmm.” He lowered himself to her stomach and kissed her heated flesh.

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