Wolf at the Door by Christine Warren

Author:Christine Warren [Warren, Christine]
Format: epub
Tags: Demonoid Upload 2
ISBN: 9780312939625
Publisher: Lisa's E-Book Collection
Published: 2010-04-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

"Fabulous," Cassidy said, just as soon as she was capable of speech, oh… fifty-eight millennia later. "Listen

for sirens, would you? I'm pretty sure my neighbors have called the police by now."

The huge Lupine pinning her to her sofa cushions never budged. He didn't even grunt.

"Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if people all the way in Queens heard us."

"Screw them. And screw the cops," Quinn finally muttered, though the sound got half-buried in Cassidy's

hair.

She shifted, looking for a position under her two-hundred-pound heating pad that would allow her to, you

know, breathe. "I'm not that kind of girl."

Quinn raised his head and glared at her. "You won't be screwing anybody. Ever."

Considering he was still half-buried inside her as he said that, Cassidy decided to let the ultimatum go. For

now. She could always bring it up later. When he least expected it. And it could be best used to her

advantage.

For now, she joked it off. "That's too bad. I thought this was pretty fun, all things considered. But if you really

think we shouldn't do it again… "

"Anybody but me," he corrected hastily, a note of panic creeping into his voice. "You won't be screwing

anybody but me."

She snorted. "Right. That's different, then."

He gave her a suspicious glare, which she countered with a look of wide-eyed innocence, then grunted and

dropped his face back into her hair. He relaxed again above her, and his weight made her feel as if someone

had rested a grand piano on her chest. Shifting as much as she could, she unlocked her ankles from around

Quinn's back and let her legs drop to her sides. No good. She still couldn't breathe. Maybe this required a

more direct approach. Before her skin turned blue.

"Um, Quinn?" she questioned quietly and oh-so politely.

He grunted again, and his hands began to stroke lazily over her hips, and thighs. Her stomach flipped, and

her breath might even have quickened, if she'd had any left.

"Not that I don't enjoy a good snuggle, 'cause, hello? I am a woman and all, but maybe we can try snuggling

with me on top? Because I think about thirty more seconds of this and I'm going to pass out from the lack of

oxygen to my brain."

That earned her another unintelligible man noise, but this one was followed quickly by a sigh and the feel of

his body slipping free of hers. Before she could even register the twinge of regret, he had flipped off her,

landed on his feet, and scooped her up into his arms. He was halfway across the living room when her mouth

caught up with them.

"Um, where are we going?"

He didn't bother to look down at her, just shouldered open the door to her bedroom and kept walking. "I got

you all sweaty. I thought the least I could do would be to clean you up. And I thought you'd prefer a shower to

a quick hosedown with the spray nozzle on the kitchen sink."

She rolled her eyes. "I love a man with that kind of intuition."

"I try."

When he set her down, her feet made contact with the cold ceramic tile of her bathroom floor, and she

shivered.

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