wide berth. Boycotting the elevator, I shoved open the door to the stairwell. Pausing, I glanced back at her. At first glance she didn’t obviously look like the Natasha Silk, but there was no denying that she was a head-turner. “Put your hood up,” I grunted out, tearing my eyes away.
Her hand flew to her head, sliding the wool into place. Large brown eyes blinked at me, her face pale and bloodless.
“You’re going to be fine. Just make sure you stay behind me and do everything I say.”
She nodded, for once silent.
I bit back a curse as her lip quivered, the only outward sign that she was scared shitless. I started down the stairs, taking them two at a time, my ears straining, my heart jumping at every thud and clank echoing through the building. Her hand was small and cold clasped in mine, her nails digging tight as she struggled to keep up. The light in the stairwell flickered and buzzed with a hollow clink as our steps were muffled by the thick carpet. Windows marked our descent, portholes flashing glimpses of the glowing city lights. Nearly there. I slowed as we approached the bottom floor. Muffled voices reached my ears.
The door slammed open as we were rounding the corner.
I pushed her up against the wall, molding her body against mine and swallowing her gasp of surprise with my lips. She shuddered against me, her hands flailing against my chest, the bags abandoned on the floor as I pressed myself against her, arms caging her head in for my kiss. Nipping at her bottom lip, I splayed my hand over her face, my fingers tracing her cheek and cupping her jaw.
Her lips fell open on a sharp yelp and I swooped in, my tongue stroking deep inside her mouth and seeking hers. Hooking a hand around her hip, I tilted her to me, her softness cradling my hardening cock. Exquisite and distracting.
The voices grew louder.
She stiffened against me, finally understanding.
My wolf howled inside of me, lashing out at my human skin. I licked at her lips, feather-soft caresses inviting her to play, then rocked my hips against her. I wanted her attention on me .
She sucked in a breath, her eyes flickering open to stare into mine. Heat dusted her cheeks, her gaze cloudy and unfocused.
A distant part of me noted the couple passing us as a soft giggle and an answering rumble of laughter trailed off as they continued up the stairs.
Then there was complete silence only pierced by the ragged sound of our breath, and the thudding of our hearts.
“Cole—” she started, her eyes widening at what she must have read in my face.
Why hadn’t I seen it? Her lemon scent wrapped around me, tugging at my straining cock.
Mate, my wolf growled as my human mind finally understood.
Fear paralyzed me, winding through my bones and sending my pulse rocketing. I had found her . The one woman I had spent a lifetime dreaming about, wondering what she would be like, who she would be. And she was Natasha Silk —world-famous billionaire supermodel. She was the woman every man lusted over and fantasized about. Anyone else would think they’d won the goddamn lottery.
I stepped back, the air between us immediately frigid. “Come on.” My voice was gruff with a command as I grabbed the bags off the floor and pulled her after me.
Lines creased her brow as she tugged at my hand, digging her heels in. “Is something wrong?” she hissed.
Everything. “No.”
She didn’t believe me. I could see it in her eyes—the way they narrowed in thought. “I said I’d do everything you told me to, but that means you have to be honest with me. I understand why we just…why you…” her voice trailed off, heat flooding her cheeks before she continued, “but why are you looking at me like that?”
I wanted to ask her exactly what she could see in my face, what she thought it meant, but on the other hand I didn’t want to know. She needed an answer, preferably one that would get her moving sooner rather than later.
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy it