He waved a hand to the long white limo lining the curb. Excitement began a triple-beat dance through my bloodstream. Making love in the backseat of a limo had always been something of a fantasy for me. In fact, any sort of making out that involved illicit locations was guaranteed to turn me on, but a limo was someplace I didn't get to be all too often. And the few times I had been in them had proven a frustrating experience. But then, I'd been with Quinn, and for an old vampire he was amazingly staid in his sexual tastes. Luckily for me, Kellen had proven to be a wolf more than willing to push and explore boundaries.
"And the driver?" I asked, voice several octaves lower than usual, thanks to the force of desire suddenly driving through me.
"Is very discreet. And the modesty screen between us is soundproof and one way. We can see him, but he can't see us."
"And do you plan a ravishment in the backseat of said limo?"
He dragged me closer and dropped a quick, fierce kiss on my lips. "I most certainly do. And with the side windows open so that everyone who passes us can see me taking you."
"Woohoo!"
He laughed, grabbed my hand, and raced me toward the car. The chauffer greeted our rush with politeness, but there was a twinkle in his gray eyes as he shoved my bags into the trunk. He obviously knew what was about to go down.
Me, quite literally.
I grinned as I seated myself comfortably on the plush leather seats. A bottle of Brown Brothers Orange Muscat & Flora - one of my favorite dessert wines - sat in a waiting ice bucket, with chilled glasses beside it.
"You don't have to get me drunk to have your wicked way with me," I said, as Kellen climbed into the car and the driver closed the door behind him.
"Oh, I know." He reached for the glasses and the wine. "But we've officially been an item for a whole six weeks. And as that's something of a record for me, I thought it worth a celebration."
"So all the rumors of you being a ladies' man are true?"
"Alas, yes. But all it took was the right woman to curb my straying ways." He poured the wine and handed me a glass, then raised his own. "To the right woman."
I clicked my glass against his, and said teasingly, "I'd love to say 'to the right man' but hey, I'm not entirely sure you're him yet."
He made a low sound deep in his throat, and pulled me toward him. "I am the right man. In fact, I intend to be the only man in your life." He kissed me hard, leaving me breathless, then added, "And for the next twelve hours, you are mine, and only mine."
Twelve hours? Oh my.
I took a sip of the wine that did little to curb the heat of excitement. Then, as the limo drove off smoothly, I leaned forward and tasted the same tangy sweetness on his lips.
"You do taste very nice."
"I'd taste even better if you were naked."
I raised an eyebrow, amusement teasing my lips. "And how does me being naked make you taste better?"
"Everything tastes better when there's nakedness involved."
"Such a male response."
"Well, I am a male."
I let my gaze roam down his lean, strong body. Wolves tended not to get muscle-bound - it just wasn't in our makeup - but that didn't mean the male of our species was in any way weedy. Just that they tended to be built like athletes rather than bodybuilders.
"It seems you are," I said, letting my gaze rest briefly, teasingly, on his lap. "However, I refuse to be the only one to get naked in this car."
Amusement touched his lips. "Then shall we remove our clothing?"
"Or remove each other's?"
"An even better idea."
He proceeded to strip me - slowly and deliciously - his fingers sliding so sensually across my skin, teasing and arousing. Then I did the same to him, allowing my hands to roam across the wealth of his chocolate-colored skin, reveling in the heat of it, the steel of muscles rippling underneath it every time he moved.
When we were finally both naked, I settled on his lap, enjoying the tease of closeness as I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared for several seconds into his beautiful green eyes. Then I kissed him, long and lingering.