Sunglasses at Night (Claws Clause 3)

He wanted to do more than that, but he needed to hold her close.

When Tabby curled up against him a couple of hours ago, snuggling her way under his arm, resting her head on his chest as if she actually trusted him… it took everything in him not to make his move last night. Their attraction—which he was praying was more than mutual at this point—was one thing. But the lust coupled with overwhelming need slamming into him as he watched Tabby slay that Nightwalker in the woods…

Jesus, he’d never been so hard.

He had stayed quiet on their walk back, barely listening as she talked him down last night. She seemed worried about him, keeping up the conversation as if she had sensed she needed to, and Adam kept his trap shut because clumsily blurting out, “God, I want to fuck you right now,” didn’t seem like the smoothest of moves when he was so incredibly desperate for this woman.

And that wasn’t like him at all.

Before his last dry spell, Adam Wright went after a prospective conquest with a dimple in his cheek, a twinkle in his eye, and the promise of pleasure in the curve of his smile. But with Tabby… it was like the primal side of him was taking over.

Was it because he was a Para now?

Probably.

He managed to get control of himself by the time she convinced him to break into the empty house to beat the sun; worrying about getting caught by Woodbridge cops took his mind off of his hard-on for a while.

And then Tabby touched him, pressing her hip next to his when they settled down together, and it was all he could do not to pin her under him. Honestly, the only thing that stopped him was knowing they were squatting in a stranger’s home and, even if he suspected that Tabby would welcome his advances, she deserved better than a quick fuck on a cellar floor.

So he slept, though his rest was fitful, and that was before the shifter interrupted them. Then he had to let her go, because she was a slayer and it was her duty, leaving Adam to prowl around the darkened corner of the house, straining to hear the sounds coming from the fight outside.

But she was okay. Whatever happened with the shifter, Tabby was okay, and Adam was so relieved that he reacted before he thought better of what he was about to do.

Keeping one arm wrapped around Tabby’s back, he bent her just enough to tilt her head, angling her mouth upward. Her lips parted, but Adam moved before she could ask him what the hell he was doing. He slanted his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers sensually as he proved to himself that she was with him by kissing the life out of her.

Tabby stiffened for a moment before wriggling her arms up, tossing them around his neck. Their teeth clashed, Adam trying to figure out how to do this without poking her with his fangs, Tabby enthusiastically returning his kiss.

The realization that his slayer was kissing him back instead of shoving him away went straight to his cock before slamming him upside his head with hope.

Hope that she was as into him as he was into her.

Hope that being a Nightwalker wouldn’t turn her off.

Hope that one kiss would lead to another and—

Adam was getting ahead of himself. Though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he broke the kiss so that he could let Tabby breathe. Her eyes were closed.

They sprang open as Adam moved his head away from hers.

Peeking at her through his mirrored shades, there was an undeniable daze in their dark brown depths that had his chest puffing out in pride.

He set her back on her sneakered feet, bracing her lower back with the flat of his hand as she stumbled a bit.

“I— are you okay?”

“Peachy keen,” Tabby said weakly. She laughed, a small little laugh, and blinked. “Wasn’t expecting that, though. Is that how you always greet a woman when she comes back home? Because I like it. If you want, I’ll walk back outside and we can do that again.”

She sounded like she meant it, too. A touch breathless from his deep kiss, but exhilarated all the same. Almost like she wanted him to kiss her.

So he took her hint and did just that.

The kiss was deeper this time, more frantic. He sensed her shift a second before she pressed her hands to his shoulders, vaulting herself up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Adam groaned in her mouth as she started to rub her sex against his aching length.

Jeans, he thought. He just needed to zip open his, then pull hers down, and he could be inside of her in seconds.

Since his instincts demanded he get inside his slayer someway, somehow, that would be perfect.

Too bad he still had a shred of self-control left.