Marisa Chenery: Roan's Fall

He cut her off with his lips. At first, Ansley held herself perfectly still, but then Roan’s lips moved on hers. His tongue swept the seam of her lips. Ansley let her eyes drift shut and opened for him. He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and held her in place. He pushed his tongue inside. Her hands came up and fisted in the front of his t-shirt as he explored the inside of her mouth before he twined his tongue with hers. Roan tasted of sin and hot, wild sex.

Deepening the kiss, Roan ran his other hand down her side to her bottom and hauled her closer to him. Ansley moaned. The hard length of his cock nestled against her stomach. In response, her pussy grew wet. Her nipples went taut beneath her shirt. She wanted to strip her clothes off and rub her naked body against his. It had been so long since a man had kissed her. Her sex starved body ached to have his hard cock deep inside it.

Roan placed one of his hard thighs between her legs and pushed up against her pussy. Ansley moaned into his mouth. The pressure sent shockwaves of pleasure through her sex. Using his t-shirt to pull him even closer, she kissed him back hungrily, rubbing herself against his thigh. She arched her back as his hand came up and cupped her breast through her shirt.

The blast of a car horn out on the street jerked Ansley out of the sexual haze that had taken her over. She pulled back and looked up at Roan. She sucked in a breath when she saw his light blue eyes glowed mutedly. Ansley blinked in surprise. At the sound of her sharp indrawn breath, Roan shut his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “Just give me a second.” His voice came out in a half growl. Ansley held herself still as Roan took a couple of deep calming breaths. “Roan? Are you okay?” When he continued to hold himself stiffly, she asked quietly, “Did I do something wrong?” Roan lifted his head to stare down at her. Ansley noticed his eyes no longer appeared to glow, making her think once again she had been seeing things that weren’t really there.

“Why would you think you did anything wrong?” he asked with a scowl. “You did nothing wrong. If anything you did everything right.” He palmed one of her cheeks. “The problem is I promised myself I would take things slow with you. Take the time for us to get to know each other better. Right now it’s taking all of my willpower not to throw you onto the hood of your car and take you until you scream my name.”

Ansley’s mouth formed a round O while images of what he wanted to do to her played through her head. She could easily picture herself laying on the hood of her car with her legs wrapped around Roan’s waist as he pounded into her. The images made her pussy ache and wetness leak into her panties.

With a half growl, Roan took a step back. His chest rapidly rose and fell as he dragged in deep breaths. His hands fisted at his sides. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it. I can smell your arousal and it’s playing havoc with what little self-control I have left. This may have been a mistake.” He took another step back. Afraid Roan would turn around and walk away, Ansley quickly blurted, “Don’t leave. Why don’t you come back to my place?”

In a blink of an eye Roan had her once again trapped against her car while he loomed over her. “I think I need to learn why you keep thinking I’m going to walk away from you. If I had my way I would take you to my bed and never let you out of it again.”

Ansley swallowed loudly. “So does that mean you want to come back to my place?”

Roan chuckled. “You do realize that by asking me to your place you’ll be playing with fire. Are you willing to risk the chance of getting burned?”

“I’m willing to risk it.”

God, she was more than willing to risk it. Just the idea that Roan wanted her made her knees go weak. Never in a million years would Ansley have thought she ever had chance with a man like Roan. He was every woman’s wet dream. He dragged a finger down her cheek. “You may be willing to take that chance, but I’m not just yet. How about we go get something to eat first? Then we can see about going back to your place after that.”

Even though she hadn’t eaten since lunch, Ansley knew she probably wouldn’t be able to eat much with Roan sitting so near. He made her hungry for other things besides food. She nodded. “All right. There’s a great steak house on the way to my apartment.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll follow you. My car is just over there.”

Ansley looked in the direction Roan pointed. Growing up with a very unfemininelike love of sports cars that stuck with her to this day, she recognized his car. Roan’s was a Lexus IS F Performance car done in metallic grey. It had to have cost double what she made in a year working at the hair salon. It also made her Sunfire look like a dinky car when compared to his. Obviously he had money as well as good looks. After telling Roan the name and location of the restaurant in case they became separated, Ansley got into her car. She watched Roan cross over to his and get in. As she led the way to the restaurant, Ansley had to wonder when the ball would drop. It invariably did when she found herself attracted to a man. Roan seemed to be perfect in every way. It would only be a matter of time before she said or did something to drive him away. When it came to men, she tended to be her greatest enemy.

Roan let his gaze roam down Ansley’s slim, curvy body as she took the chair across from his at the restaurant. He wanted to strip her naked while he licked and kissed every inch of her. The kiss they had shared in the parking lot had just fanned the flames of his arousal to even greater heights. Her kiss had been better than the headiest wine. With the scent of her arousal swirling around them, Roan had had a hard time reining back the wolf inside him. The wolf wanted to claim her as his mate as much as the man wanted to. Somehow he had managed to hold himself back from acting on what his body screamed for him to do. He just hoped he would be able to do it again, because he had every intention of tasting every part of Ansley before he left her this night. Ansley shifted on her chair. She stared at the menu that sat on the table in front of her. Roan watched her take her bottom lip between her teeth. It made him want to replace her teeth with his own. As if she sensed him staring, she met his gaze then quickly looked back down at the menu. Roan grinned. Ansley was such a contradiction in terms. At times she seemed outgoing, while at others she came across as being shy. When the waitress came they gave her their orders. Roan ordered the largest steak on the menu and asked for it to be as rare as he could get it. Ansley ordered a salad. After the waitress left, Roan said, “You could have ordered more than a salad, Ansley.”

“The salad will be enough.” She gave him a nervous smile. He hoped she wasn’t one of those mortal women who only ate enough to keep a bird alive. He would have to break her of that if that turned out to be the case. Roan liked his women slim, but not to the point of skin and bones.

Having never really been on a date before, Roan had asked Roxie for some pointers. Being an over thousand-year-old warrior werewolf, dating hadn’t exactly been high on his list of things to do. If he needed a woman, he usually sought out werewolf females who were willing to give him a night or two of pleasure in their beds and nothing more. And he never slept with mortal women. He had wanted to avoid the hassle of having to hide what he truly was from them. The irony that his mate had turned out to be mortal, and he now had to somehow get her to accept him for what he was, hadn’t been lost on Roan.

He cleared his throat. Roxie had told him at this point on the date he should be asking Ansley questions about herself so he could get to know her better. “How long have you worked at the hair salon?”