Chapter Seven
Bianca knew that what she was doing – what she was feeling – made no sense at all. Eric (because, after tonight, he could never be just Mr. McKenna) was right; she should rest. But lying alone in a strange bed, a strange house, strange... everything just didn’t seem like the right thing to do.
She had nearly died tonight and had found out about an entirely new world that existed parallel to hers, a dangerous world that she could now never discount as fantasy again. She could no longer stay on the sidelines of her own life, a life that she only now realized could be taken away from her so easily, by man and monster alike. Tonight, she would go for what she craved because Heavens only knew whether she’d ever get a chance again.
She did not expect Eric to react the way he did. She was afraid of rejection just as much as always, if not more, but she was no longer afraid to try. So what if he turned her down? It made perfect sense that he would, and she was ready for it – but what if, for once, she was lucky, she wondered... and found out just that.
She moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth, coaxing hers to come out and play, and replied with all the eagerness of the desire that had permeated her since the moment she laid eyes on him. He held her so close that she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest and the hardness of him under that terrycloth robe. It was such a clear proof of his lust that it made her shiver with joy. Moving a little, he pressed them both against the door, his hands beginning to move over her skin. They were surprisingly smooth hands that made her tremble at his touch, her entire body swaying to lean against his. She was aching to touch more of him, and he was happy to give her what she wanted.
When Janet and one of the maids working in the house had brought her to this room, they had given her a cotton shift to wear and taken her clothes to be cleaned and pressed for tomorrow, so that scrap of fabric that barely reached her knees was the only thing she was wearing. It had thin straps and buttons in the front, but it was big enough that she could take it off without undoing them.
But Eric fully intended to do so, popping a few buttons open when his hands finally reached her breasts. Gasping for air, Bianca broke the kiss, leaning her head against the door as she tried to catch her breath, but Eric didn’t seem to mind. He simply moved down to her neck, traveling down the column of it in wet, hot kisses, while he slipped his left arm around her waist and his right hand underneath the shift, reaching for her breast.
Bianca moaned, feeling herself rise on tiptoes, her entire body taut as a guitar string. She looked down and could see Eric’s hand as he squeezed her breast, the supple flesh overflowing his palm. He had her nipple between the knuckles off the middle and index finger, and every time he kneaded her they pinched the sensitive nub, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
With one hand, she tried to reach for the light switch to her right, but Eric caught her hand by the wrist with his left hand and pinned it above her head. “No,” he murmured, the voice almost a growl, and when he raised his head to meet her eyes, she could see his had turned into the glittering gold of his werewolf self. “I... I’m not very attractive naked,” she mumbled, suddenly feeling awkward. What she should’ve said was that she wasn’t very attractive at all, but she decided not to mope too much.
Eric smiled. “I don’t know what you see when you look into the mirror, Bianca,” he cooed to her, “But when I look at you, I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, the woman I’ve been fantasizing about having since the moment I saw her. Every time you came into my office today, I wanted to pull you into my lap and put my hand up your panties to make you come so hard the entire building would shake, before sprawling you on my desk to take you good and hard. And that wasn’t even the only thing I wanted to do to you today. I’ve had more fantasies about you in the one day I’ve known you than all the other women I’ve ever daydreamed of put together.”
He let go of her for a moment, then, to slip out of his robe, letting her enjoy the sight of his masculine beauty: golden skin taut over hard, lean muscle dusted with fine, sandy gold hair. Then he pressed his hips against her, letting her feel the full, thick length of him as he lowered his lips to her ear. “I’m making love to you tonight... and I want to see every inch of you as I do so,” he whispered, and nibbled lightly on her earlobe, making her moan aloud. No one had ever spoken to her in this way. No one had ever told her they wanted her so badly, or said so in such graphic detail. She knew she should just take whatever he was giving her, whether it be true desire or temporary insanity, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to address the elephant in the room.
Namely, her.
“I’m fat,” she mewled meekly.
Eric put his hands on the sides of her face and gently tilted her head so she would look at him. “Yes, you are overweight. That doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful,” he said, and he sounded, of all things, honest. “One does not exclude the other,” he told her. “And if you need proof, just let me keep the lights on.” His hands traveled down, his touch so light she barely felt his fingertips flutter across her skin, reaching for the buttons of the shift again, undoing them all this time, slowly, while his eyes feasted on the sight of her.
He looked like a man surveying his greatest treasure, pure hunger in his eyes as they lingered lovingly over her heavy breasts, rounded stomach and full hips with the small, triangular tuft of short, curly chestnut hair in the middle. It made her so hot to watch him as he watched her, and she could feel herself growing so wet for him that he could probably take her right there, right then.
But Eric seemed to be in the mood to savor his pleasures, so he gently pushed the unbuttoned sides of the shift away, revealing all of her to his eager eyes. He ran his hands from her shoulders down, over the full expanse of her breasts, down the sides of her waist and to her hips, where his right hand continued to travel between her thighs and his left moved up to her back until his palm reached her shoulder blades. Holding her close, he kissed her again, a long, probing kiss that let her enjoy the taste of him while he sunk his fingers between the hot, wet folds of her. Bianca moaned and bit his lower lip, making a rough rumble vibrate in his chest, somewhere between a growl and a purr. Her body responded to it with just as much gusto as it did to the ministrations of his hand between her legs.
Still kissing her, Eric found the nub of her clit and began rubbing his thumb against it, gentle and slow at first, but pressing harder as her sighs became louder. Her breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, every moan and gasp, and her hips moved of their own volition, bucking into his hand, demanding more. He gave it to her with pleasure, pushing two fingers deep inside of her.
She broke the kiss again, grabbing on to him tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she cried out loudly, too desperate for Eric to give a damn if anyone heard them or not. She’d thought of this moment, of coming apart in his arms, all day, but always scoffed at herself that it could never happen... and now that it was, it was so much better, so much more carnal than she could ever have imagined.
And they’d only just began.
His fingers worked her until she rode the orgasm out completely, and he gave her time to settle before he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed.