tongues began to tango. Swirling, dipping, darting. What the hell had come over me? I was never like this with guys. It took most of my dates about three weeks before I even invited them in for a cup of coffee.
One of his large hands cupped my hip and pulled me flush against him. I could feel every muscle, taut with his need. A whimper escaped me when I felt his desire for me pressed against my stomach. That small sound coaxed the last of Josef’s beast to the surface, I felt the shift immediately. His kisses became urgent, demanding even. His touch went from a soft caress to a possessive brand. His slick tongue probed my mouth, the way a lover would probe my body. I felt my body respond to his hunger, heating to his touch. My breasts swelling in anticipation of his skillful caress.
Josef pulled back from my lips and my eyes fluttered open, he was beautiful to look at. His once deep blue eyes were now nothing more than midnight rings around two pitch black moons. All around me was the smell of sandalwood. It felt like I was breathing it in, taking it into myself. As if its fragrance alone, was changing me.
I didn’t have time to think about the implications of the smell. Or the fact he was pumping the air full of his pheromones. One minute I was catching my breath the next Josef’s head was darting forward. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth. Nipping and sucking on it, until every sane thought left me. I couldn’t even remember why I was running from him. Heat pooled between my thighs and that was the beginning of the end for me.
When he pulled away this time I was once more assaulted by the smell of sandalwood, stronger than before. It seemed to rise off Josef and wrap itself around me. If it was a visible being I would have been able to see it snaking its way around me.
“Mine.”
Oh God yes, I was his. After the heated way he responded to a few kisses, I was definitely his. Lock, stock and barrel. I shook my head to clear the crazy thoughts that seemed to invade my mind. I had never in all my life thought about a guy like this. Not even Ian and I had been in love with him since I was about fifteen.
I was trying to call up what I’d heard about steering clear of Weres. But my mind was fuzzy and all I could think about was finding a place to finish what we had started. Josef was watching me with expectant eyes. As if he was looking for a certain reaction. I was about to ask him what was wrong, when a vibrating in my bra stopped me short.
Chapter 5:
Another rumbling growl left Josef at the sound of my phone going off. I guess he didn’t like anything interrupting his fun. But then his eyes went to my cleavage as it vibrated with the ringing of my cell and an appreciative smile crossed his lips and I wanted to die of embarrassment.
Not wanting to entice him further I reached into my dress, fumbling for a few moments. After a few tries I pulled my cell free from its hiding place, my eyebrows shooting up in question. The screen flashed Commissioner Gordon, it was an inside joke between Vicktor and I. You see the beings of the Mythos didn’t give me any respect, much like the people of Gotham with Batman. Yet, Vicktor had high hopes for me. Therefore we had an odd friendship.
There was nothing funny about seeing his number now. A wave of unease swept through me, call it a premonition. Call it woman’s intuition. Call it whatever the hell you wanted. But something was rotten in Denmark I could just smell it from here. At least I would be able to once the smell of sandalwood faded. Besides I didn’t trust Priest and since he was last with Sabine, I suspected trouble.
Holy crap! Had I really been making out with Josef instead of trying to find the girl I swore to protect? I took a few deep breaths trying to calm my nerves. Something was very wrong here and I was going to get to the bottom of it, but first I had to face the music with Vicktor.
“Hello.” My voice shook. Damn I was either nervous or