Free JOSS: A Standalone Romance (Gray Wolf Security) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

everything down to a science. McKelty, the business. Nothing else mattered. And then you come into my life and three days later I’m drinking alone in the dark.”
    She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. Yet, there was something in her eyes that ate through the anger and the frustration. She was just as confused as I was. It was there…so plain that it was like reading the first sentence in a long, well-written book.
    I took one more swallow from my glass, turning my body away from her. I was giving her a chance to walk away. Telling her with the same body language she expected me to read that I didn’t want anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give. But she didn’t leave. When I set my glass down, she was still there, still watching me with her hands raised.
    It was more than my weak self-control could take.
    I went to her, took her face between both my hands, my fingers biting into the silky flesh over her cheekbones. I pushed her backward and pressed her up against the wall, one hand sliding up into her hair, those silky tresses still wet from a shower I wished I’d been able to witness. My other hand moved slowly down her throat, my finger catching the top of her t-shirt and tugging it down just a little, offering me a peek of the top edge of a black sports bra.
    She was watching me, fear and grief and need all circulating in her eyes at once.
    “I don’t want you to love me,” I said roughly against her ear. “But I need you. I need this. I need to remember what it was like to be a man.”
    She hesitated, her fingers caught in the space between the buttons on the front of my shirt. And then her hand moved slowly up, her fingertips coming to rest on my bottom lip. I opened my mouth just slightly, and she slipped one finger inside, her eyes closing as I closed my lips around it and offered just the slightest suction. When she opened her eyes again, the need had increased tenfold, filling her eyes until that was almost all I could see.
    “It doesn’t have to be more than this, more than the physical,” I whispered, as I pressed my lips against her earlobe, as I drew a section of her sweet flesh into my mouth. She sighed, her body relaxing, molding against mine. As my lips brushed against her throat—she smelled like vanilla and jasmine, like all the sweet things a woman should smell of!—she tugged at my shirt, pulling it free of my slacks, her hands sliding underneath to touch my bare chest. That touch broke the dam that had been holding back my need.
    I kissed her. But it was more than a kiss. It was an invasion, a taking of everything that I’d imagined but hadn’t had the nerve to claim as my own until this moment. I touched her in places I’d longed to touch, running my tongue along the roof of her mouth, around her perfect teeth to touch sensitive spots that made her sigh, that made her respond with gentle, hesitant touches of her own. And my hands—I wanted to touch everything all at once! I wanted to feel her full breasts against my palm, wanted to feel each and every one of her ribs, wanted to slide my hand over her hip, to hold that perfect ass in my hands again. And that’s where my hands went, to her ass, to lift her so that her body could offer just the tinniest bit of relief to my straining cock. I wanted her so desperately that I don’t think a gunman charging into the room with guns blazing at that moment could have stopped what was about to happen.
    I slid a hand between our bodies, slipped it down the front of her shorts, into her panties, and touched the moistness of her cunt. My finger slipped inside easily, causing her to pull back, her head rolling back against the wall until her closed eyes were facing the ceiling. A sigh that expressed the most intense pleasure slipped from between her perfect lips. I pushed a second finger inside of her, loving the show that unraveled on her face, loving the sighs and the soft purring sound that slipped through. She moved her