Free Driving Force by Jo Andrews

slipped down lower, into the V-neck of her top, sliding over the curve of her breast above her bra. She was on fire, she was burning, more feverish now than he was. And he had done it all so simply. No wonder no one seemed to be able to hold out against the man!
    Sierra wrenched herself desperately backward. Safely on her feet, she glared at him.
    “Probably don’t even know who I am,” she muttered resentfully.
    “Sierra.” His eyes were very green and bright with teasing laughter. “Beautiful Sierra. Watched you a long time.”
    He what? He couldn’t mean… No, it wasn’t possible.
    He still held one of her wrists and now he drew her hand to his chest, pressing it to his breastbone. She could feel the accelerated beat of his heart under her palm.
    “Always wanted you to touch me.”
    He was moving her hand back and forth over his chest. Her fingertips slid over the flat disc of his nipple and she felt its nub harden under her touch. Without her volition, her hand slipped down his chest, over the supple solidity of those washboard abs. Then she suddenly realized the thin sheet over his loins had developed a distinct rise.
    “Whoa!”
    She tore her hand free and jumped back. He was laughing helplessly.
    “Only gonna tent the covers. Never can help having a hard-on around you.”
    “Doc’s here,” she gasped, hearing with relief Doc’s ancient pickup groan to a halt outside.
    Then she ran like a rabbit.

Chapter Four
     
    She hadn’t even remembered that he was a werewolf…er, cat. That should have squicked her right out, but she hadn’t even thought of it. It didn’t seem to matter. He was simply Ian, who had driven her crazy for years and just now had horrifyingly turned her whole body molten with desire. Besides that, the whole turning into a cat thing seemed really unimportant.
    She was certifiable. Absolutely.
    “How is he?” asked Doc, coming in with his bag and a suitcase. “Fever better?”
    “Think so. Though he might be delirious,” muttered Sierra, her face burning.
    Doc glanced at her and laughed. “Made a pass at you, did he?”
    “Uh…”
    “It’s the fever. Takes a lot of them that way. They get really horny.”
    Okay, now that made sense. Ten years of fighting and hassling each other, then suddenly he was coming on this strong? With her? Even his changing into a cat hadn’t shocked her as badly. The fever turning him on was something she could understand. Any female body would have done. That was fine. That was safe. Anything else was way too scary to think about.
    “Okay if Ian stays with you a little longer?” Doc was saying. “Things are going crazy right now.”
    “Yes, of course,” said Sierra, though at that moment she wanted Ian anywhere but here. “Is there anything you can tell me about what’s going on?”
    “I don’t know whether I should. I’ll tell him if he’s in any kind of shape to hear me and he can tell you if he wants to.” Doc held up the suitcase. “I picked up a few of his things from the ranch, told Taylor Weekes he was hurt but would be coming home in a few days. You’re looking tired, Sierra. Were you up all night?”
    “Slept a little on and off. Not that tired.”
    “Well, why don’t you have a wash and freshen up while I take a look at the boy?”
    She took a quick shower and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a dark long-sleeved tee. Carefully covered up. Doc was just helping Ian back into bed when she got to the guest room.
    “You had him up?” Sierra said in surprise. “I didn’t think he could walk.”
    “Can shuffle,” muttered Ian. “Needed the bathroom. Damned if I was gonna let you help me with that.”
    She flushed. “Right.”
    Doc had clearly given him some more shots. He seemed a lot more coherent but his eyes were still faintly glazed and there was a dull stain of feverish color over his cheekbones.
    “Don’t see why I can’t go home,” he muttered resentfully to Doc. “Arrhan…”
    “Kurt’s taking care