“I would be the most obedient dog, you have no idea,” he teased.
And for some reason I had this vision of him with fur covering his body, golden eyes alert and watchful.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Our eyes locked. “After you,” He put his hand on my back while I gave my head another good shake. The vision had been so clear.
“Right.” I gulped and walked out of the bar and into the cool Seattle air. The streets were still filled with college students and the few random families out for dinner. It wasn’t like we were in a crappy area of Seattle, so I wasn’t sure why he felt the need to walk me, but I wasn’t going to say no to company, especially after his weird warning.
He kept his hand on my back as we weaved through the crowds and even weirder it was like he was able to dodge people before he even knew which direction they were coming at us from.
I stared straight ahead and almost stumbled when I noticed a flicker in front of me, something dark, maybe a dog, moved to the right of my vision.
“Shit,” Tarek grumbled under his breath and then fully wrapped an arm around me before jerking us off the sidewalk and into an alleyway where he pressed his mouth against mine before I could protest, his hands running up and down my arms like he was suddenly on fire for me.
I shoved against his chest only to have him move his lips down my neck, his teeth nipping my ear. “Go with it.”
Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the chill that suddenly wracked my body, but I nodded briefly before wrapping my arms around him.
It was a nice kiss.
Hot.
Aggressive.
But it felt like I was kissing my friend, my very good friend, and I was too confused to ask him why he suddenly felt the need to do that.
His kiss deepened, and then he pulled back, his eyes completely black. He gave his head a rough shake before dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Tarek!” I was starting to panic. He was a good guy, right? Right? He wasn?
?t trying to take advantage of me? Was he? I was about ready to scream when his gaze softened.
“You smell like him,” He said it so matter-of-factly that I had nothing, absolutely nothing to say back as Tarek straight up ran his tongue from the bottom of my calf all the way up to my bare thigh.
Chills erupted all over my body as the scent of cedar and pine mixed with the warmth of pumpkin and cinnamon, all my favorite fall scents filled the air. My knees almost buckled as I gripped his head, tugging his hair with my right hand, hauling him back toward my other leg.
A guttural moan erupted from the back of his throat as he gripped my left leg with both hands and mauled me with his mouth like my leg was an ice cream cone and he wanted one more lick, or—God help me—seven. That was lick number seven, not that I was counting.
He gripped me by the ass, his fingers digging into my skin as he slowly looked up at me like he was ready for the main course.
And the main course was me.
Heat enveloped my core in pulsing waves as his scent filled the air around us, and then he jerked his head to the street sniffed and relaxed.
Panting, I was stunned as my arousal started to wear off like he’d just doused me in the strongest pheromone known to mankind.
I shook my head out of the daze. What was happening?
His eyes flashed back to brown, a trick of the moon maybe, as he stood to his full height, towering over me. Bracing me against the wall, he leaned in, his nose nuzzling my neck like he was a cat needing a bit of attention. “It’s really too bad.”
“What is?” I almost reached for him again as waves of heat pulsed off of him. “The fact that you tricked me and just wanted to make out or that you stopped?”
He stilled, pulled back just enough so I could see his brown eyes, at this angle they almost seemed to glow. “I was going to say it’s too bad you’ve already been marked.”
“Marked?” I repeated. “Like with a marker?”
His lips pressed together in a smirk. “Sure, let’s go with that.”