hugged.
Chapter Eleven
T he art pieces were sent ahead to New York, and Angelo had followed shortly thereafter. Though he’d only been gone a few days, there was a dull, aching, Angelo-shaped sore spot in her spirit that plagued Sarita like a toothache. And like a toothache, she kept probing that sore spot, bringing it raging back to life whenever she thought of him, which was constantly. When Mac and Gerard came to get her, she was simultaneously high-strung and relieved. Along with Kathy, they were finally headed to New York. Sarita leaned her head on Mac’s shoulder as Gerard drove them through the gate, her eyelids already heavy with exhaustion…
“Ita…” Mac shook her awake. “We’re in the city. Angelo has arranged for parking a few blocks from his home. We’ll be there soon.”
Eyes burning against the sunlight, Sarita rubbed at them and peered at Mac. “Did I fall asleep?” she mumbled.
“Yah, I think someone needs a Starbucks.” He grinned at her. “Or just her mate.” He raised an eyebrow.
“How far is Angelo’s apartment?”
The walk to his apartment was short, the city-scented air stirring Sarita’s wolf senses. She liked it here. She was relieved as she felt her wolf starting to enjoy the sights and sounds around her. She could live here. It wasn’t just bravado and a fear of losing him that made her promise to move here. Her wolf actually knew what she was doing.
The doorman let them in. Angelo was already waiting in the lobby. The moment Sarita saw him, she was flying across the lavish stone floors, diving into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. His kiss was soul-shaking, she needed it so badly… and there it was, bursting with passion and feverish with longing. She felt his teeth lengthening as she ground her hips into his, not caring who saw them. The world had fallen away—her hand stroked down his face, feeling some rough stubble on his chin, contrasting starkly with the incredibly soft sweater crushing against her breasts. His hands gripped her buttocks, holding her tight to his undulating body. She felt a hand sliding up under her jacket, stroking the satin skin of her back.
It was only the rumble at the back of her mind, Gerard’s combined amusement and disapproval, that pulled her back. Her eyes met Angelo’s, and a giggle slipped from her as she slid back down his body. He groaned as she pressed herself against him, his eyes as wild as hers.
“I missed you,” she whispered, her wolf whimpering around the words
He laughed. “Let’s go.” He pushed the button for the elevator, shoved her inside as the doors opened. Mac and Gerard followed, then Kathy, looking lost next to Bear.
Sarita wasn’t sure what she had been expecting Angelo’s apartment to look like, but the opulence that greeted her wasn’t it. It was huge in a city that didn’t do huge. She gasped as she looked around, suddenly feeling shy about her tiny little dorm suite. No wonder he didn’t want to leave this. Just as the wave of insecurity washed over her, his teeth came down on her neck, nipping lightly, herding her through the doorway. The others followed behind. With a vague gesture to his left, Angelo called out, “Guest rooms are over that way.”
Then he propelled her down a short hallway to the right and into a big, well-lit bedroom. Her hands skimmed over his cashmere v-neck sweater, reaching for the hem, but he pushed them back.
“Please, don’t rip the sweater,” he teased. “My mami knit it.”
She laughed, shushing against his lips as he thrust her toward the bed, a smile on his face. He pulled the sweater off, tossing it aside.
“Why do you make me lose all control?” he questioned as he shucked his khaki pants to the floor, reaching for the hem of her skirt.
“Maybe you need to lose control. Maybe you need to give it up to someone else for a change. Let me have my wild ways with you.” She was teasing, but the way he gasped at her words, the way his wolf flashed
Chapter Eleven
T he art pieces were sent ahead to New York, and Angelo had followed shortly thereafter. Though he’d only been gone a few days, there was a dull, aching, Angelo-shaped sore spot in her spirit that plagued Sarita like a toothache. And like a toothache, she kept probing that sore spot, bringing it raging back to life whenever she thought of him, which was constantly. When Mac and Gerard came to get her, she was simultaneously high-strung and relieved. Along with Kathy, they were finally headed to New York. Sarita leaned her head on Mac’s shoulder as Gerard drove them through the gate, her eyelids already heavy with exhaustion…
“Ita…” Mac shook her awake. “We’re in the city. Angelo has arranged for parking a few blocks from his home. We’ll be there soon.”
Eyes burning against the sunlight, Sarita rubbed at them and peered at Mac. “Did I fall asleep?” she mumbled.
“Yah, I think someone needs a Starbucks.” He grinned at her. “Or just her mate.” He raised an eyebrow.
“How far is Angelo’s apartment?”
The walk to his apartment was short, the city-scented air stirring Sarita’s wolf senses. She liked it here. She was relieved as she felt her wolf starting to enjoy the sights and sounds around her. She could live here. It wasn’t just bravado and a fear of losing him that made her promise to move here. Her wolf actually knew what she was doing.
The doorman let them in. Angelo was already waiting in the lobby. The moment Sarita saw him, she was flying across the lavish stone floors, diving into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. His kiss was soul-shaking, she needed it so badly… and there it was, bursting with passion and feverish with longing. She felt his teeth lengthening as she ground her hips into his, not caring who saw them. The world had fallen away—her hand stroked down his face, feeling some rough stubble on his chin, contrasting starkly with the incredibly soft sweater crushing against her breasts. His hands gripped her buttocks, holding her tight to his undulating body. She felt a hand sliding up under her jacket, stroking the satin skin of her back.
It was only the rumble at the back of her mind, Gerard’s combined amusement and disapproval, that pulled her back. Her eyes met Angelo’s, and a giggle slipped from her as she slid back down his body. He groaned as she pressed herself against him, his eyes as wild as hers.
“I missed you,” she whispered, her wolf whimpering around the words
He laughed. “Let’s go.” He pushed the button for the elevator, shoved her inside as the doors opened. Mac and Gerard followed, then Kathy, looking lost next to Bear.
Sarita wasn’t sure what she had been expecting Angelo’s apartment to look like, but the opulence that greeted her wasn’t it. It was huge in a city that didn’t do huge. She gasped as she looked around, suddenly feeling shy about her tiny little dorm suite. No wonder he didn’t want to leave this. Just as the wave of insecurity washed over her, his teeth came down on her neck, nipping lightly, herding her through the doorway. The others followed behind. With a vague gesture to his left, Angelo called out, “Guest rooms are over that way.”
Then he propelled her down a short hallway to the right and into a big, well-lit bedroom. Her hands skimmed over his cashmere v-neck sweater, reaching for the hem, but he pushed them back.
“Please, don’t rip the sweater,” he teased. “My mami knit it.”
She laughed, shushing against his lips as he thrust her toward the bed, a smile on his face. He pulled the sweater off, tossing it aside.
“Why do you make me lose all control?” he questioned as he shucked his khaki pants to the floor, reaching for the hem of her skirt.
“Maybe you need to lose control. Maybe you need to give it up to someone else for a change. Let me have my wild ways with you.” She was teasing, but the way he gasped at her words, the way his wolf flashed
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