One Night with the Shifter. Theresa Meyers

a rigid peak. It was only fair. Gods knew she was making him hard as stone.

      “Mmm. I like that,” Jess murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her leg to cup his hip, the hot core of her pressing against him.

      Ty chuckled. “No need to rush this. I want to take my time and really enjoy you.”

      Her eyes widened, the blue getting swallowed by the darker black pupils growing larger.

      Ty reached for the shampoo bottle and poured out a blob of the orange goo. “Turn.”

      She did as he instructed and he massaged her hair, watching the thick white foam trail down her neck and shoulder blade to follow the seam at the middle of her back and over the sweet curve of her ass. “Lean back.” His words came out husky, far more needy than he intended. But she did as he asked, her bottom pressing up fully against his arousal as he rinsed the lather from her hair.

      There was only so much temptation a man could take. Ty bent his knees, letting his erection spring forward, and brought himself up and into the soft, damp seam between her legs. He grabbed the bar of soap and slicked his hands with the stuff, then reached around the front of her and caressed the supple, smooth globes of her breasts. Jess moaned and rocked her hips, playing with the pressure he offered her.

      She lifted up on her toes, drawing the length of him fully into her, the muscles tight and hot against his shaft. Ty growled and nipped at her neck and Jess leaned to the side to give him better access.

      Ty pulled her into his chest, the slickness of her skin outside matching the amazing slickness of her inner heat. “My gods, you are amazing,” he growled.

      Jess’s warm, rich laughter held a raspy, needy edge to it. “The water’s getting cold. How about we finish this elsewhere?”

      * * *

      They shut off the water and toweled each other off in between a heated exchanged of kisses, which aroused Jess all over again. She’d never had a man like Ty let her be so free and wanton, letting her try anything and everything she pleased. She flipped back the coverlet on her bed and crooked her finger at him. The mattress sank beneath his weight as he climbed over her and nudged apart her thighs with his knee. “Now, where were we?”

      Jess lifted her hips, rolling them until she felt the exquisite press of his tip against her channel. “Right about here,” she rumbled, impaling herself on the silky hard length of him. She cried out, the tension escalating as he moved within her, making her skin grow taut and every cell in her body turn to glass ready to shatter. The wave crested, carrying them both far out into a state of bliss.

      Ty rolled beside her, tucking her in tightly against him, his body hot and slick behind hers.

      “That was...amazing,” she murmured. His fingers gently combed through the strands of her damp hair, then he kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing over her shoulder.

      “I don’t know how you do it, but somehow you’re even sweeter than you were before.”

      She laughed, husky and low.

      Downstairs the front door slammed shut. Jess froze, turning rigid like a rabbit sensing a predator.

      Shit.

      One of her brothers was home.

      Ty didn’t relish the idea of meeting one of Jess’s older brothers without any pants. But considering he’d left them on the floor downstairs, and he didn’t wear underwear, walking out of her bedroom with any sort of dignity was impossible.

      His sensitive Were hearing picked up a string of muffled curses before heavy footsteps moved up the wooden staircase in their direction. Ty wasn’t afraid of them, but neither did he want to fight them. His emotions were already jangled up enough by the Mesmer and the outrageous sex he’d enjoyed with Jess. And he was running low on reserves of decency and humanity about now. If he got good and pissed enough, he’d have a hard time not wolfing out.

      “Just how pissed off are your brothers going to be if they find me in here with you?” Ty’s philosophy was that it was better to know what to expect and be prepared than go into the situation blindly.

      Her pretty face screwed into a disgruntled frown. “It’s really none of their business. I don’t go barging in on them when they bring girls home, so why should I get treated any different?”

      A knock sounded on Jess’s bedroom door.

      Because she was their little sister, that’s why.

      * * *

      Jess huffed and gripped the bedcovers in fistfuls, annoyed the boys were home early, ruining her promised evening alone.

      “Hey, Jess. You okay?” Edgar. He must have finished up early at the county morgue.

      “Fine,” she called out.

      “Hey, I, um, brought you some takeout for dinner. You and your friend hungry?”

      Jess tried not to snicker at Edgar’s use of the word friend. As a coroner he spent so much time with dead people, maybe he considered anything with a heartbeat friendly. “No, but thanks.”

      “Okay. I’ll leave yours in the fridge if you want it later.”

      “Thanks,” Ty called out.

      Jess slapped him in the chest, waiting until her brother’s footsteps faded down the hallway. “What do you think you’re doing?” she half whispered, half muttered.

      Ty gave her a wicked smile, skimming his warm hands under the sheet and around her waist, then pulling her into his chest. “Trust me, he knows I’m in here. Might as well let him know I realize he’s there, too.”

      Jess rolled her eyes. “Honestly, is there ever a time you guys don’t get into some kind of pissing match over territory?”

      He glanced up at the ceiling, winced a bit, then slowly shook his head, his black hair falling over his eyes making him look even more disreputable. “No. Not really.”

      She gave a mock sigh. “I should have known better than to ask.”

      “Speaking of asking, I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what your last name is now, and maybe give me your number?”

      Jess pretended to think it over for a moment. “Well, I guess you’ve earned it.”

      He looked affronted for a moment.

      “My last name’s Brierly.”

      Ty went oddly still, a flash of something in his eyes setting her on edge. “What? What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing. Just not looking forward to meeting your brothers.”

      Jess smothered a laugh against his shoulder. “Me, either.”

      “All my clothes are still downstairs.” So are the foil packets littering the floor.

      Jess glanced at her dresser. “Well, that leaves pajama bottoms or a bathrobe. Pick your poison.”

      “Pajama bottoms.”

      “Good pick.”

      She rose from the bed, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked body. Ty caught her hand and Jess turned back. “Maybe we should make them wait.”

      Jess’s gaze strayed to his growing erection. “Maybe we should get you some pants before you can’t fit into them.”

      He gave her a wolfish grin. “Only if you promise to help me take them off later.” He pulled her gently toward him and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, cradling his cheek against the smooth warm skin of her belly, then started kissing her just below her navel, nuzzling the silky hair as he moved lower.

      She pushed back on his head, holding it in her hands. “You’ve probably already got me in enough trouble, mister.”

      “Me? If anyone’s going to get grilled, it’s going to be me, not