In the Company of Wolves (SWAT, #3)(43)

How the heck was he supposed to respond to that? She wanted to have sex with him. Of course he was okay with it. He just hadn’t expected it. “I’m okay with anything you’re comfortable with.”

Jayna smiled and reached for the bottom of his T-shirt again. He helped her get it over his head, then leaned back. She lightly ran her partially extended claws over his chest, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Did she have any idea how good that felt? Since she kept doing it, he suspected she did.

Her blue eyes swirled with green as they roamed over his bare chest. He’d never had a woman look at him so hungrily before, and it was seriously turning him on. As if picking up on his arousal, her eyes shifted completely, turning a vivid green, and Becker’s pulse spiked as the tips of her canines appeared and slipped down over her lower lip. The scent that came with unleashing her inner werewolf was mind-numbingly good and made it hard for him to think of anything other than making love to her. But while she was comfortable with what they were doing, that didn’t mean she was ready to take things further.

“You okay?” he asked softly, wanting to make sure she wasn’t going to do something she’d regret later.

Jayna giggled. Okay, that had to be the sexiest sound he’d ever heard.

“I’m good.” She ran her tongue lazily over her fangs. “How about you? You okay?”

“Me? No problems here.” He probably would have been able to pull off a more convincing lie if she wasn’t pressing right against his straining hard-on.

She smiled, her fangs a flash of white against her strawberry-pink lips. “Good. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Uncomfortable definitely isn’t the word I would use right now.”

“It isn’t the word I would use either,” she said. “In fact, I’m feeling very comfortable with you right now.”

Now it was his turn to grin. “Good. I want you to always be very comfortable with me.”

Jayna leaned forward and kissed him again. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, he couldn’t stop the low growl that slipped out, nor could he keep one hand from sliding down to caress her ass. He immediately moved it back up to her hips, but she was already pulling away to give him a curious look. Eyes locked with his, she grabbed his hand in hers, then slowly and deliberately put it back on her ass.

“Would it be a bad thing if I admit that I like your hand there?” she asked.

Her expression was both sexy and vulnerable at the same time, and his chest tightened.

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing at all,” he said huskily. “Like I said, I’m good with anything you’re comfortable with.”

She smiled and went back to kissing him. He buried his free hand in her hair, tipping her head to the side and tangling his tongue with hers. He slid his other hand from her ass, along her thigh, and back again, giving her bottom a gentle squeeze. Jayna let out a sexy sound of approval as she trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. She pressed her lips to his chest, exploring his pecs with her tongue. When she gently nipped him with her fangs, he thought for sure he was going to lose his hold over his inner werewolf.

Okay, that was enough of that. He tightened his hold on her hair, urging her head up. As she sat back on his thighs, Becker closed his eyes and got himself together. He couldn’t believe how fast Jayna could make him lose control. She was like his kryptonite.

When he finally got his heart rate somewhere back under a hundred, he opened his eyes to see her regarding him with an amused expression. She must have decided he was okay, because she leaned forward again. For a second, he thought she was going in for another round of teasing with her fangs, but instead she trailed her claws across his chest.

He stifled a groan. Dammit, you’re an alpha. Act like it, would you?

She traced the tip of one claw over the barely discernable scar from the bullet wound he’d gotten yesterday. “I can’t believe how fast this healed.”

It took a second for him to change gears, and by the time he had, she’d already moved on to the wolf head tattoo inked over his heart. “This is really cool. Did you get it when you became a werewolf?”

Becker didn’t answer right away because she was busy destroying his concentration by running one of her claws around the outside of said tattoo. He bit his tongue—literally—and finally managed an intelligent answer.

“I got it when I joined the SWAT pack. We all have them. To anyone who sees it, the acronym stands for Special Weapons and Tactics, but we call it Special Wolf Alpha Team.”

She smiled. “Clever. So how did you become a werewolf anyway?”

The sudden change in subject nearly gave him whiplash, and he had to wonder if Jayna was doing it because she’d realized how close he’d been to losing control.

“It happened when I was with the Secret Service—”

“Whoa, wait a second,” she interrupted, her eyes wide. “You worked in the same Secret Service that protects the president?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that Secret Service. But I never served on a protective detail. I went through all the training necessary to be a special agent, but once the higher-ups in the Denver field office realized how much I knew about computers and electronics, I ended up spending all my time doing network security, white-hat work, and advanced computer surveillance, crap like that. It wasn’t exactly what I thought I was signing up for, but it’s likely why I was hired in the first place. It’s damn hard to get into the Secret Service without one hell of a résumé. Besides, it’s what I was good at.”