Billionaire Wolf

Several huge freighters dotted the horizon, waiting for their turn to enter the shipping channel. He navigated them past these, intent and fierce, his pulse thrumming in his neck as he kept his desire under control.

Behind him, Maria prowled the salon restlessly. Überconscious of her, he refused to glance back, letting the anticipation build in him.

“I had my chef prepare several meals in advance for us,” he said, more to make conversation than anything else.

“Your chef?” She laughed. “Forget I said that. Of course you have a chef.”

“Not full-time. But once you agreed to come out to sea with me I had him prepare a few things. We have to eat, and I don’t cook.”

“Me, either,” she said, surprising him. “Though I confess I’m surprised you didn’t ask.”

“What kind of host would I be, to ask my guest to cook for me?” He shook his head, finally glancing at her. “I would never do anything so rude.”

“Good.” Her wry smile had his heart thumping. “Because heaven help the man who had to eat my cooking.”

Unable to tell if she was joking or not, he turned his attention back to their course, picking up the pace until they were cruising along at thirty knots, which was pretty damn fast for a boat this big.

Finally, they were clear of everything. Nothing but water, as far as the eye could see. He slowed their speed, setting the automatic pilot and fighting the urge to turn and pull Maria up against him, bury himself deep inside her right here and right now.

Inside, his inner wolf began to pace, the edge of constant desire making him savage and restless.

Damn. Ryan had never had a woman affect him this way. He wanted her something fierce, but she merited more than a quick release of driving need. She deserved candles and moonlight and romance and wine. A plush bed in a luxurious stateroom, a silky negligee and tenderness. He had it all planned, the seduction. He would not act like a rutting bull. Even though his body wanted to.

“This thing will drive itself for a while,” he said, managing a casual and hopefully friendly smile. “Let’s go up on deck and take a look around.”

* * *

With desire on a slow simmer, and feeling unaccountably nervous, Maria watched Ryan control the boat, glad he focused on the water rather than her. Every time the man directed that intense gaze on her, she melted inside.

Now that they were completely alone and heading for the open water, she briefly wondered if her decision to indulge her craving for him had been wise. No doubt her father wouldn’t approve. But then, what father would?

Truth be told, she’d grown exceedingly weary of doing the right thing. Sure, she understood her destiny, but the weight of the task she’d been charged with often felt too heavy to bear.

Some time off to recharge her batteries might be just what she needed. A fling, she reminded herself for the twentieth time since she’d decided to do this. Nothing more than a fling. Fast and fun, no strings. Back to her life, to the real world, the next day.

This kind of thinking had nearly gotten her into trouble before. She suspected this time would be no exception. Still, she realized she didn’t care. Something told her it would be worth it.

“Hey.” Ryan’s voice made her blink and come out of her reverie. “Are you all right? You’re not feeling queasy or anything, are you?”

“I’m good.” She managed what she hoped was an easy smile. “And I’ve never been seasick. As far as I know, I’m fine with the waves and ocean and boats.”

“Good to know.” His slow and steady gaze felt like a caress. She shivered, realizing the anticipation was a kind of foreplay. Even the rocking motion of the yacht as it cut through the waves felt sensual.

“I asked you if you wanted to go topside and take a look around. With this kind of weather, the view ought to be breathtaking.”

She wished she had the courage to tell him what she really wanted to do—go down to that elegant master bedroom, disrobe and make wild, passionate love on that huge bed.

But then it would be over. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that, at least, not yet. They’d just set off, after all.

Part of her thought she should go for it. Casual sex should be just that—casual. Simple as that.

But she knew there would be nothing casual about the way Ryan made love to her. Nothing casual at all.

Better to wait, to prolong the anticipation.

She’d been buzzing with desire ever since climbing aboard the boat. Every look, every accidental touch, merely added fuel to the fire.

Upstairs, the sea breeze kept the sun from feeling too hot.

“I’ve dropped anchor. Do you fish?” Grinning, Ryan produced a couple of really long fishing poles.

She thought of how she usually fished, using her razor-sharp dragon claws and swooping down to snatch them right out of the water. Human fishing would never be able to compete with that. “I might have caught fish a time or two,” she said. “But if you don’t mind, I’ll just relax and watch you.”

She’d been planning to lie out and catch some sun once they were clear of the other boats. Underneath an oversize T-shirt cover-up, she wore her favorite bikini in red. She felt both nerves and anticipation as to how he’d react at the sight of her in it. The swimsuit barely covered her, and yet somehow managed to look elegant and sexy. It had been expensive and, as far as she was concerned, worth every penny.

Of necessity, Maria had learned to become expert at showcasing her...assets. This went against everything inside her quiet, would-be modest self, but it had been drilled into her that she had no choice. If she wanted to attract a mate, she had to gain his notice. So she tried.

Even so, she knew she wasn’t actually good at it. Luckily, men didn’t seem to care.

This was actually the first time she’d truly wanted a man to notice her. Which, in the long run, didn’t bode well for her ultimate mission.

Right now she refused to think about anything but the here and now. She wanted Ryan Howard, a man she knew she had nothing in common with, no real future. From the single night they’d spent making love, she knew they were good together. Clearly, since one night hadn’t been enough. Maybe once she did this, spent enough time with him to get him out of her system, she could go on with her life and her search for The One.

Heart pounding in her throat, she removed her cover-up, feeling naked in the tiny bikini. She heard his swift intake of breath and found she couldn’t even look at him, even though she was so aroused the triangles of fabric hurt her nipples.

They came together as if they’d never been apart. Touching him, she felt herself expand, as though when their bodies joined, the universe became magnified.

Amazed, astounded, so full of joy her eyes stung, she gave herself over to him. Again and again and again, they moved together, a mating dance of passion and purpose, something she knew she never wanted to end.

She flew and soared, a dragon lifting in the air, even though she never left her body. He gave her fireworks and stars and as she clenched her body around his hardness, the thought came to her lovemaking like this might have ruined her for anyone else. A second later, her practical nature asserted itself, chiding her for considering such foolishness.

And then Ryan moved inside her and she forgot to think at all.

* * *

While Maria slept in his bed, a soft smile on her lovely face, Ryan slipped out from under the sheets and headed up to the main deck. There, he watched the water, enjoying the way the moonlight caressed the waves. He felt safe here, isolated from land and people. Though he always looked for whales, he’d never seen one, though there’d been plenty of dolphins.

He thought of the other night, when he’d seen the dragon, and found himself watching the cloudless sky. Nothing but stars and black velvet. Chiding himself for his foolishness, he found himself wishing Maria would wake and join him.

She’d been everything he’d imagined she’d be and more. Fierce and fiery, she gave as well as took, and their bodies had fit together as if they’d been made for each other.

After their explosive lovemaking, he’d actually let himself fall asleep holding her, something he never did anymore and hadn’t done since college.

Somehow, he’d thought this time with her would slake his ever-present hunger for her. Instead, he felt like an addict, craving more.

Shaking his head at his middle-of-the-night flight of fancy, a movement close to the water caught his eye. His heart began pounding as he got to his feet, gripped the rail and peered intently at the dark water.

Would he finally see the whale he’d longed to see?