...I feel the touch of his consciousness inside mine. But that’s not where I want his touch. More potent is the physical feel of him. Warm flesh under my palms, hot breath on my face… If I lean forward an inch, I could kiss him.

“The whole planet is in danger, and you’re thinking of sex?” he growls.

“Yeah. Bad me.” I flash him a wolfish grin. “It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the fact you’re naked, could it?”

And it seems like years since we’ve made love.

“Only a few weeks,” he corrects. But he’s weakening, I see it in his eyes.

“That long?” I stroke my hands down his bare back, and his growl becomes a groan.

“Too long,” he rasps out.

I’m glad we agree on something.

“So…what do you want to do about it?” I ask, my voice going husky.

He groans again. “Nothing. There isn’t time. We have to find Vlad and stop him before he strikes.”

“Bullshit. The kind of seeds he’s planted won’t sprout overnight. You don’t think he’s going to take over anything in the next five minutes, do you?” I punctuate the question by grazing my lips over Hunter’s.

“Um…probably not,” he concedes on a hoarse breath.

“Good, then we have time for a quickie before we go after him.”

“You’re a real pain in the ass,” Hunter grumbles, but doesn’t resist when I push him backward onto the seat and straddle his thighs. “There’s not enough room back here.”

“Bitch, bitch, bitch. So we’re jammed together like sardines. This is a problem?”

“It is if you want to fuck. I’m too cramped to move. And your skirts are in the way.”

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of skirts. You just have to lift them to provide easy access to the fun stuff.” I demonstrate by hiking my petticoats to reveal I’m wearing nothing beneath but black stockings and red garters. My erect cock juts forward like the bowsprit of a sailing ship.

Anchors away!

“Sylver, for godssake, this is a public street. Anyone could walk by and look in the windows.”

“In that case, we’d better give ’em a good show, hadn’t we?”

What can I say, I’m an exhibitionist. It’s why I belong on the stage.

“You belong in a cage, you pervert.”

“Or purr-vert? Takes one to know one, pussycat. Keep it up, flattery will get you everywhere.”

Growling, I fall on Hunter like a hungry wolf—which I am, even if outwardly I’m in cancan-clad human form. When desire calls, my inner beast answers. Animal instinct rules the night.

Rowrrr… If I could, I’d start at his hairline and eat my way down to his toenails. But he’s right, there’s not much space to maneuver in here.

Then again, how much space do we need? It occurs to me we’re in a perfect position right now to slick leg it. I bunch my skirts around my waist and grind our groins together—skin to skin, man to man—rub my dick against Hunter’s. Damn, that feels good.

With a guttural moan, he surrenders to rising fever, and that feels even better. He digs a hand between us, fists both rods in one firm grip, and squeezes.

Lightning crackles. The windows steam. If we could bottle him, it would solve the world’s energy woes. Talk about generating electricity. I comb fingers through his silky black hair and attack his lips—kissing, nipping, sucking—ravenous for the taste of him. A little salty, a little sweet, all red-hot spicy…mmm… While Hunter pumps our cocks, I tongue-fuck his mouth.

I’d rather fuck his ass, but I’ll take what I can get. Considering the close quarters—or maybe because of them—we’re doing pretty damn good, I think.

“Better than I expected,” he pants out, dragging his lips off mine. Luminous with lust, his eyes blaze up at me. “If you slide forward a little, I’ll bet I could fuck your ass.”