The Bodyguard
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She wanted him. He’d known that from the beginning, the first time he laid eyes on her when she walked into the Golden Grill with him. God, that seemed years ago. It had been a week. In one week Jenna had turned his life upside down and made him consider the possibility that he wanted a woman in his life full-time. He wanted her in his life full-time.
“Does your brother know you’re here?”
“Does it matter?” she asked.
He didn’t want to piss Jeremy off. But if that meant talking to him, assuring him he wouldn’t hurt his sister, Seth might consider doing that. “Let’s go inside,” he said, knowing in a way he’d just answered her question. “I might have some sweats that would fit you.” He seriously doubted it. Not to mention, she was sexy as hell wearing only his shirt.
“Do you really want to put more clothes on me?” She followed him inside.
Seth would bet there was a grin of pure female satisfaction on her face. “If we’re going to talk, then yes,” he growled. He faced her when she entered his kitchen, the lights off, yet somehow it appeared brighter than it had been outside. He closed his back door and locked it. “And we’re going to talk.” Except he wasn’t sure how to begin.
Saying he wanted to protect and cherish her but might have a problem if she proved to be stronger than he was seemed an odd way to start the conversation.
Jenna watched Seth down his beer, then reach into his refrigerator and pull out two more bottles, handing one to her and snapping the lid off of his. She twisted her cap, following his actions, and tossed her lid into the trash can alongside the refrigerator. She was in his house. That was a start. Jenna knew in her heart and in her soul there wouldn’t be any leaving. Not now. She would stay here until Seth saw and understood they were supposed to be together.
“I was really mad at Jeremy for telling you we were werewolves. But when he told me without you knowing I was simply playing with you, it got me to thinking,” she blurted, breaking the silence and daring to pause, catch his reaction.
Seth held his beer halfway to his mouth, his lips parted, watching her. This was her only chance. He had let her in his home. Humans couldn’t be that different from werewolves. If he invited her in, there was interest. He wanted her. Jenna stared into that brooding stare of his, seeing the aggressive, sexy, and intelligent male she was falling head over paws for. She took a gulp of the cold beer, then placed the bottle on the table behind her.
Jenna held her ground, fighting not to fidget when she didn’t know what to do with her hands. His bare chest called to her; her fingers itched to run over all that perfectly toned muscle, feel his chest hair under her fingertips. She held her ground, determined to make him see she was the female for him.
“The night Tray Long was killed, I came by. You were here and I watched your house. I did that the next night, and last night. I wanted to celebrate your joy of the kill,” she said, feeling as if she was speaking way too fast. She sucked in a gulp of air.
“I didn’t kill him,” Seth told her, his low baritone sending shivers over her flesh. “I’m not a killer. I’m a hunter.”
She nodded once, remembering Jeremy describing what had happened when he plowed into Tray Long’s house earlier this week. Jenna had argued that Jeremy didn’t give Seth the opportunity to show he could take down the rogue werewolf. Jeremy had insisted Seth wouldn’t have killed him. He’d been right.
“That is what I do, Jenna.” His voice was calm, but his body was wound tight. Every inch of him appeared ready to pounce. “I’m paid money to hunt, and deliver, whatever criminal is out there and wanted by the authorities.”
“I know that,” she whispered, wishing he would pounce. It was too much standing and staring at him, half-naked, while breathing in his scent, which was wrapped around her while his shirt hung over her body. “Our laws are different from yours, though.”
“There’s only one law, Jenna,” he growled. “As we speak they are searching for the murderer of Tray Long.”
“Why would they care who murdered someone who has killed so many?”
“Because that’s the way the human justice system works, Jenna.”
“Does that mean Jeremy is wanted for murder?”
“The only people who saw what happened aren’t coming forward—and that includes me. Though I don’t approve of what Jeremy did, I understand his reasons.” He clasped Jenna’s hand. “Your brother will be safe.”
The last thing Jenna wanted to do tonight was discuss the differences in beliefs between werewolves and humans. She knew human laws. She walked among Seth’s kind every day. She wouldn’t let the conversation sway to whose laws were right and whose weren’t. Running her fingers through her hair, she lowered her gaze, exhaling slowly.
“We’re always going to be different,” he grumbled.
Jenna’s mouth went dry as she focused on the bulge in his jeans.
Right or wrong, in spite of their differences, Seth wanted her. She wouldn’t believe it was just physical. A male like him could have any female he wanted. Jenna was going to make sure the only female he ever wanted from this point forward was her. She started to move toward him but then looked up quickly when he gripped her jaw.
“We are different,” he stressed, his voice rough, deep, and his fingers hot against her oversensitized flesh. “That will never change.”
“I want you.” It slipped out. Jenna couldn’t stop the words she’d ached to say to him every night she’d lain outside and watched his home, watched him.
“You have me,” he told her. Then pulling her against him, he impaled her mouth, his hunger unleashed and demanding.
Jenna’s heart exploded. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, needing to feel all of him at once, claim every inch of his body and put it to memory. Her male. Her human. Seth was right. There were differences. There were with any couple. But he would be her mate, no matter how different they were. They were also the same. They were meant for each other and she’d known it since the first night she’d lain in the woods, watching him talk to her brother.
“There is so much to talk about,” she said on a breath when Seth’s mouth left hers and seared a burning path down her neck.
“There’s plenty of time to talk.” Seth lifted her in his arms, cradling her like a cub, and carried her to his bedroom.
And as they made love, the fiery passion igniting in her veins and setting her free, releasing all of her inhibitions and empowering her with the strength to make this relationship work no matter what, Jenna wanted to cry from the happiness enveloping her.
Seth rose over her, their naked bodies united and his cock buried deep inside her. “You answer to me now, not to your brother,” he growled, thrusting deep into her heat.
Jenna growled, taking all of him as she wrapped her legs around roped muscle and dragged her nails down his chest. “I never answered to Jeremy,” she managed, her voice rough as she fought not to pant while he fucked her. “If I had I never would have met you.”
It sounded as if he laughed, although his dark stare never left hers.
“We answer to each other. You and me,” she said, gasping, which made it hard to talk. “Seth!” she cried out, pulling him to her.
He thrust again, burying himself inside her. She never wanted him to leave. Never wanted it to end. There were tough times ahead for them. Not with his kind; they wouldn’t know who she was. Jenna didn’t care what her pack thought, though. In her heart, in her soul, she knew Seth was always meant to be her male.
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