As a matter of fact, neither was she.
Getting to her feet slowly, Chloe looked up at his devastatingly handsome face. With everything that had happened, she simply said, “Hello, Parker.”
“Chloe.” His voice was hoarse and filled with longing.
“Thank you.” Her own tone was breathy. She could scarcely take in air. He was close up against her now, and smelling of wolf. She couldn’t think of a better scent for a man, wouldn’t like any other scent after this.
His attention throbbed against her belly, and she wanted to be nearer to him still. Breathe him in. Take him in. Give back. All the sensations flowing through her were new, thrilling and not quite human.
“I didn’t get there in time to keep this from you,” he told her, his blue eyes luminous, his voice as compelling as the rest of him.
“You saved my life,” she said, thinking that she now had a family of sorts, if this pack would let her stay. If Parker’s soul was anything like she assumed it was, she would be a part of something special.
“Are you always so…”
“Pragmatic?” she finished for him. “Accepting? Flexible? Yes. Always. Well, almost always. I’m a rebel, too. You should know that.”
“Oh, I know it.” His grin made her tingle all over. His eyes shone with a gleam that wasn’t remotely civilized.
“I’ll help in any way I can,” he said. “What do you need?”
What the heck. Showing him what she wanted would be so much better than any attempt she might make to answer that one. Reaching up, she took his face in her hands, met his eyes, said, “You kissed me in a dream.”
“Funny. I dreamed the same thing,” he whispered.
“I’d like you to do it again.”
“You’re…”
“A werewolf. Yeah, I get that. And one who should be wanting answers. But we’ll have a long time to talk those things over, right? Go through the details?”
Did she look as hopeful as that sounded? She no longer had control over her expressions. Her heart pounded as she waited for his reply.
“A very long time,” he said.
And those words made Chloe rise onto her tiptoes. She brought her mouth close to his while his hands, so warm and so talented, stroked down her spine slowly, going over every vertebra as if it was a new adventure to savor, leaving a trail of fire that scorched her flesh.
As his fingers slid to her waist, his lips parted. As his hands dipped farther, tracing the shape of her buttocks evocatively, erotically, Chloe sighed and closed her eyes.
He cupped her with both hands at the exact same time that his mouth met with hers. A wave of heat soared through Chloe, shooting sensations right through, bringing on an ache that wouldn’t be appeased by a kiss, no matter how perfect it was. Tonight, she was both Chloe Tyler and someone else. Something else. And whatever that was added to her need for this man.
“Now!” she said, her demand spoken into his mouth, her tongue and breath dancing with his, her heart matching the rapid tempo of his own.
She was on the bed a split second later. On her back, with Parker stretched over her, balanced on his fists. She felt the sheets beneath her, felt the heat of her own sighs. She felt Parker enter her body, and heard herself cry out.
She heard the voice beyond the window shade quite clearly, and knew she would always hear it. But the moon wasn’t warm, or able to do the things Parker was doing to her. Wonderful things.
She tasted passion, lust, longing and salt, as she lapped her tongue over his shoulder and bit down lightly, needing to hang on to something, anything, as Parker eased back, then pressed himself into her again and again—the tempo of his thrusts building as her legs opened wider, as she tugged at him, closed herself around him, encouraged him deeper, wanting it all.
And when he struck the spot she had needed him to reach, sending her over that damned moon and into the realm of the clouds, she screamed. No, not a scream, a howl. A sound that Parker Madison matched as he shuddered along with her, his body locked to hers, his essence emptied into her, a part of her.
But a strange longing remained, even after that, nestled down inside her. Disturbed, Chloe opened her eyes.
“Yes, little one,” Parker said, with his mouth hovering above hers, as if he had been waiting for this to happen. “It’s the beast rising. Time to get out and explore, let it out. Let it have its way.”
Chloe smiled then. “Can we control it?”
“Not for long.”
“Long enough?”
The sound of Parker’s laughter filled the room. As his legs pressed hers open and he came back for a deep, drowning kiss, the kind that would make any woman’s inhibitions take a hike, Chloe was almost completely sure that the moon could wait a little longer. Just this once.
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