self-conscious laugh. “I don’t normally tell people. Dad married Clare when I was two, and brought us up, so she’s my mother in every way that counts.”
“I’m sorry.” He leaned over her where she sat on the blanket. “I wasn’t trying to pry.” He wanted to distract her. “Tell me about your recurring dream. What happens?”
Her gentle laugh turned his wolf into a lolling dog, basking in her pleasure. “It’s stupid. Promise you won’t laugh.”
“Scout’s honor.”
She stared deep into his eyes. “I dream about wolves. Surrounding me. Protecting me. I’m running through a forest and they’re all around me.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at her words. She knew . She sensed the vibe at the club, she was attracted to him. On a deep instinctual level, she somehow knew.
It blew his mind. His wolf urged him on, begging for a taste of her. As he stared, her tongue flicked across her lower lip and he could wait no longer.
Placing one hand on the back of her neck, tilting her for the perfect kiss, he brushed his lips across hers. Sweet heaven. There was that zing again, the fire running through his veins at her taste. Every cell in his body felt alive, bursting with energy. She made a soft noise in her throat and he dropped to a crouch and gathered her in his arms. Gentle turned to hungry in a heartbeat and Sasha had to fight to stay in control of his beast.
There was no doubt. Megan was his Mate.
Chapter 9
Megan had a rule that she’d never have sex until the fourth date, at the earliest. A lot of guys never even made it to three dates, and of the ones that passed that test, she had another checklist before she’d allow them the next level of intimacy. Since Ryan, only Tim had made it that far, and he hadn’t stayed around for long. Sasha was breaking all her rules in one foul swoop. As their tongues dueled and she reveled in the taste of him, she tried to remember her checklist and then decided it didn’t matter.
He crouched there, his knees bracketing hers on the red blanket, hands cupped around her cheeks, and devoured her. The raw passion in his lips made it feel as though this was her first kiss, as though everyone else before had just been playing. She’d thought him delicious when he kissed her in the street, but that was just an appetizer for this. God. She couldn’t get enough of him.
His hair. She wanted to see if it was as silky as it looked. She pushed one hand into the thick dark softness and luxuriated in the texture. Her brain sparked little warnings, but it was easy to ignore them. Everything felt too right to be wrong. He brushed her lips with his thumb and she whimpered. God . Her breasts ached for his touch and as for her panties, she’d never been wet from just one kiss before.
Sasha pulled back slowly, his hands still around her face, thumb teasing the corner of her mouth. “I was wrong, I’m an idiot.” What ? Her brain recognized the words but couldn’t make sense of them. Wrong to kiss her? “You wanted to come home with me and I said it wasn’t a good idea.”
Oh . Warmth filled her chest and she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. “Sasha, can I come home with you tonight?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He grinned at her, dimples flashing, and she laughed. Playful now, she pushed at his chest, just enough to overbalance him. He fell backward, Megan tumbling with him to land on top, straddling his hips. The surprise on his face made her giggle.
“Hey,” she murmured, further speech deserting her. In this position, she could imagine all too easily how it would be to fuck him. Sex had been a disappointment up to now, but for the first time she could imagine herself enjoying it. Wanting it.
“Hey yourself,” he echoed softly. Blue eyes darkened to the richness of Lapis Lazuli and she stared, fascinated. She could lose herself in those eyes. Sasha licked his lips and then slowly slid his hands up her sides, stopping painfully close to her
“I’m sorry.” He leaned over her where she sat on the blanket. “I wasn’t trying to pry.” He wanted to distract her. “Tell me about your recurring dream. What happens?”
Her gentle laugh turned his wolf into a lolling dog, basking in her pleasure. “It’s stupid. Promise you won’t laugh.”
“Scout’s honor.”
She stared deep into his eyes. “I dream about wolves. Surrounding me. Protecting me. I’m running through a forest and they’re all around me.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at her words. She knew . She sensed the vibe at the club, she was attracted to him. On a deep instinctual level, she somehow knew.
It blew his mind. His wolf urged him on, begging for a taste of her. As he stared, her tongue flicked across her lower lip and he could wait no longer.
Placing one hand on the back of her neck, tilting her for the perfect kiss, he brushed his lips across hers. Sweet heaven. There was that zing again, the fire running through his veins at her taste. Every cell in his body felt alive, bursting with energy. She made a soft noise in her throat and he dropped to a crouch and gathered her in his arms. Gentle turned to hungry in a heartbeat and Sasha had to fight to stay in control of his beast.
There was no doubt. Megan was his Mate.
Chapter 9
Megan had a rule that she’d never have sex until the fourth date, at the earliest. A lot of guys never even made it to three dates, and of the ones that passed that test, she had another checklist before she’d allow them the next level of intimacy. Since Ryan, only Tim had made it that far, and he hadn’t stayed around for long. Sasha was breaking all her rules in one foul swoop. As their tongues dueled and she reveled in the taste of him, she tried to remember her checklist and then decided it didn’t matter.
He crouched there, his knees bracketing hers on the red blanket, hands cupped around her cheeks, and devoured her. The raw passion in his lips made it feel as though this was her first kiss, as though everyone else before had just been playing. She’d thought him delicious when he kissed her in the street, but that was just an appetizer for this. God. She couldn’t get enough of him.
His hair. She wanted to see if it was as silky as it looked. She pushed one hand into the thick dark softness and luxuriated in the texture. Her brain sparked little warnings, but it was easy to ignore them. Everything felt too right to be wrong. He brushed her lips with his thumb and she whimpered. God . Her breasts ached for his touch and as for her panties, she’d never been wet from just one kiss before.
Sasha pulled back slowly, his hands still around her face, thumb teasing the corner of her mouth. “I was wrong, I’m an idiot.” What ? Her brain recognized the words but couldn’t make sense of them. Wrong to kiss her? “You wanted to come home with me and I said it wasn’t a good idea.”
Oh . Warmth filled her chest and she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. “Sasha, can I come home with you tonight?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He grinned at her, dimples flashing, and she laughed. Playful now, she pushed at his chest, just enough to overbalance him. He fell backward, Megan tumbling with him to land on top, straddling his hips. The surprise on his face made her giggle.
“Hey,” she murmured, further speech deserting her. In this position, she could imagine all too easily how it would be to fuck him. Sex had been a disappointment up to now, but for the first time she could imagine herself enjoying it. Wanting it.
“Hey yourself,” he echoed softly. Blue eyes darkened to the richness of Lapis Lazuli and she stared, fascinated. She could lose herself in those eyes. Sasha licked his lips and then slowly slid his hands up her sides, stopping painfully close to her
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