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Authors: Selena Blake
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service. A wolf had to keep his energy up.
He smiled. Thank goodness she hadn’t changed her mind about him.
If his brother could see him now… he could just hear Hunter’s voice.
“ Brother, you’re whooped.” Hunter’s German accent had taken on a Russian flare over the years, both of which contradicted his latest foray into American life and verbiage.
If this was what whooped meant… Maxim grunted. It was true. And he liked it . Sierra was so responsive, so expressive. So unlike any woman he’d ever been with. And this list of hers…
A bucket list . He’d heard of the idea before. Hunter had mentioned a movie by the same name. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was why such a young person would need a list like that. Perhaps she was just organized.
But then again, he’d been on his own from a young age. Traveling as a necessity. Then he and Danya had struck it rich… He’d found out about Hunter.
They’d been building a strong, solid pack ever since. Needing that closeness that they’d been denied as children.
That hadn’t left a lot of time for fun in the last century.
Perhaps he needed a bucket list of his own. Places and positions he wanted to take the beautiful vamp currently twisted in his bed linen.
Mmm . Yes. That was a list he could get behind.
Ceara woke to the sound of a ringing phone. She blinked for a moment, trying to gather her bearings. A smile stretched her lips as she stretched her arms over her head.
Maxim .
She turned over and found the other side of the bed empty. Sitting up, she quickly surveyed the room.
“Maxim?”
No answer.
The phone rang again.
Maybe it was him. She answered with a meek, “Hello.”
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Maxim --” It was sad how breathless she sounded.
“Sleep well?”
“Very.” She couldn’t recall ever sleeping better. It was amazing how calm her mind could be after four orgasms. She blushed.
He must have known it too because his laugh rumbled through the phone line.
“Where are you?” she asked. How could she miss a person she’d known for less than a day? Less than a day… Dieu . He was practically a stranger. And she’d had sex with him. Three times!
“Downstairs. You inspired me.”
Her mind stopping running away with her long enough to soak in his words. What was he saying? She frowned. “Inspired you?”
“Your list. I made one of my own. Put on that sexy swimsuit of yours and meet me on the beach.”
She glanced frantically for a clock. “Is it --”
“Well past sundown, Sleeping Beauty.” His words made her melt a little. “Do you really think I’d risk that beautiful skin of yours, much less your life?”
How was it that he could protect her without making her feel claustrophobic? “What are we doing?”
“Come find out, my beautiful vamp.”
Oh, that sexy voice of his. It was her undoing. “I’ll be right there.”
And she was. She dressed with lightning speed, shoved her toes into the flip flops and hit the down button on the private elevator. Two minutes later she was striding through the atrium of the hotel and out onto the sand.
The whole time her body was on full alert, searching for him. And at the same time, sensing that people were looking at her. This time, however, she didn’t mind how little the suit covered. She was a well-loved woman, and right now she felt a warm glow lighting her from the inside out.
She heard someone shout her name and saw him wave from the shoreline. Two jet skis bobbed in the surf behind him.
“Was this on your list?” he asked when she joined him.
“Actually, it was.” Although… she’d planned on learning how to swim first. But she wouldn’t tell him that. First of all, how embarrassing was it that she didn’t know how to swim. Not her fault, though. She’d begged her parents to teach her. They had a pool, after all. And second, he might decide they couldn’t go Jet Skiing and that wouldn’t do.
She threw a shield around her
He smiled. Thank goodness she hadn’t changed her mind about him.
If his brother could see him now… he could just hear Hunter’s voice.
“ Brother, you’re whooped.” Hunter’s German accent had taken on a Russian flare over the years, both of which contradicted his latest foray into American life and verbiage.
If this was what whooped meant… Maxim grunted. It was true. And he liked it . Sierra was so responsive, so expressive. So unlike any woman he’d ever been with. And this list of hers…
A bucket list . He’d heard of the idea before. Hunter had mentioned a movie by the same name. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was why such a young person would need a list like that. Perhaps she was just organized.
But then again, he’d been on his own from a young age. Traveling as a necessity. Then he and Danya had struck it rich… He’d found out about Hunter.
They’d been building a strong, solid pack ever since. Needing that closeness that they’d been denied as children.
That hadn’t left a lot of time for fun in the last century.
Perhaps he needed a bucket list of his own. Places and positions he wanted to take the beautiful vamp currently twisted in his bed linen.
Mmm . Yes. That was a list he could get behind.
Ceara woke to the sound of a ringing phone. She blinked for a moment, trying to gather her bearings. A smile stretched her lips as she stretched her arms over her head.
Maxim .
She turned over and found the other side of the bed empty. Sitting up, she quickly surveyed the room.
“Maxim?”
No answer.
The phone rang again.
Maybe it was him. She answered with a meek, “Hello.”
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Maxim --” It was sad how breathless she sounded.
“Sleep well?”
“Very.” She couldn’t recall ever sleeping better. It was amazing how calm her mind could be after four orgasms. She blushed.
He must have known it too because his laugh rumbled through the phone line.
“Where are you?” she asked. How could she miss a person she’d known for less than a day? Less than a day… Dieu . He was practically a stranger. And she’d had sex with him. Three times!
“Downstairs. You inspired me.”
Her mind stopping running away with her long enough to soak in his words. What was he saying? She frowned. “Inspired you?”
“Your list. I made one of my own. Put on that sexy swimsuit of yours and meet me on the beach.”
She glanced frantically for a clock. “Is it --”
“Well past sundown, Sleeping Beauty.” His words made her melt a little. “Do you really think I’d risk that beautiful skin of yours, much less your life?”
How was it that he could protect her without making her feel claustrophobic? “What are we doing?”
“Come find out, my beautiful vamp.”
Oh, that sexy voice of his. It was her undoing. “I’ll be right there.”
And she was. She dressed with lightning speed, shoved her toes into the flip flops and hit the down button on the private elevator. Two minutes later she was striding through the atrium of the hotel and out onto the sand.
The whole time her body was on full alert, searching for him. And at the same time, sensing that people were looking at her. This time, however, she didn’t mind how little the suit covered. She was a well-loved woman, and right now she felt a warm glow lighting her from the inside out.
She heard someone shout her name and saw him wave from the shoreline. Two jet skis bobbed in the surf behind him.
“Was this on your list?” he asked when she joined him.
“Actually, it was.” Although… she’d planned on learning how to swim first. But she wouldn’t tell him that. First of all, how embarrassing was it that she didn’t know how to swim. Not her fault, though. She’d begged her parents to teach her. They had a pool, after all. And second, he might decide they couldn’t go Jet Skiing and that wouldn’t do.
She threw a shield around her
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