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she’d had an accident.
One of the hotel staff came into the water to help her off.
“Wait here while I go get the other Jet Ski?”
She was surprised that he’d formed it as a question. Truth was, she felt a little grimy, her hair was a complete wreck, and she wanted to check in with the girls. Not that she was going to tell them everything, but she was pretty darn excited about the whole Jet Ski excursion. The fact that she’d actually ridden one and not fallen off. Not to mention Maxim.
“Ceara?”
She shook her head to clear it and noticed that the staff member had hopped onto the back of Maxim’s ski.
“Sorry.”
“Be thinking about what else is on your list.”
Oh she had plenty of ideas. And she’d devoured the resort’s pamphlets so she knew exactly what she wanted to do next. “How about you meet me at the zip-line in two hours? I want to go change and check in with my coven.”
Even in the spotty outdoor lighting she could see his lips twist with disappointment. But he nodded. “Two hours.” Then he took off.
Chapter Eight
Of all the excursions on the island, she’d picked the one guaranteed to make him sweat bullets.
“Maxim!”
A feminine voice drew his attention skyward. Soft lights highlighted a labyrinth of stairs leading up to a perch high in the trees. Sierra waved him up.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said when he joined her.
He bit back a snarl when a stocky staffer started strapping her into a harness. Whether he wanted to go on this crazy ride or not, he didn’t like the other man’s hands that close to her crotch.
Which was silly. Insane even. They’d known each other for two days. There was no reason to be so territorial. But that didn’t stop the wolf inside him from bristling.
When he met her gaze, he found her staring right back at him, laugh lines creasing her lovely eyes. And just like that, the predator inside him quieted. His fear of heights abated. Had he been in his wolf form, he would have wagged his tail.
Fuck. He’d never wagged his tail for anyone.
“Are you coming?” Her voice was quieter, laced with uncertainty. He didn’t like that she was second-guessing herself. Despite her obvious nervousness, she’d taken to the Jet Skis and enjoyed herself. He could do this.
Then he’d scribble it on his list. Scratch it off. And never do it again.
“Let’s do it.” He nodded to the staffer who handed him a harness. Maxim quirked an eyebrow, noticing that the guy didn’t offer to help him strap in.
She must have read his thoughts because her smile was so broad he saw her fangs. She stared at his bare chest, then followed his movements as he attached the harness over the black swim trunks clinging to his hips.
When he had his harness in place, Sierra reached up and clipped herself to the zip-line. The staffer gave her a series of last minute instructions, pointed down to the other end of the island. The specs of light in the distance were their destination.
He sighed. She was really going through with this.
He hooked in right behind her. “Have a good time,” the man said and stepped away.
Sierra turned to Maxim and placed a hand on his chest, tipping her head back to look up at him. Her smile grew, infecting him with her enthusiasm.
“You don’t seem as excited as I am about this. I’m guessing zip-lining didn’t make it on your list.”
He grunted. “Jumping off a perfectly good platform. Sailing down a mountain. What’s not to love?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe,” she said, echoing his earlier promise on the Jet Ski.
His jaw dropped a little and she leaned closer.
“See you at the bottom,” she whispered and pressed her lips against his. Then she turned and jumped off the platform before he could respond. A cry of delight echoed through the mountains, and he smiled.
Gusto . Somewhere in the course of the last two days, the shy woman he’d met on the terrace had blossomed, was still
One of the hotel staff came into the water to help her off.
“Wait here while I go get the other Jet Ski?”
She was surprised that he’d formed it as a question. Truth was, she felt a little grimy, her hair was a complete wreck, and she wanted to check in with the girls. Not that she was going to tell them everything, but she was pretty darn excited about the whole Jet Ski excursion. The fact that she’d actually ridden one and not fallen off. Not to mention Maxim.
“Ceara?”
She shook her head to clear it and noticed that the staff member had hopped onto the back of Maxim’s ski.
“Sorry.”
“Be thinking about what else is on your list.”
Oh she had plenty of ideas. And she’d devoured the resort’s pamphlets so she knew exactly what she wanted to do next. “How about you meet me at the zip-line in two hours? I want to go change and check in with my coven.”
Even in the spotty outdoor lighting she could see his lips twist with disappointment. But he nodded. “Two hours.” Then he took off.
Chapter Eight
Of all the excursions on the island, she’d picked the one guaranteed to make him sweat bullets.
“Maxim!”
A feminine voice drew his attention skyward. Soft lights highlighted a labyrinth of stairs leading up to a perch high in the trees. Sierra waved him up.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said when he joined her.
He bit back a snarl when a stocky staffer started strapping her into a harness. Whether he wanted to go on this crazy ride or not, he didn’t like the other man’s hands that close to her crotch.
Which was silly. Insane even. They’d known each other for two days. There was no reason to be so territorial. But that didn’t stop the wolf inside him from bristling.
When he met her gaze, he found her staring right back at him, laugh lines creasing her lovely eyes. And just like that, the predator inside him quieted. His fear of heights abated. Had he been in his wolf form, he would have wagged his tail.
Fuck. He’d never wagged his tail for anyone.
“Are you coming?” Her voice was quieter, laced with uncertainty. He didn’t like that she was second-guessing herself. Despite her obvious nervousness, she’d taken to the Jet Skis and enjoyed herself. He could do this.
Then he’d scribble it on his list. Scratch it off. And never do it again.
“Let’s do it.” He nodded to the staffer who handed him a harness. Maxim quirked an eyebrow, noticing that the guy didn’t offer to help him strap in.
She must have read his thoughts because her smile was so broad he saw her fangs. She stared at his bare chest, then followed his movements as he attached the harness over the black swim trunks clinging to his hips.
When he had his harness in place, Sierra reached up and clipped herself to the zip-line. The staffer gave her a series of last minute instructions, pointed down to the other end of the island. The specs of light in the distance were their destination.
He sighed. She was really going through with this.
He hooked in right behind her. “Have a good time,” the man said and stepped away.
Sierra turned to Maxim and placed a hand on his chest, tipping her head back to look up at him. Her smile grew, infecting him with her enthusiasm.
“You don’t seem as excited as I am about this. I’m guessing zip-lining didn’t make it on your list.”
He grunted. “Jumping off a perfectly good platform. Sailing down a mountain. What’s not to love?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe,” she said, echoing his earlier promise on the Jet Ski.
His jaw dropped a little and she leaned closer.
“See you at the bottom,” she whispered and pressed her lips against his. Then she turned and jumped off the platform before he could respond. A cry of delight echoed through the mountains, and he smiled.
Gusto . Somewhere in the course of the last two days, the shy woman he’d met on the terrace had blossomed, was still
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