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bits of food off a plate.
“You ate it cold?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I was hungry, and it smells good.”
She walked over and squeezed her arms around him. His body was rock solid and so very warm. Her hand slid under his shirt to brush the warm granite of his stomach. As he placed his dirty dishes into the sink, his muscles felt like satin-covered steel bands.
“Do you have to work out, or does your body just naturally stay like this?”
He poured a glass of water and turned to hand it to her. She waved it away.
“I’m pretty active,” he said. “Being a shifter isn’t magic.”
The hell it wasn’t. But Koenraad was kissing her before she could tell him that she disagreed.
His lips were hungry and impatient, like he’d been waiting for this all day.
When he eased up, she had barely a moment’s respite before he was on her again, this time with his large hands sliding under her heavy hair so that he could tilt her head and devour her thoroughly.
All the kisses they’d shared the last few weeks, and each one felt like a surprise.
His tongue licked between her lips, and she thought he was going to step away now, but to her surprise he tightened his grip.
She wasn’t sure how she ended up on the counter, Koenraad using his hips to push her knees apart. He pulled her closer against him, and she could feel the tease of his rigid bulge pressing against her thighs.
One bulge or two? She couldn’t tell, but she hoped it was two.
The sound of the howling wind faded into the background. Koenraad was growling slightly, and she was moaning, too, her pussy aching for him.
He kissed his way roughly down the underside of her jaw, down her neck, and Monroe tilted her head back, allowing him access.
“Please,” she murmured. “When will you mate with me again?”
He made a gruff noise. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Yes, I’m pretty sure I do,” she said as he pulled her shirt up to reveal her bra.
“There’s no water nearby,” he said.
“Are you kidding? I can see the ocean from the front door!”
“You can? In the dark?”
She pushed playfully at him. “Why won’t you do it? You didn’t like it?” She started out teasing, but it turned darker.
“Monroe—”
“I’m serious! Stop making decisions for me all the time.”
Koenraad took a step back. He looked as shocked and hurt as if she’d slapped him, and she rewound what she’d just said. Her words didn’t warrant his immediate reaction, she didn’t think.
He stared at her warily. “Sometimes I have to make decisions because I have more information,” he said.
“What?” She stared at him incredulously. “What are you talking about?”
He ran a hand through his blond hair. He started to speak, then stopped.
Did he really think she was going to break in half? “You did it once before. We can do it again. I want to do it again, and I know you do, too. Stop being so worried about me.” She laughed, a little wildly. “I’m sturdy, Koenraad. I’m not going to shatter into pieces.” Not unless having crazy, forceful orgasms counted as shattering.
“No,” he said.
She slid off the counter and headed for the door. When she reached it, she had to pull hard to get it open because the wind seemed to be sucking it from the other side.
Outside, it was pouring, a curtain of water. The noise was almost deafening, and even though she still stood inside the doorway, the rain sprayed her cheeks, her toes.
“What are you doing?” Koenraad asked.
“I’m going into the ocean,” she said calmly as she shucked off all her clothes. “Come if you want. Or don’t.”
He was on top of her, roughly turning her. He fiercely pulled her to him, then they were spilling outside. She was dimly aware of Koenraad pulling the door closed. She wasn’t sure how they arrived at the beach, but underfoot, leaves and sharp fallen branches turned to wet sand that clumped and squished like
“You ate it cold?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I was hungry, and it smells good.”
She walked over and squeezed her arms around him. His body was rock solid and so very warm. Her hand slid under his shirt to brush the warm granite of his stomach. As he placed his dirty dishes into the sink, his muscles felt like satin-covered steel bands.
“Do you have to work out, or does your body just naturally stay like this?”
He poured a glass of water and turned to hand it to her. She waved it away.
“I’m pretty active,” he said. “Being a shifter isn’t magic.”
The hell it wasn’t. But Koenraad was kissing her before she could tell him that she disagreed.
His lips were hungry and impatient, like he’d been waiting for this all day.
When he eased up, she had barely a moment’s respite before he was on her again, this time with his large hands sliding under her heavy hair so that he could tilt her head and devour her thoroughly.
All the kisses they’d shared the last few weeks, and each one felt like a surprise.
His tongue licked between her lips, and she thought he was going to step away now, but to her surprise he tightened his grip.
She wasn’t sure how she ended up on the counter, Koenraad using his hips to push her knees apart. He pulled her closer against him, and she could feel the tease of his rigid bulge pressing against her thighs.
One bulge or two? She couldn’t tell, but she hoped it was two.
The sound of the howling wind faded into the background. Koenraad was growling slightly, and she was moaning, too, her pussy aching for him.
He kissed his way roughly down the underside of her jaw, down her neck, and Monroe tilted her head back, allowing him access.
“Please,” she murmured. “When will you mate with me again?”
He made a gruff noise. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Yes, I’m pretty sure I do,” she said as he pulled her shirt up to reveal her bra.
“There’s no water nearby,” he said.
“Are you kidding? I can see the ocean from the front door!”
“You can? In the dark?”
She pushed playfully at him. “Why won’t you do it? You didn’t like it?” She started out teasing, but it turned darker.
“Monroe—”
“I’m serious! Stop making decisions for me all the time.”
Koenraad took a step back. He looked as shocked and hurt as if she’d slapped him, and she rewound what she’d just said. Her words didn’t warrant his immediate reaction, she didn’t think.
He stared at her warily. “Sometimes I have to make decisions because I have more information,” he said.
“What?” She stared at him incredulously. “What are you talking about?”
He ran a hand through his blond hair. He started to speak, then stopped.
Did he really think she was going to break in half? “You did it once before. We can do it again. I want to do it again, and I know you do, too. Stop being so worried about me.” She laughed, a little wildly. “I’m sturdy, Koenraad. I’m not going to shatter into pieces.” Not unless having crazy, forceful orgasms counted as shattering.
“No,” he said.
She slid off the counter and headed for the door. When she reached it, she had to pull hard to get it open because the wind seemed to be sucking it from the other side.
Outside, it was pouring, a curtain of water. The noise was almost deafening, and even though she still stood inside the doorway, the rain sprayed her cheeks, her toes.
“What are you doing?” Koenraad asked.
“I’m going into the ocean,” she said calmly as she shucked off all her clothes. “Come if you want. Or don’t.”
He was on top of her, roughly turning her. He fiercely pulled her to him, then they were spilling outside. She was dimly aware of Koenraad pulling the door closed. She wasn’t sure how they arrived at the beach, but underfoot, leaves and sharp fallen branches turned to wet sand that clumped and squished like
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