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live with it, because he didn’t want to live without her.
Zack was leaving the cover of the shadows alongside Kaitlyn’s house when he caught the scent of a stranger. It could mean nothing, he thought. It could be a tourist out for a walk, the mailman, a repairman, except there was no reason for any of them to be in this particular place at this particular hour.
He took another breath, committing the scent to memory, before making his way up to the front porch.
Kaitlyn answered his knock almost immediately, leaving him to wonder if she had been standing by the door waiting for him—or for the man whose scent he had detected only moments earlier.
The look in her eyes when she saw him, the warmth in her voice as she invited him inside, was all the answer he needed.
Murmuring her name, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she protested that she needed air.
“Damn, woman,” he muttered.
She smiled up at him, thinking that the awe in his voice and the heated expression in his eyes was the nicest compliment she had ever received.
Standing on her tiptoes, she folded her hands over his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.
Without breaking the kiss, Zack lifted Kaitlyn into his arms and carried her to the sofa. Still without breaking the kiss, he settled her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She fit into his embrace as if she had been created for no other purpose than to mold her body to his. Her skin was warm and smooth, her hair fragrant with the scent of honeysuckle, her lips soft and pliable. His body reacted as expected when a soft moan rose in her throat.
“Katy,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
She fanned herself with her hand, thinking one more kiss like that and she would go up in flames. “I think I need a drink,” she said. “Can I offer you something?”
His heated gaze moved over her from head to heel, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was what he wanted.
“Besides that,” she said, sliding off his lap.
“Wine, if you’ve got it.”
Nodding, she walked into the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator where she poured herself a glass of ice water. She stood there a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. If she could harness the electricity in Zack’s kisses, she could probably light up the world.
After taking one last calming breath, she found a bottle of wine and filled two glasses, then returned to the living room.
Zack was sitting on the sofa where she had left him. He accepted the drink she offered him with a frown.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, taking the seat beside him.
Zack regarded her a moment. For days, his instincts had been warning him that she was keeping something from him. “Who are you really?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Maybe the better question would be, what are you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“And I’m sure you do.” Opening his preternatural senses, he tried to read her mind but, again, with no success. “You’re not mortal, are you?”
She stared at him, her eyes wide.
He canted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “So, what are you, Katy? Fairy? Werewolf? What?”
Kaitlyn’s heart skipped a beat. Zack hadn’t mentioned vampires, but it was obvious he suspected there was something otherworldly about her. Striving for calm, she set her glass on the end table. It was strictly forbidden for her people to tell anyone else the truth of what they were. It had been drummed into her from the time she was old enough to understand that no one else was to know. “I think you should leave.”
Zack drained his glass and set it aside before gaining his feet. “Not until I get some answers.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No.” Closing the short distance between them, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
“Let me go.”
He studied her speculatively. There was no fear in her voice, and none in her expression.
“I feel
Zack was leaving the cover of the shadows alongside Kaitlyn’s house when he caught the scent of a stranger. It could mean nothing, he thought. It could be a tourist out for a walk, the mailman, a repairman, except there was no reason for any of them to be in this particular place at this particular hour.
He took another breath, committing the scent to memory, before making his way up to the front porch.
Kaitlyn answered his knock almost immediately, leaving him to wonder if she had been standing by the door waiting for him—or for the man whose scent he had detected only moments earlier.
The look in her eyes when she saw him, the warmth in her voice as she invited him inside, was all the answer he needed.
Murmuring her name, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she protested that she needed air.
“Damn, woman,” he muttered.
She smiled up at him, thinking that the awe in his voice and the heated expression in his eyes was the nicest compliment she had ever received.
Standing on her tiptoes, she folded her hands over his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.
Without breaking the kiss, Zack lifted Kaitlyn into his arms and carried her to the sofa. Still without breaking the kiss, he settled her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She fit into his embrace as if she had been created for no other purpose than to mold her body to his. Her skin was warm and smooth, her hair fragrant with the scent of honeysuckle, her lips soft and pliable. His body reacted as expected when a soft moan rose in her throat.
“Katy,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
She fanned herself with her hand, thinking one more kiss like that and she would go up in flames. “I think I need a drink,” she said. “Can I offer you something?”
His heated gaze moved over her from head to heel, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was what he wanted.
“Besides that,” she said, sliding off his lap.
“Wine, if you’ve got it.”
Nodding, she walked into the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator where she poured herself a glass of ice water. She stood there a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. If she could harness the electricity in Zack’s kisses, she could probably light up the world.
After taking one last calming breath, she found a bottle of wine and filled two glasses, then returned to the living room.
Zack was sitting on the sofa where she had left him. He accepted the drink she offered him with a frown.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, taking the seat beside him.
Zack regarded her a moment. For days, his instincts had been warning him that she was keeping something from him. “Who are you really?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Maybe the better question would be, what are you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“And I’m sure you do.” Opening his preternatural senses, he tried to read her mind but, again, with no success. “You’re not mortal, are you?”
She stared at him, her eyes wide.
He canted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “So, what are you, Katy? Fairy? Werewolf? What?”
Kaitlyn’s heart skipped a beat. Zack hadn’t mentioned vampires, but it was obvious he suspected there was something otherworldly about her. Striving for calm, she set her glass on the end table. It was strictly forbidden for her people to tell anyone else the truth of what they were. It had been drummed into her from the time she was old enough to understand that no one else was to know. “I think you should leave.”
Zack drained his glass and set it aside before gaining his feet. “Not until I get some answers.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No.” Closing the short distance between them, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
“Let me go.”
He studied her speculatively. There was no fear in her voice, and none in her expression.
“I feel
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