her then she thrust her tongue into his
mouth. He tasted of coffee, of cherry pie. She wanted more. She inhaled him
deeply, letting the pine embed itself into her scent memory.
Wrapping both of her arms around him, she pulled him even
closer, tilting her hips to feel the hardness of his body against hers. Harmony
wanted to just give in to this feeling. With a low growl Gareth lifted her so
that she could wrap her legs around his body. He turned so that she felt the
wood of the building against her back. Gareth’s heat poured into her as he
levered his body against hers.
She should have been afraid since he held her so securely,
his hands hot against her thighs, his body tight against hers. But how could
she feel fear when his mouth was still so damn gentle? She reveled in their
kisses, her hands stroking his shoulders even as she kissed him for all she was
worth. She felt his erection at the juncture of her thighs. Her own body
softened against his. The smell of her arousal rose. She felt a low growl
rumble through his body and into hers. Still he let her lead, her body trembling
with the heat of the kiss.
The sound of a door slamming farther down the porch caused
them both to freeze. He loosened his hold just enough to lift his head. His
lips pulled back on a snarl at the intruding sound.
“Oh my god.” She pushed against him, the words leaving her
on a soft gasp. What the heck was she doing? This wasn’t just any guy. This was
a shifter male, one of the Moon-Called. He could tear her apart without even
breathing hard. She pushed harder as fear gripped her. He set her down, keeping
his hands on her hips until she was steady on her feet. Once she felt the porch
solidly under her, he stepped back. It was as if he knew she couldn’t take the
nearness.
“Harmony…”
“Don’t, please. This was…this was a mistake. I’m sorry, I’m
so sorry.” She turned then ran inside, heading straight for the bathroom on the
main floor. For a few minutes she couldn’t even face herself in the mirror.
When she looked up she gasped. Her eyes were almost glowing, her skin flushed
and her lips red and swollen. She had a slight beard burn on her chin. Her
hands trembled as she lifted them to smooth down her hair.
Even when she and Tom had been in a good place she’d never
looked this way after kissing him. If this was the difference in kissing a
Moon-Called male, she now understood why so many females started the mating
process so early. Gareth’s hands, his scent, his lips…she shuddered slightly
then shook her head. “Stop it, Harmony Dancing Johnson! Stop it now. You’ve
been here one week. You’ve just barely been accepted by the Pack. Don’t do
something stupid like starting to whine after a Called male. Besides, he’s hot
as hell and probably has females lined up to sleep with him. Just stop it.”
With that self-delivered bitchslap out of the way, she
tossed cold water on her face. Maybe she scrubbed it dry longer than necessary,
but then she took a deep breath. One last check of the mirror showed less glow,
less “I nearly fucked Gareth on your porch.” She headed back to the main room
to say good night.
She glanced around but didn’t see Gareth anywhere, so she
made her goodbyes as politely but quickly as possible, nodding her acceptance
as Micah said he and his mate would come by her home in the next day or two to
help her explain things to Rain. Olivia slanted her a glance that was all
feminine curiosity. Harmony ignored it.
The ride home was a blur, all Harmony could think of was
Gareth and that kiss. She had to double back when she missed the turn to the
cabin. Once there, she sat in the car for a few moments. With the window down
just a crack, she took in a deep breath, letting the icy air act as a slap. She
needed to get away from this lust she was feeling. It was just that. Lust.
Just because she hadn’t had sex with anyone in years. She
laid her head on the cold leather of the steering wheel. As
mouth. He tasted of coffee, of cherry pie. She wanted more. She inhaled him
deeply, letting the pine embed itself into her scent memory.
Wrapping both of her arms around him, she pulled him even
closer, tilting her hips to feel the hardness of his body against hers. Harmony
wanted to just give in to this feeling. With a low growl Gareth lifted her so
that she could wrap her legs around his body. He turned so that she felt the
wood of the building against her back. Gareth’s heat poured into her as he
levered his body against hers.
She should have been afraid since he held her so securely,
his hands hot against her thighs, his body tight against hers. But how could
she feel fear when his mouth was still so damn gentle? She reveled in their
kisses, her hands stroking his shoulders even as she kissed him for all she was
worth. She felt his erection at the juncture of her thighs. Her own body
softened against his. The smell of her arousal rose. She felt a low growl
rumble through his body and into hers. Still he let her lead, her body trembling
with the heat of the kiss.
The sound of a door slamming farther down the porch caused
them both to freeze. He loosened his hold just enough to lift his head. His
lips pulled back on a snarl at the intruding sound.
“Oh my god.” She pushed against him, the words leaving her
on a soft gasp. What the heck was she doing? This wasn’t just any guy. This was
a shifter male, one of the Moon-Called. He could tear her apart without even
breathing hard. She pushed harder as fear gripped her. He set her down, keeping
his hands on her hips until she was steady on her feet. Once she felt the porch
solidly under her, he stepped back. It was as if he knew she couldn’t take the
nearness.
“Harmony…”
“Don’t, please. This was…this was a mistake. I’m sorry, I’m
so sorry.” She turned then ran inside, heading straight for the bathroom on the
main floor. For a few minutes she couldn’t even face herself in the mirror.
When she looked up she gasped. Her eyes were almost glowing, her skin flushed
and her lips red and swollen. She had a slight beard burn on her chin. Her
hands trembled as she lifted them to smooth down her hair.
Even when she and Tom had been in a good place she’d never
looked this way after kissing him. If this was the difference in kissing a
Moon-Called male, she now understood why so many females started the mating
process so early. Gareth’s hands, his scent, his lips…she shuddered slightly
then shook her head. “Stop it, Harmony Dancing Johnson! Stop it now. You’ve
been here one week. You’ve just barely been accepted by the Pack. Don’t do
something stupid like starting to whine after a Called male. Besides, he’s hot
as hell and probably has females lined up to sleep with him. Just stop it.”
With that self-delivered bitchslap out of the way, she
tossed cold water on her face. Maybe she scrubbed it dry longer than necessary,
but then she took a deep breath. One last check of the mirror showed less glow,
less “I nearly fucked Gareth on your porch.” She headed back to the main room
to say good night.
She glanced around but didn’t see Gareth anywhere, so she
made her goodbyes as politely but quickly as possible, nodding her acceptance
as Micah said he and his mate would come by her home in the next day or two to
help her explain things to Rain. Olivia slanted her a glance that was all
feminine curiosity. Harmony ignored it.
The ride home was a blur, all Harmony could think of was
Gareth and that kiss. She had to double back when she missed the turn to the
cabin. Once there, she sat in the car for a few moments. With the window down
just a crack, she took in a deep breath, letting the icy air act as a slap. She
needed to get away from this lust she was feeling. It was just that. Lust.
Just because she hadn’t had sex with anyone in years. She
laid her head on the cold leather of the steering wheel. As
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