Page 128 of Charming Deception

“I’m sorry I called you savage” is the only thing I can think to say as his heart beats against my ear.

“I am savage.”

I meet his eyes in the firelit dark. “I want to know how to make you feel that good,” I whisper. “Teach me.”

He softly kisses my face, but doesn’t say anything.

So I reach down, my fingers drifting along his hip. He catches my hand and lifts it away. “You told me not to fuck you.”

“You fucked me with your fingers.”

“It’s not the same, believe me.”

“Maybe you should show me.”

“You’re not thinking clearly. You’re all blissed out on come.”

“So? You can be, too.” I reach for him again, and he grabs my hand again. This time, he presses it against his chest, and I feel the ferocious beating of his heart.

“If you do that, I will fuck you.”

“Wolf,” I whisper, “I want you inside me.”

His green eyes on mine are so fierce, it takes my breath away. But his words are soft. “If we do that, I’m going to bind to you. I’ll get attached.”

He lets me go and flips over, turning his back to me.

I curl against his warmth, pressing my lips to the hair at his nape, inhaling his scent.

“Like, how attached?”

“If you have to ask, you’re not ready to know.”

Well, shit.

I stare blankly at the tablet for a long moment, until I realize I’m not seeing the words anymore.

Steam rises from the bath. I’m coated in sweat, and my heart is pounding. My reading glasses are steaming up, and I take them off, swiping a hand over my flushed face and setting the tablet aside.

I drop my head back, and look up at the ceiling, not really seeing that either.

I’m still in some firelit cave, wrapped in furs.

* * *

I walk into the bedroom in a T-shirt and boxer briefs.

Megan’s lying in bed with her lamp on. I can tell she’s been politely waiting for me to come to bed, but her eyes are sleepy, her eyelids heavy, like maybe she dozed off.

“Wolf’s falling in love with Rowan.” My voice is unaccountably scratchy.

A soft smile transforms her face into a thing of staggering beauty. “Yup.”

I walk to the bed and drop the tablet on my bedside table.

She laughs softly. “Why do you look like you just hiked a mile uphill to find there was nothing at the top?”

She’s wrong.

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