Page 58 of Moon Fated

A smile split Andrew’s face. “There he is.” He made his way back to the door, and I could barely wait for them to walk out the door before rushing back to the bedroom.

“You’re up. Can I get you?—”

“I want you.” Rowan held out his hand.

I took it but didn’t allow him to pull me to the bed. "You need to eat something."

“That was my plan.” He gave a wicked grin, and my cheeks heated.

“Nice try.” I raised an eyebrow. “You might not be willing to admit weakness, but I’m not going to let you ignore your body's needs.”

“Not all needs are created equal.”

I laughed as he yanked on my wrist, and I dropped onto the bed next to him. Rowan’s hands were instantly on my skin, slipping up the back of my shirt. I dropped my head and pressed my lips to his.

“How about we go in order,” I whispered.

“Your way or my way?”

I grinned against his mouth. “Mine.”

“Which is?”

“Food. Then a shower.”

With a slow nod, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard. “Only if you join me.”

"Deal.” It was the simplest agreement I’d made in weeks. I made up our plates, and we sat together, sighing with the pleasure of filling our bellies with roast beef, glazed carrots, and fresh rolls.

After a few mouthfuls, I dipped a cloth into the bowl of cool water I'd fetched earlier, wringing it out before placing it gently on his forehead. His eyes closed at the touch, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Thank you," he murmured, his hand reaching up to cover mine where it rested on the cloth, his grip firm but tender. "For everything."

Sunlight played across Rowan's features, softening the hard angles of his jaw and igniting the streaks of pale blue in his eyes. His dark hair was tousled, and I ran a hand through it.

"Did you sleep at all?" Concern knitted his brow.

"Enough," I lied, brushing off the question with a small smile. My gaze lingered on his face, on the faint shadow of stubble and the fullness of his lips.

Rowan wrapped a hand around my neck, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I hastily stacked our plates and set them on the nightstand.

The intensity of his gaze held me captive, and I couldn't resist leaning in, drawn by a force stronger than my own will. Our lips met, and his scent, the taste of him—wild and familiar—ignited a spark that flared into a flame.

Rowan's hand cradled my cheek, angling my head as the kiss deepened. The world narrowed to the space between us, where every brush of skin lit me up like a flare. Desire curled in my belly. It was a need that went beyond the physical, echoing the call of our inner wolves, the primal part of our nature that recognized its mate.

We were both starved for this connection and now that I knew, nothing was holding us back.

Rowan pulled back, his eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I answered before he could ask the question. “I’m yours, Rowan.”

“Your life in Seattle?—”

“I don’t give a shit about Seattle.”

Rowan’s grip tightened on my neck. “What about Bruce?”

I laughed out loud, collapsing onto his chest. “I mentioned him one time. How the hell do you remember his name?”

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