Page 34 of Her Werewolf Lover

“Oh, there’s another! Beautiful,” she whispered.

“So beautiful,” he agreed, but his eyes were on her and not on the scene taking place in her yard.

The sun was setting, casting shadows in warm oranges and browns across the grass and trees. It was lovely, but Samantha was the real showstopper here. He knew it and he wanted her to know it.

Her focus switched away from the window. With a sigh, Samantha turned her body to face him. She tugged, and he released her hand, hating the distance, but allowing it for now.

“Michael, I need you to know what you did this week? You and your Aunt Eileen, I mean. Setting up the house for Della and her kids. Getting all thiswork done so quickly. Well, I mean, you’re just wonderful. And I know it is not my place, but I’m so proud of you and so thankful,” she said.

Michael stood stock still. He hadn’t an inkling of what to say. It had come naturally to him, wanting to help her neighbor. Securing the property, setting up a perimeter, making sure everything worked for the young mother was just his way of making sure his own mate was safe and sound.

Yes, that made it sound worse. But Samantha was his primary concern.

“I knew you wanted to help her, so I just stepped in where I could,” he said honestly.

“Are you saying you did that for me?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“Well, I don’t mean to be a jerk. Of course, her situation with her cast and the kids, I mean, my guys would have pitched in if they saw her struggling outside by herself. But yes, I knew you felt compelled to help, and I wanted to do that for you.”

“Oh, wow,” she said, and he rubbed the top of his head, thinking he fucked this up for sure now.

“Well, thank you again, then. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” she murmured, and Michael’s heart thudded against his breastbone.

“No, I should thank you,” he replied, “and if youthink that is sweet, you better get ready to have your socks knocked off.”

“Oh, yeah?” she said and smiled.

“Yeah. Watch this,” he said and winked, reaching out towards the switch on the wall right before the windows began.

His crew had finished outfitting the half-covered deck and re-staining it that afternoon. Once they’d done all that, he’d had thousands of tiny twinkle lights hung up, so it looked like something out of a fantasy. The best part was his guys did an excellent job hiding all the wires.

“Oh, wow. Michael! I don’t know what to say.” Samantha gasped, covering her mouth as he switched the lights on.

“Say you like it,” he replied, taking in her joy and basking in it. Like she was his own personal sun.

My Sunshine.

“I like it. I mean, I love it,” she said, her pretty hazel eyes flashing at him.

“Sunshine,” he murmured, cupping her neck and dragging her towards him.

Michael gave her plenty of opportunity to back away, but when she didn’t move, he felt the victory of it down to his toes.

“This is crazy,” she whispered, going on tiptoe and nuzzling her nose with his.

“No, this is fate,” he replied and captured her lips.

Goddamn. She tasted so good. Like French vanilla ice cream and the naughty, sweaty dreams that had been keeping him up for nights.

She held herself stiff at first, but the second he stroked his long tongue into her mouth, she relaxed. Her curvy, soft body leaned into his, and Michael was tempted to toss his head back and howl like the beast he was.

“Michael. This feels too good,” she whimpered as he walked her backwards until her butt rested against a worktable that was leaning against a wall.

“Mmm, I agree. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that first kiss we shared for days now,” he confessed, picking her up and swallowing her gasp.

He sat her down on the clean surface and nudged her legs apart.

Samantha moaned into his mouth and welcomed him into her arms.

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