Page 93 of Death and Donuts

He growled and flipped us to pin me underneath him with my hands caged above my head. His gaze held mine for several beats before it swept over my face, lingering briefly on my lips.

“I was going to tell you that won’t work to get your way, but I’d be a liar.”

He cut off my soft laughter with an aggressive kiss.

He released me and his hands rode up my sides, skimming my breasts. A second later, he had my shirt off and groaned as he kissed his way down my neck and to the valley of my breasts. I threaded my fingers in his hair, drifting in the sensations he was weaving.

I was so distracted by his mouth I didn’t notice his hands at my waist at first. When I did, I lifted my hips, showing him my trust.

His growl vibrated through my chest a second before I lost my last bit of covering, and his mouth was on me. My hold on his hair shifted from a caress to an anchor as he proved his hunger for me.

I came so hard and fast from his mouth alone that I saw stars.

Panting and in a daze, I stared blankly at the ceiling while I waited for my pulse to slow. Shepard kissed my inner thigh then swept me into his arms to carry me to the bathroom. He set me on my feet as the shower warmed, and he stripped. My gaze unabashedly took in all of him. The muscled limbs, sculpted shoulders, and abs. I fought not to drool.

When he turned to me and held out his hand, I eagerly took it.

I loved showering with Shepard. He washed me with a singular focus, watching my reaction to each soapy caress. I liked everything, but I really loved the way he rubbed my scalp as he shampooed my hair. I was a puddle of relaxation when he finished washing me. It didn’t stop me from stealing the soap from him, though.

His pupils dilated as I ran my slick hands over his chest and down his abs. He claimed my lips for another intense kiss as I wrapped my hands around him and did my best to make him forget his name.

I swallowed his groan and didn’t stop kissing him until he stopped twitching. Panting, he leaned his forehead against mine and slowly washed my stomach. Once I was clean again, we left the shower, and he leaned against the shower as he watched me dry my hair.

“What are your plans today?” Shepard asked, sounding much more relaxed.

“I was going to see if I could make the promised dessert for Blur in your kitchen here.”

“Perfect. I’ll be around, coordinating search efforts and taking calls. Let me know if you need anything.”

He kissed my forehead and left to get dressed.

I spent most of the day in the kitchen, helping the women cook and listening to their conversation. They were worried, which I understood since their mates were out there hunting things that could kill.

Once the women cleaned up lunch, they let me take over the kitchen to make lemon ricotta cheesecakes for both the pack house and Blur. By the time the cheesecake had set, I had to get ready for my shift.

Shepard was in the suite when I walked in.

“Any news?” I asked.

“We’re still searching.” He finished buttoning his shirt. “I heard you helped in the kitchen. Thank you. Are you still up for your shift tonight?”

“Yep.” I gathered my things and headed to the bathroom. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

“I’ll wait for you at the front again. I need to speak with my guys.”

I hurried to dress and grabbed the cheesecake from the kitchen on my way out. Shepard was outside like he said, watching a line of trucks pull away.

When he saw me, he took the cheesecake, inhaled appreciatively, and placed it in the SUV.

“I think Chef Griz will be impressed,” he said.

“I hope so. I thought it would go great with the lamb skewers and herb dip.”

Shepard answered calls and coordinated his people's search efforts as I drove us to Blur. It sounded like the few locations they tried earlier were busts.

Two black SUVs followed us when I pulled into the employee lot.

“Trouble?” I asked.

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