Page 32 of Plus-Size Mate

“That sounded like a nasty bang,” Eddie said, gripping hold of her face in both his hands to look her in the eye. The truth was, the sound was still ringing in his ears. She had to have hit her head pretty hard.

There was a large red mark disappearing just beneath her hairline, and before she could say a word, Eddie reached up and gently ran his fingers through the roots of her hair.

Her skin was warm, and he thought he felt a lump beginning to swell beneath his fingers, but he was relieved not to feel any sign of blood.

“Please, stop, I'm fine,” Winter insisted, slapping his hand away, but just as quickly, he grabbed hold of her face again. He knew all too well how a bump to the head could turn into something far worse. His time in the black ops had allowed him to see more injuries than he cared to count.

“Are you dizzy?” he asked, searching her gaze for any sign of a concussion. “Do you feel nauseous?”

“No, I'm fine. It's just the lack of sleep. It makes me a little clumsier than usual,” Winter insisted but still, Eddie wasn't convinced.

The feeling in his stomach made him run his fingers through her hair again, checking for anything he might have missed.

His urge to be sure she was okay, to protect her from any harm, was so strong he felt he would tear off his own limbs before seeing anything bad happen to her.

“Honestly, Eddie, I'm—” Winter began, but she cut off as his fingers slipped deeper into her hair.

Damn, her hair felt so good. Soft and glossy, it was like silk running through his fingers.

He couldn't help himself. He began to massage her scalp, gripping the roots of her hair with desire-fueled intentions.

“Ohh,” she moaned, and he heard her breath hitch in her throat.

The sound urged Eddie on further.

When she turned her head up towards his, Eddie leaned down in return. The sheer intoxication of her closeness left him unable to stop as he placed his lips firmly against hers.

Hands on her face again, he held her there, kissing her deeply. The electricity of their kiss was unreal. It sparked something inside him, made his wolf go crazy with the need for relief. He felt the beast clawing at his insides, desperate to get at her.

It was he who remained in control—or out of control—as he deepened the kiss, pressing himself against her as she opened her legs to him, inviting him closer.

The world seemed to spin into insignificance, and suddenly, all was her.

The way her hands reached to clutch hold of his sides, how her fingers wrapped in the material of his shirt, made his heart race so powerfully he feared it might give out.

What am I doing?The question jolted him so painfully that he stopped instantly, his forehead resting against hers.

For a few seconds, they were silent, the only sound their rapid breathing, steeped in desire.

Chapter 10 - Winter

“Is…is this what you want?”

The words barely escaped Winter's lips. They still tingled where Eddie had been kissing her only moments earlier. In fact, they felt almost bruised by his passion, and she loved every second of that feeling.

Her eyes still closed, she enjoyed the warmth of his forehead against her own. His closeness, the scent of him—she didn't want this moment to end.

She wanted more, so much more. Every muscle in her body ached with desire for him.

Her legs open, she craved for him to yank off her jeans and take her right there on the desk, just as he had in her dreams.

She even gave herself a little pinch on the thigh.

No, this most definitely wasn't a dream. And when Eddie finally answered, she knew for certain that it wasn't. If this had been her dream, there was no way in hell it would have ended this way.

Eddie pulled back suddenly, causing her to catch herself on the edge of the desk, her eyes flashing open.

The look of indecision on his face was painful to her, making her chest tighten and her stomach twist.

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