Page 37 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

But now here we are, alone in her room, and she’s touching me again. I’m half-naked, and she’s right here, and I want her. I want her so badly.

“There,” she says, tossing the shirt in the hamper. “All done.”

“Thanks,” I murmur, looking anywhere but at those beautiful gray eyes.

“You’re welcome,” she replies. “Now, let’s get some sleep. You need your rest.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Sleep.”

I climb into the bed and lie down, keeping my eyes on the ceiling. I don’t dare look at her. Not if I want to keep my resolve.

She climbs into the other side of the bed and pulls the covers up. I can feel the heat of her body, and I close my eyes, trying to block out the urge to reach for her.

“Night, Reiner,” she whispers.

“Night, Jane,” I reply.

It takes her a long time to fall asleep. I can hear her breathing, and I can feel her tossing and turning. I stay still, my back to her, and I focus on the sounds of the night. When her breathing evens out and her movements stop, I know she’s asleep.

I wait a few more minutes, just to be sure, and then I roll over and look at her.

She’s lying on her side, facing me, and she’s so beautiful. Her dark hair is spilling across the pillow, and her lips are parted slightly. She’s so peaceful and so perfect.

I can’t help myself. I reach out and brush her hair away from her face. She doesn’t stir, and I smile. I lean over and press a soft kiss to her forehead, and then I settle back on my side of the bed and close my eyes.

When Lionel and his wolves attacked us, I was certain I was going to die. I was ready for it. I was prepared. But now, as I lay here listening to the sound of Jane’s breathing, I realize that although I made it out, the danger is still there. As soon as it was obvious we were going to come out the victors, Lionel and his men retreated, but I know they’re still out there. I knowthey’re still a threat. I know they’re going to come back, and I’m terrified.

I’m not afraid to die. I’m not afraid of the pain. But the thought of anything happening to Jane and her family terrifies me. I don’t know where the protective urge is coming from, but I do know there’s no use fighting it. I’m going to protect her, and I’m going to make sure she’s safe. I’m going to make sure everyone is safe.

***

It’s not the sun that wakes me up. In fact, when I open my eyes, it’s still pitch black in the room. But I’m awake, and I’m alert.

Jane is lying beside me, whimpering and moaning in her sleep. It’s not until I hear her moan my name that I realize what’s going on.

She’s having a sex dream.

About me.

Holy shit.

I’m frozen, unsure of what to do. Her breath picks up until she’s panting, and her hips start rocking.

“Reiner,” she moans.

That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.

“Jane,” I whisper, shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, baby.”

She whimpers and rocks her hips harder.

“Jane,” I say a little louder. “Wake up.”

“Reiner,” she moans.

“Jane, wake the fuck up,” I growl.

“Huh?”

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